Post by Karlynne on Jan 3, 2005 5:48:43 GMT -5
To GingerNewts for achieving the impossible and keeping us sane (well relatively) and Sensiblyquirky for helping us keep it together when our marbles were scattered and nowhere to be found.
All Dressed Up and Nothing To Do
Minerva McGonagall hurried through the corridors to reach her rooms. She couldn’t stop herself from humming a merry tune, however. This was so out of character for her that portraits along the walls would call out to her in surprise.
She felt like she had just been given a second chance at life. Actually she had and she was going to make the most of it. Recovering from those stunners had been slow but she had a clean bill of health and she had debated for weeks about what to do.
One decision had easily been reached. After nearly forty years of working closely together and seeing each other nearly everyday, her closest friend in the world would know how much she loved him.
She had tried to tell him last week but they had been so busy getting the students back to their homes and closing out another school year. There were many meetings and classes had to be cleared out, not to mention messages to parents, meetings with the Board of Governors, and assigning summer duties to the house elves.
She had hardly seen Albus these past few days but that would end tonight.
The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, wanted every witch and wizard to remain in their home for forty-eight hours. The ministry was attempting to trace any rogue or dark magic and urged the reduction of the use of magic to a bare minimum beginning at sundown.
Minerva and Albus would be alone in the castle for two days and she would insist he take a break. She reached her rooms and immediately headed for the bath. She and Albus had been together when Minister Fudge fire called and he urged them to do as much as possible before sundown. Albus had immediately left the castle to complete a few tasks but Minerva planned to make better use of her time.
She cast her wand over several robes to press out wrinkles and make minor repairs. She made sure her shoes were cleaned and then quickly ran a hot bath. The water in the castle was charmed to stay warm but it would not function in a few hours. The house elves were preparing foods and Minerva wondered if they were capable of cooking the muggle way.
Bathed and dressed in a set of summer robes she carefully brushed her hair and let it cascade down her back. The gloss made her hair almost blue-black and she cast a critical eye over her appearance. When Albus returned she would tell him how she felt.
She waved her wand and music began to fill the room. She didn’t care much for chamber music but Albus enjoyed it and she may as well get used to it. She took a seat on her sofa and soon drifted to sleep.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
The pounding on her door encroached on Minerva’s dream and she stretched slowly before realizing someone was at the door.
“Albus, come in.” She stepped back and he entered and closed the door.
“I couldn’t use the floo to call you, sorry,” he began but stopped when he took in the sleepy expression on her face. “I woke you?”
“I didn’t realize I was sleepy. Is it time for dinner?”
“I wondered if we could eat here?”
Minerva nodded and within minutes she was sharing her meal with Albus. She tried several times to drum up the courage to mention what she wanted to tell him but it never seemed like the opportunity presented itself.
Albus was charming as usual and she found herself blushing several times as he teased her gently. She offered to play chess but he didn’t care to play the muggle way and wizard’s chess was out of the question. Instead he suggested a walk through the castle.
Minerva was disheartened. Their walk would turn into an inspection and sure enough two hours later they finally returned to her room tired and dusty with their arms filled with articles left over by students. She found a box and placed everything inside and minutes later Albus bade her goodnight and left.
She took a lukewarm shower with the rapidly cooling water provided and climbed into bed. She would tell him tomorrow,
Several times she attempted to speak with him but Albus would either grumble about writing his letters by longhand or moan the absence of his beloved Fawkes who had flown outside of Britain to avoid the ministry’s scanners.
The temperature in the castle dropped as the heating charms wore off and weren’t replaced. Minerva had to walk back to her room for a cloak, which took several minutes longer than usual, as she couldn’t change into her animagus form. She decided to take a brief nap before returning.
Minerva arrived at Albus’ office in time to see him ball up a sheet of parchment and toss it on the floor. There were many such balls over the floor.
“Albus, must you litter the place?”
“Minerva, the ink keeps pooling on the parchment. I have written that draft four times and it continues to smear or tear.” He stood up. “I have worked for two hours and have nothing to show for it.”
Minerva carefully hid her grin. Albus had become too dependent on self-correcting parchment and quick quills. “Take a break and relax. This is the perfect opportunity to forget about the cares of the world for another day.”
“There isn’t anything to do,” mumble Albus. “Its dull and boring here.”
This time Minerva couldn’t stop her grin and she saw Albus narrow his eyes.
“And what, pray tell, do you intend to do with your free time?”
Minerva approached him slowly and stopped just in front of him.
“Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. Let’s talk.” She reached her hands out to him and pulled him over to the couch. Sitting beside him she carefully placed her hand on his arm and looked him over.
He was wearing his overcloak and it added to the sudden bulk he appeared to have acquired. It wasn’t that cold. She began to unbutton it and shook her head at the old fashioned closures.
“You will overheat in that cloak,” she scolded.
“Well, it will be colder later and I’m tired of walking to my rooms for every little thing. I can’t summon items and I keep forgetting things.” His face took on a pout and Minerva wondered if his mother had to put up with that face very often.
Removing the overcloak from his shoulders she found another, lighter cloak. She sighed and began unbuttoning that one too. She draped both over the arm of the sofa and turned back to him. She eyed him critically. He still appeared stouter than normal. She pressed a hand to his chest. Yes, there was clothing underneath.
She began unbuttoning his robe only to find another underneath. This one zipped so she carefully lowered the zipper and peered inside to find more material. She looked at him sternly and found his eyes twinkling.
With a sigh she removed both robes and placed then top of the cloaks. He was now dressed in a lightweight summer robe similar to what he normally wore during the day. She smiled gently at him but his eyes twinkled even brighter. Her own narrowed and she pulled his collar out and glanced inside to find a shirt.
She smiled smugly at him and helped him out of his robe. Now dressed in trousers and shirt he looked like a muggle if you discounted the hair and beard; and the fact that his trousers were covered in griffons that normally ran around but now the charm wasn’t functioning.
The gleam in his eyes was so bright that she paused. He seemed to be smirking at her. Well, she would call his bluff. She reached for his top button and slipped it through the buttonhole. Once his collar was loosened she moved closer and looked down. Aha! An undershirt came to view.
She tugged the shirt out of his pants pulling his t-shirt with it and relieved him of the shirt. She put her hand to his chest and felt his heartbeat beneath her palm. He looked a little nervous now and Minerva wondered if his heart always drummed so rapidly. She dropped her eyes and looked at her other hand and quickly slipped it inside.
Her hand moved up his chest slowly.
“You don’t appear cold to me.” She moved even closer.
“Er…you wanted to talk?” His heart beat faster as her lips were within inches of his.
“Yes, do you need me to remove anything else?”
He stared at her lips and tried to form an answer. Her tongue came out and moistened her lip and he watched it flicker and then disappear. Was Minerva flirting? She didn’t flirt. Was this a game?
“Um…I am rather warm.”
Minerva tugged his undershirt over his head and looked at his lap. Her hands went to the button of his pants.
“How warm?”
Albus wondered if his heart had stopped. He looked in her eyes and found a challenging gleam. Well, he would meet it and put the ball back in her court. He smiled widely.
“As warm as you, apparently.”
She blinked but stayed calm and her hands remained steady.
“I’m very warm.”
All Dressed Up and Nothing To Do
Minerva McGonagall hurried through the corridors to reach her rooms. She couldn’t stop herself from humming a merry tune, however. This was so out of character for her that portraits along the walls would call out to her in surprise.
She felt like she had just been given a second chance at life. Actually she had and she was going to make the most of it. Recovering from those stunners had been slow but she had a clean bill of health and she had debated for weeks about what to do.
One decision had easily been reached. After nearly forty years of working closely together and seeing each other nearly everyday, her closest friend in the world would know how much she loved him.
She had tried to tell him last week but they had been so busy getting the students back to their homes and closing out another school year. There were many meetings and classes had to be cleared out, not to mention messages to parents, meetings with the Board of Governors, and assigning summer duties to the house elves.
She had hardly seen Albus these past few days but that would end tonight.
The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, wanted every witch and wizard to remain in their home for forty-eight hours. The ministry was attempting to trace any rogue or dark magic and urged the reduction of the use of magic to a bare minimum beginning at sundown.
Minerva and Albus would be alone in the castle for two days and she would insist he take a break. She reached her rooms and immediately headed for the bath. She and Albus had been together when Minister Fudge fire called and he urged them to do as much as possible before sundown. Albus had immediately left the castle to complete a few tasks but Minerva planned to make better use of her time.
She cast her wand over several robes to press out wrinkles and make minor repairs. She made sure her shoes were cleaned and then quickly ran a hot bath. The water in the castle was charmed to stay warm but it would not function in a few hours. The house elves were preparing foods and Minerva wondered if they were capable of cooking the muggle way.
Bathed and dressed in a set of summer robes she carefully brushed her hair and let it cascade down her back. The gloss made her hair almost blue-black and she cast a critical eye over her appearance. When Albus returned she would tell him how she felt.
She waved her wand and music began to fill the room. She didn’t care much for chamber music but Albus enjoyed it and she may as well get used to it. She took a seat on her sofa and soon drifted to sleep.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
The pounding on her door encroached on Minerva’s dream and she stretched slowly before realizing someone was at the door.
“Albus, come in.” She stepped back and he entered and closed the door.
“I couldn’t use the floo to call you, sorry,” he began but stopped when he took in the sleepy expression on her face. “I woke you?”
“I didn’t realize I was sleepy. Is it time for dinner?”
“I wondered if we could eat here?”
Minerva nodded and within minutes she was sharing her meal with Albus. She tried several times to drum up the courage to mention what she wanted to tell him but it never seemed like the opportunity presented itself.
Albus was charming as usual and she found herself blushing several times as he teased her gently. She offered to play chess but he didn’t care to play the muggle way and wizard’s chess was out of the question. Instead he suggested a walk through the castle.
Minerva was disheartened. Their walk would turn into an inspection and sure enough two hours later they finally returned to her room tired and dusty with their arms filled with articles left over by students. She found a box and placed everything inside and minutes later Albus bade her goodnight and left.
She took a lukewarm shower with the rapidly cooling water provided and climbed into bed. She would tell him tomorrow,
Several times she attempted to speak with him but Albus would either grumble about writing his letters by longhand or moan the absence of his beloved Fawkes who had flown outside of Britain to avoid the ministry’s scanners.
The temperature in the castle dropped as the heating charms wore off and weren’t replaced. Minerva had to walk back to her room for a cloak, which took several minutes longer than usual, as she couldn’t change into her animagus form. She decided to take a brief nap before returning.
Minerva arrived at Albus’ office in time to see him ball up a sheet of parchment and toss it on the floor. There were many such balls over the floor.
“Albus, must you litter the place?”
“Minerva, the ink keeps pooling on the parchment. I have written that draft four times and it continues to smear or tear.” He stood up. “I have worked for two hours and have nothing to show for it.”
Minerva carefully hid her grin. Albus had become too dependent on self-correcting parchment and quick quills. “Take a break and relax. This is the perfect opportunity to forget about the cares of the world for another day.”
“There isn’t anything to do,” mumble Albus. “Its dull and boring here.”
This time Minerva couldn’t stop her grin and she saw Albus narrow his eyes.
“And what, pray tell, do you intend to do with your free time?”
Minerva approached him slowly and stopped just in front of him.
“Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. Let’s talk.” She reached her hands out to him and pulled him over to the couch. Sitting beside him she carefully placed her hand on his arm and looked him over.
He was wearing his overcloak and it added to the sudden bulk he appeared to have acquired. It wasn’t that cold. She began to unbutton it and shook her head at the old fashioned closures.
“You will overheat in that cloak,” she scolded.
“Well, it will be colder later and I’m tired of walking to my rooms for every little thing. I can’t summon items and I keep forgetting things.” His face took on a pout and Minerva wondered if his mother had to put up with that face very often.
Removing the overcloak from his shoulders she found another, lighter cloak. She sighed and began unbuttoning that one too. She draped both over the arm of the sofa and turned back to him. She eyed him critically. He still appeared stouter than normal. She pressed a hand to his chest. Yes, there was clothing underneath.
She began unbuttoning his robe only to find another underneath. This one zipped so she carefully lowered the zipper and peered inside to find more material. She looked at him sternly and found his eyes twinkling.
With a sigh she removed both robes and placed then top of the cloaks. He was now dressed in a lightweight summer robe similar to what he normally wore during the day. She smiled gently at him but his eyes twinkled even brighter. Her own narrowed and she pulled his collar out and glanced inside to find a shirt.
She smiled smugly at him and helped him out of his robe. Now dressed in trousers and shirt he looked like a muggle if you discounted the hair and beard; and the fact that his trousers were covered in griffons that normally ran around but now the charm wasn’t functioning.
The gleam in his eyes was so bright that she paused. He seemed to be smirking at her. Well, she would call his bluff. She reached for his top button and slipped it through the buttonhole. Once his collar was loosened she moved closer and looked down. Aha! An undershirt came to view.
She tugged the shirt out of his pants pulling his t-shirt with it and relieved him of the shirt. She put her hand to his chest and felt his heartbeat beneath her palm. He looked a little nervous now and Minerva wondered if his heart always drummed so rapidly. She dropped her eyes and looked at her other hand and quickly slipped it inside.
Her hand moved up his chest slowly.
“You don’t appear cold to me.” She moved even closer.
“Er…you wanted to talk?” His heart beat faster as her lips were within inches of his.
“Yes, do you need me to remove anything else?”
He stared at her lips and tried to form an answer. Her tongue came out and moistened her lip and he watched it flicker and then disappear. Was Minerva flirting? She didn’t flirt. Was this a game?
“Um…I am rather warm.”
Minerva tugged his undershirt over his head and looked at his lap. Her hands went to the button of his pants.
“How warm?”
Albus wondered if his heart had stopped. He looked in her eyes and found a challenging gleam. Well, he would meet it and put the ball back in her court. He smiled widely.
“As warm as you, apparently.”
She blinked but stayed calm and her hands remained steady.
“I’m very warm.”
Loved the last line
