Post by furandfeathers on Oct 21, 2007 19:08:12 GMT -5
Whoa, look who's writing again. It's not good, but it's words...
A/N: I don’t own the characters, J. K. Rowling does. Unfortunately.
It had been raining in Scotland for over a week and Minerva McGonagall was sick of it. She had barely left her house since the summer break had begun, and she was itching to do something besides clean. She also hadn’t seen Albus in days. He was away on order business. He was supposed to return the night before, and though she had waited up, assuming he would come to her, he never appeared. Now, it was nearing eleven the next morning and still he hadn’t shown up. They had been dating since Christmas and she was worried when he failed to turn up at her house.
Minerva stood watching the rain continue to fall in sheets before wandering over to her chair beside the fire and picking up the book she’d been reading. Several minutes later and a whole chapter of which she had no recollection, Minerva was interrupted by a familiar voice.
“Minerva? Are you there?” Albus’ face had appeared in her fireplace.
“Albus! You had better come through there right now, I’ve been so worried!” she cried jumping up, her book dumped unceremoniously on the floor. A moment later Albus appeared through the fireplace and Minerva didn’t give him a chance to regain his balance before launching herself into his arms. He chuckled, catching her and holding her tightly.
“Did you miss me?” he teased.
“You have no idea,” she mumbled into his shoulder, “I was so worried when you didn’t return last night, and I’ve been going crazy with all this rain.”
“Ah, so that’s it. I entertain you.” He quipped.
“Well I do enjoy it when you entertain me,” she said, toying with the end of his beard. She pulled back more to look up into his eyes. They weren’t twinkling as much as they usually did.
“You’re tired.” It was a statement, not a question. Albus didn’t argue as Minerva dragged him over to the sofa and pushed him down. “Can I get you something? Cocoa?” she asked. He shook his head, holding out a hand to her.
“Just come sit with me,” he replied.
Minerva didn’t have to be asked twice and she quickly moved to sit beside him, snuggling against him, and sighing contentedly as he wrapped his arms tightly around her.
He rested his cheek against her hair and said softly, “I missed you.”
“I hate it when you’re gone. I sleep terribly,” she told him, tightening her arms around him.
The room fell silent, except for the occasional crackle of the fire and the steady drum of the rain against the windows. No words were necessary; both took comfort in the other’s presence. The rhythm of his heartbeat was soothing and Minerva found herself drifting off to sleep when Albus spoke again.
“This rain is dreary. Let’s go somewhere.”
“Go somewhere? Albus we have an order meeting tonight.” She replied.
“Yes, but not until later. It’s only eleven thirty, how does a day at the beach sound?” Albus asked, his eyes sparkling.
“How could I say no?” Minerva replied, smiling.
“Come on then!” he said, sitting up and bringing her with him. “You go collect towels and things, and I’ll pack us a picnic lunch.”
Minerva couldn’t help but laugh and do as he said. He always managed to get her caught up in his enthusiasm.
Twenty minutes later Albus and Minerva were walking hand in hand down a stretch of beach in Cornwall. Finding a nice spot that seemed well away from most people, Minerva and Albus laid out their towels and set the picnic basket aside.
“Darling, would you do my back?” Minerva asked, holding out a bottle of sunscreen.
“Absolutely,” he replied, and moving to sit behind her, set about the task of protecting her porcelain skin from the sun.
It was at that moment that a Frisbee landed at Minerva’s feet. She ignored it and the sounds of running feet, being preoccupied with the feel of Albus’ lips on her neck, until a voice called her name.
“Professor McGonagall?” Hermione Granger asked, surprised.
“Professor Dumbledore?” Harry Potter looked even more shocked. Ron was next to wander over to the little group.
“I feel like a boiled lobster,” he complained, just before catching sight of the two professors. His mouth dropped open and he blushed an even more brilliant shade of read.
Minerva at last regained her power of speech. “You look like one too,” she said. Albus chuckled.
“Oy, Ronnykins, where’s the Frisbee?” Fred and George came running over. “Oh, hi Professors.”
“Nice day for the beach, isn’t it?”
“You’re together then, are you?”
“We always thought you were.”
“I think it’s nice.”
“Well thank you, Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley. We’re quite happy.” Albus told them calmly.
“Are you staying for dinner after the meeting tonight Professors?” Hermione asked. “You should. Mr. Weasley and Bill and Charlie went fishing.”
“That sounds lovely Miss Granger, perhaps we will.” Minerva said her cheeks now only slightly pink.
“We’ll get back to our game now, and leave you to uhm, relax.” Hermione said, herding the boys back down the beach.
“I thought they took it rather well,” Albus mused when the children were gone.
“Yes, I think Ron and Harry will recover from their small heart attacks,” Minerva agreed.
Later that night, the meeting had ended, and Mrs. Weasley was serving dinner with the help of Hermione, Ginny, and Tonks. Ron stared down at the plate that had been set before him. A bright red lobster stared back. Harry snickered and opened his mouth to comment, but Minerva beat him.
“Relative of yours, Mr. Weasley?”
Small Heart Attacks
A/N: I don’t own the characters, J. K. Rowling does. Unfortunately.
It had been raining in Scotland for over a week and Minerva McGonagall was sick of it. She had barely left her house since the summer break had begun, and she was itching to do something besides clean. She also hadn’t seen Albus in days. He was away on order business. He was supposed to return the night before, and though she had waited up, assuming he would come to her, he never appeared. Now, it was nearing eleven the next morning and still he hadn’t shown up. They had been dating since Christmas and she was worried when he failed to turn up at her house.
Minerva stood watching the rain continue to fall in sheets before wandering over to her chair beside the fire and picking up the book she’d been reading. Several minutes later and a whole chapter of which she had no recollection, Minerva was interrupted by a familiar voice.
“Minerva? Are you there?” Albus’ face had appeared in her fireplace.
“Albus! You had better come through there right now, I’ve been so worried!” she cried jumping up, her book dumped unceremoniously on the floor. A moment later Albus appeared through the fireplace and Minerva didn’t give him a chance to regain his balance before launching herself into his arms. He chuckled, catching her and holding her tightly.
“Did you miss me?” he teased.
“You have no idea,” she mumbled into his shoulder, “I was so worried when you didn’t return last night, and I’ve been going crazy with all this rain.”
“Ah, so that’s it. I entertain you.” He quipped.
“Well I do enjoy it when you entertain me,” she said, toying with the end of his beard. She pulled back more to look up into his eyes. They weren’t twinkling as much as they usually did.
“You’re tired.” It was a statement, not a question. Albus didn’t argue as Minerva dragged him over to the sofa and pushed him down. “Can I get you something? Cocoa?” she asked. He shook his head, holding out a hand to her.
“Just come sit with me,” he replied.
Minerva didn’t have to be asked twice and she quickly moved to sit beside him, snuggling against him, and sighing contentedly as he wrapped his arms tightly around her.
He rested his cheek against her hair and said softly, “I missed you.”
“I hate it when you’re gone. I sleep terribly,” she told him, tightening her arms around him.
The room fell silent, except for the occasional crackle of the fire and the steady drum of the rain against the windows. No words were necessary; both took comfort in the other’s presence. The rhythm of his heartbeat was soothing and Minerva found herself drifting off to sleep when Albus spoke again.
“This rain is dreary. Let’s go somewhere.”
“Go somewhere? Albus we have an order meeting tonight.” She replied.
“Yes, but not until later. It’s only eleven thirty, how does a day at the beach sound?” Albus asked, his eyes sparkling.
“How could I say no?” Minerva replied, smiling.
“Come on then!” he said, sitting up and bringing her with him. “You go collect towels and things, and I’ll pack us a picnic lunch.”
Minerva couldn’t help but laugh and do as he said. He always managed to get her caught up in his enthusiasm.
Twenty minutes later Albus and Minerva were walking hand in hand down a stretch of beach in Cornwall. Finding a nice spot that seemed well away from most people, Minerva and Albus laid out their towels and set the picnic basket aside.
“Darling, would you do my back?” Minerva asked, holding out a bottle of sunscreen.
“Absolutely,” he replied, and moving to sit behind her, set about the task of protecting her porcelain skin from the sun.
It was at that moment that a Frisbee landed at Minerva’s feet. She ignored it and the sounds of running feet, being preoccupied with the feel of Albus’ lips on her neck, until a voice called her name.
“Professor McGonagall?” Hermione Granger asked, surprised.
“Professor Dumbledore?” Harry Potter looked even more shocked. Ron was next to wander over to the little group.
“I feel like a boiled lobster,” he complained, just before catching sight of the two professors. His mouth dropped open and he blushed an even more brilliant shade of read.
Minerva at last regained her power of speech. “You look like one too,” she said. Albus chuckled.
“Oy, Ronnykins, where’s the Frisbee?” Fred and George came running over. “Oh, hi Professors.”
“Nice day for the beach, isn’t it?”
“You’re together then, are you?”
“We always thought you were.”
“I think it’s nice.”
“Well thank you, Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley. We’re quite happy.” Albus told them calmly.
“Are you staying for dinner after the meeting tonight Professors?” Hermione asked. “You should. Mr. Weasley and Bill and Charlie went fishing.”
“That sounds lovely Miss Granger, perhaps we will.” Minerva said her cheeks now only slightly pink.
“We’ll get back to our game now, and leave you to uhm, relax.” Hermione said, herding the boys back down the beach.
“I thought they took it rather well,” Albus mused when the children were gone.
“Yes, I think Ron and Harry will recover from their small heart attacks,” Minerva agreed.
Later that night, the meeting had ended, and Mrs. Weasley was serving dinner with the help of Hermione, Ginny, and Tonks. Ron stared down at the plate that had been set before him. A bright red lobster stared back. Harry snickered and opened his mouth to comment, but Minerva beat him.
“Relative of yours, Mr. Weasley?”
