Post by alter.ego.alana on Aug 6, 2007 16:32:36 GMT -5
My friend and I wrote a story awhile back that took place in the world of Harry Potter, but at an undeterminable time before Harry Potter's time. However, it was in such a time when Albus and Minerva are at Hogwarts teaching. This is a part in the story I thought was fun, involving our favorite couple. Alana and Jano [our original characters] are staying at an inn with Albus and Minerva. They decide they want to know if they're really a couple, so they go listen at their door....this is just one little snippet of an unfinished 90-some page story. Mainly, the rest of the story was just a big smut fest, with occasional bits of comic relief.
Rating: R for language.
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The girls peered slowly around the corner, crouched on the floor. They watched McGonagall stop near the end of the hallway and enter a room on the right. They waited a moment before dashing for the door. They pressed their ears against it, listening for any noise. After a minute or two they began to hear a dull thumping sound.
“I so fucking knew it.” Alana whispered excitedly.
“So knew what?” said another, quite recognizable, voice from above them. They turned their head slowly in dual expressions of shock. Dumbledore was holding an ice bucket and a curious smile.
“That this wasn’t our room?” Jano offered.
“Quite right, Miss Jano, I believe this is my room.” He turned his key to open the door, finding Professor McGonagall comically banging a chair rhythmically against the wall. She wore her common tight-lipped smile. “Perhaps you should go find your own.”
They stood quickly, nodding sheepishly before racing back down the hall, before coming to a halt in the lobby.
Rating: R for language.
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The girls peered slowly around the corner, crouched on the floor. They watched McGonagall stop near the end of the hallway and enter a room on the right. They waited a moment before dashing for the door. They pressed their ears against it, listening for any noise. After a minute or two they began to hear a dull thumping sound.
“I so fucking knew it.” Alana whispered excitedly.
“So knew what?” said another, quite recognizable, voice from above them. They turned their head slowly in dual expressions of shock. Dumbledore was holding an ice bucket and a curious smile.
“That this wasn’t our room?” Jano offered.
“Quite right, Miss Jano, I believe this is my room.” He turned his key to open the door, finding Professor McGonagall comically banging a chair rhythmically against the wall. She wore her common tight-lipped smile. “Perhaps you should go find your own.”
They stood quickly, nodding sheepishly before racing back down the hall, before coming to a halt in the lobby.
