Post by kankulex on Jun 19, 2006 10:50:15 GMT -5
A/N: Ah well..... I finally dared to post a small fic of mine here... I didn't really know if I should post it in the Humor or Fluff section, so forgive me if I'm wrong. 
Sorry also for all the wrong grammar but well, english is not really my language and my Word doesn't like me very much. ;D Anyway - Enjoy!
Summary: Just a small story about Minerva and Albus being married and dealing with Albus' sweet thooth
Rating: Anyone I guess - so PG?
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me, really, although it's a shame
Sweet Sleep
"ALBUS PERCIVAL WULFRIC BRIAN DUMBLEDORE!" screamed Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress and Professor of Transfiguration.
She had just come home from a rather long and exhausting conference about Transfiguration, where her presence as Professor of Hogwarts had been required.
She didn't mind some good discussions about Transfiguration, quite on the contrary. She loved to discuss the new developments in this most difficult area of magic, especially when she talked about it with Albus. Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, former Professor of Transfiguration and also known as the most powerful wizard of this time was certainly an incredible partner for discussions. And what a husband!
Minerva sighed. She loved this man, her husband of 50 years, more than anything else, but sometimes he could really bring her famous Scottish temper on the surface… Like now.
She had just come home from this conference and all she wanted to do was go to bed and catch up on the last days lack of sleep. But then she hadn't counted on her husband…
"Albus get here this instant!" she shouted to the living room door as she stood in front of their bed.
"Yes my dear, what is the matter?" asked the innocent voice of Albus Dumbledore from behind her as he approached the master bedroom. His blue eyes twinkled merrily; although he tried to suppress it… he didn't want to provoke an outburst of his wife.
"Don't you play the innocent-one, my dear husband!" she said, staring him down. Albus visibly shrank a few inches… So much about not provoking an outburst.
"How many times Albus, HOW MANY TIMES have I told you, not to eat your Sherbet Lemons and other sweets in our bed!!!
" she thundered and pointed with her hand on the sweets papers all over the bed.
"Too many times, my dear" was Albus response. "I'm so sorry… It's just that when you are not here I feel lonely and my sweets remind me of you!" he tried innocently, the twinkling in his eyes always present.
"Good try, Albus, but not good enough!" she said, glaring again at her husband. As he averted her eyes she smirked. "Ah Albus… I will forgive you if you clean this bed for me" she offered.
"It would be and honor, darling" he replied, waving his hand and vanishing all remnants of the sweets he had eaten.
"Much better" said Minerva and looked back at her husband "Now, Albus, I'm really tired. What do you think would my husband say about a little afternoon nap with his wife?"
"Oh I think he would be delighted!" exclaimed Albus, a broad smile on his face as he lay down on the bed, wrapping Minerva in his arms. Soon everything was forgotten, as two of the most powerful wizards in the world fell asleep in each others arms.
Sorry also for all the wrong grammar but well, english is not really my language and my Word doesn't like me very much. ;D Anyway - Enjoy!Summary: Just a small story about Minerva and Albus being married and dealing with Albus' sweet thooth
Rating: Anyone I guess - so PG?
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me, really, although it's a shame
Sweet Sleep
"ALBUS PERCIVAL WULFRIC BRIAN DUMBLEDORE!" screamed Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress and Professor of Transfiguration.
She had just come home from a rather long and exhausting conference about Transfiguration, where her presence as Professor of Hogwarts had been required.
She didn't mind some good discussions about Transfiguration, quite on the contrary. She loved to discuss the new developments in this most difficult area of magic, especially when she talked about it with Albus. Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, former Professor of Transfiguration and also known as the most powerful wizard of this time was certainly an incredible partner for discussions. And what a husband!
Minerva sighed. She loved this man, her husband of 50 years, more than anything else, but sometimes he could really bring her famous Scottish temper on the surface… Like now.
She had just come home from this conference and all she wanted to do was go to bed and catch up on the last days lack of sleep. But then she hadn't counted on her husband…
"Albus get here this instant!" she shouted to the living room door as she stood in front of their bed.
"Yes my dear, what is the matter?" asked the innocent voice of Albus Dumbledore from behind her as he approached the master bedroom. His blue eyes twinkled merrily; although he tried to suppress it… he didn't want to provoke an outburst of his wife.
"Don't you play the innocent-one, my dear husband!" she said, staring him down. Albus visibly shrank a few inches… So much about not provoking an outburst.
"How many times Albus, HOW MANY TIMES have I told you, not to eat your Sherbet Lemons and other sweets in our bed!!!
" she thundered and pointed with her hand on the sweets papers all over the bed. "Too many times, my dear" was Albus response. "I'm so sorry… It's just that when you are not here I feel lonely and my sweets remind me of you!" he tried innocently, the twinkling in his eyes always present.
"Good try, Albus, but not good enough!" she said, glaring again at her husband. As he averted her eyes she smirked. "Ah Albus… I will forgive you if you clean this bed for me" she offered.
"It would be and honor, darling" he replied, waving his hand and vanishing all remnants of the sweets he had eaten.
"Much better" said Minerva and looked back at her husband "Now, Albus, I'm really tired. What do you think would my husband say about a little afternoon nap with his wife?"
"Oh I think he would be delighted!" exclaimed Albus, a broad smile on his face as he lay down on the bed, wrapping Minerva in his arms. Soon everything was forgotten, as two of the most powerful wizards in the world fell asleep in each others arms.
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