Those Ten Years

[ginger newts]

I liked this chapter very much, Pal, as you know. Yay for kisses...and more than kisses, hehe. Two weeks?! *sniffle* Good luck with exams and I can't wait to see where this goes.

[TabbyForever]

Buddy I hear you on the exam front!!!
Boo for exams....Yay for kisses!!!
Another fabby chap, thanks for getting it up so quickly!!
Good luck with the next couple of weeks,
J

[QuillofMinerva]

;D good luck with your exams ;D

oh well how very romantic of Albus to take her to the graveyard and tell her where he wishes to be buried, a good mood killer lol but I do think it was nice when they spoke about their life not being complete and that they want a happy ending...i hope it is a happy ending for them

Clayre xx

[Isabelle]

This was lovely! I was saddened when Albus took her to the graveyard but I'm glad now that it all worked out for the best.

Good luck on your finals! I recently just finished with mine, so I'm laying low for a while.

Liz

[Miss Q]

Loved this story and I'm looking forward to the next chapter!!!


And I hope your exams went well!!!!!


M

[griseldalafey]

Great chapter, although I can understand why Minerva was a bothered by the graveyard.
I'm eagerly awaiting the next chapter

[Sensiblyquirky]

Sorry this took so long; i'm going to do better!

Chapter Six

“Minerva, where are my glasses?” Albus asked from the bedroom door.

“On your sink, where you leave them every morning,” Minerva replied never removing her eyes from her book.

“Our.”

“What?” Minerva asked finally putting the book down, and turning her gaze.

“You keep saying “your” and I want you to say our. It’s been six months, and whatever is mine is yours, sweetheart.”

Minerva smiled as she moved toward Albus. Passing she retrieved his glasses, and gently placed them on his face. Running her fingers through his hair Minerva kissed his forehead before saying, “It is your bed, your sink; these are your rooms, Albus.”

“But you basically live here, and live with you during the school year. If we didn’t live at the school wouldn’t you want to move in together? I know I would have asked some time ago.”

“And I would have accepted. It is just all of what is in our rooms isn’t a combination of our personalities or our pasts, it is simply yours and mine, so it is hard for me to feel like these are my rooms too. Do you understand?”

As Minerva spoke she had sat down on the bed, and Albus had begun to rub one of her shoulders. Just as he was about to start rubbing the other Minerva grabbed his hand.

“Why don’t we re-decorate? Or combine our furniture; maybe purchase a few things to make it ours.”

“Can I keep my purple chintz chairs?”

Minerva rolled her eyes, and spoke as if speaking to a small child, a pat on the knee included, “Yes, you can keep your chairs.”

Albus narrowed his eyes, “You’re mocking me.”

“Oh, aren’t we the quick one.”

Albus fell on Minerva pushing her back on the bed, shortening her breath as he did so. “Get off me old man!”

“You weren’t saying that last night if I recall, my dear.”

“We didn’t make love last night,” Minerva replied raising her eyebrow.

“And why didn’t we?”

“We can’t make love every night, and we were tired.”

“You can’t keep up with this old man?” Albus said leaning up to look her in the face. “Pity, guess I’ll have to go for someone younger.”

Minerva grabbed his face, and pulled him down until his lips had touched hers. She nibbled, and kissed with a fierce passion that when she slowly withdrew her lips Albus was flushed, his glasses skewed, and slightly incoherent.

Minerva smirked as she looked up at Albus; she loved it when she did this to him. Smiling she recalled an earlier night in the week that had left her darling incoherent, breathless, and rather dazed after she was done with him.

“What are you smiling so cockily at?”

“Remember Monday, sweetheart?”

“Very well, but do you remember Saturday?”

This time Minerva blushed, and Albus was the one that smiled. Lying beside Minerva he pulled her into his arms. “Yes, let’s see I do believe the count for you was five: living room, bed, bath, bed, bed and let me see if I can recall some of what you kept saying, rather loudly too. You should keep your voice down you know.”

Minerva head shot up from its resting place on his chest. “Then you should as well…though you can keep pairing my name with God’s.”

“How generous of you.”

“I usually am.”

Albus had already removed the pins from Minerva’s hair, and was working on her robes. “Of course you do realize we will have to start the re-decorating later, don’t you?”

The couple spent the next few hours the only way they would prefer to spend almost all of their time. When both were satisfied and a bit tired Albus moved out of the bed to run some bath water, and Minerva was sitting up in bed. Her hair mused from their love making came around her shoulders to her waist, her lips red and swollen, and the sheet pulled up past her breasts for a sense of modesty.

Minerva was staring off into the distance deep in thought when Albus retrieved her for their bath.

“My Goddess your bath is ready.”

“Love, what would you say to share a study? One room you could get the castle to create, and just for us; just something we never had single.”

“It seems like a good idea, but right now you need to get in the bath before the water gets cold, and so I can wash you.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Minerva replied summoning her dressing gown.

“I have defiled you, my lady, it is the least I can do.”

Minerva chuckled as she let Albus lead her into the tub for a quick wash. “Will you be denounced, and your title stripped from you, Mr. Popular, if word escapes of this vile deed you have committed against all female purity?”

“I’d risk it for one more night with you, my jewel.”

“Not sure I like jewel.”

“How about star?”

“Hmm, no.”

“My pearl?”

“Definitely not.”

“My Seductress?”

“How inappropriate, sir!”

“I beg your pardon, my kitten.”

“Not bad, I could do with that one.” By the end of their discussion Albus and Minerva were dressing in his bedroom.

“My Minerva.”

“Now that one I love.”

“My Goddess.”

“Even better. Meet back for dinner in two hours?”

“Sounds good.”

For the next few days Minerva used every spare minute to make lists of how to combine there rooms, and came up with a design for their new study area Albus had agreed to instruct the castle to create. She designed a very large room with three key parts: a fireplace would be to the left off the door on the same wall as soon as you walked in and two chairs would be arranged around it (One of the chairs Albus’ and the other a larger one for Minerva to curl up in). The next bit would have two desks facing each other on opposite sides of the walls, and the final portion would include a large bay window where one could enjoy reading or most any hobby.

Deciding on a color palate was much more difficult since Albus’ love for purple clashed with about most anything she could think of. In the end Minerva chose light wood paneling, and let Albus choose a deep purple carpet with moons and stars all over it. It was his room too, and besides you just walk over the carpet and no one would see it but them.

Albus had been planning as well, and as a surprise for Minerva he had collected photos of the both of them, plus a few they had had taken since they started dating. Sitting down with Minerva’s plan one evening he chose where to hang each one, and which would sit on his desk; he thought pictures would give it a homier feel.

Their separate quarters were harder to find the perfect way to incorporate all their very different pieces of furniture, and styles. In the end the exact same number of pieces was swamped in each room, and a few new ones were bought to bring each room together and to satisfy Minerva’s taste.

Standing in their new study on Christmas Day Minerva smiled softly at the room, and thought to herself it was the most beautiful room in the entire school.


“What are you thinking?” Albus whispered as he came behind Minerva and wrapped his arms around her waist bringing her against his chest.

“That this is the most beautiful room in the castle.”

“Of course, you designed it.”

Minerva just shook her head, and gazed out across the room as she leaned into Albus. The sun was pouring through the large window, and casting its light on various objects in the room: a photo of the two of them, a model statue of Fawkes, her art easel near the window, and a book on one of their chairs left open so the Reader could immediately return to the correct page. Their desks had few if any papers on them during this time, and Minerva knew they wouldn’t stay uncluttered for long.

For an unknown reason Minerva looked upon the room, and wondered what people would think when they were gone and the room was discovered. She was pretty sure their life together, no matter how long or short, would not appear in any history books and this room would be their unwritten story. Minerva made a silent vow to make sure as much of their history could be left in the room as possible for the person who found it, or enough to lead them to more of it. ‘Can’t make things too easy,’ she mused to herself lost in thought.

[QuillofMinerva]

Yayeee you updated!

I really like this chapter and there banter made me giggle a lot. Glad they sorted out their living arrangements and it was nice of Albus to make up pictures of them together to hang in the rooms.

Great Update

Clayre xx

[ginger newts]

Aw, I like this chapter very much. All the banter in the beginning was fun and decorating/moving in together was sweet.

I do believe I know now what you were talking about earlier, but I won't spill it here.

Well done, Pal.

[Jestana]

Daw! Cute! I loved the banter and how they agreed to blend their rooms together. Bravo!

[Isabelle]

This was lovely. I really liked their idea of combining their tastes together and the banter, as always. it made mem smile. Bravo!

Liz

[griseldalafey]

Great chapter. The bantering between them was wonderful

[Sensiblyquirky]

Chapter 10

To my girls in Alaska, and the one in NYC.

Minerva smiled as she rushed around her and Albus’ rooms, formerly his. Albus had been away at the Ministry for the past two days, and was due back this evening. Being the weekend Minerva was able to get another professor to be on duty should any student need an adult, which left her all day to prepare a romantic evening for her love.

She had transfigured his sitting room into a romantic atmosphere: a small intimate table for two, candles floating in the air, the ceiling charmed to look like the night sky, and a present off to the side. Minerva was quite excited about Albus’ present, namely because it was a delicious black nightie she knew they would both enjoy.

The house elves had agreed to prepare lobster and steak along with potatoes and various vegetables that Albus would eat; and the most divine piece of chocolate cake for dessert. Minerva had also requested some whip cream, but that was for after the meal.

Minerva sighed as she climbed into the hot water of the bath tub, and let her head lean back against the tub. Looking back over the past few days Minerva wasn’t sure she knew just how much in love with Albus she was until he had gone. She knew she loved him deeply, but Minerva never thought as to how deeply. Now two days without him, and she had missed everything from the way he awoke her in the morning, a kiss always, to the way he looked reading a book by the fire at night.

Minerva thought on how to act for most of the evening while she bathed, and she had wondered how Albus would enjoy being throttled and ravished ten feet from the door. But Minerva decided to ravish him later, and just enjoy his company for awhile. He would know how much she missed him.

Albus was due home between seven and eight so Minerva was promptly ready at six-thirty in case he came home earlier. Sitting at the table she waited.

Albus on the other hand was trying to get an owl to Minerva that he would not make it home that evening, and would hopefully the next. As he was about to leave for Hogwarts the Minister asked him to stay for meetings late into the night, and then he received word of an urgent Wizengamot meeting to be held. Albus was assured an owl would be delivered to the school, and he knew he would make it up to Minerva when he returned. He missed her so much, and was in a rather foul mood for not being able to see her tonight so he was sure the youngster he had charged with sending the owl and the right message would do as he was asked.

However Minerva received no owl that night and she waited till two in the morning before going to bed. ‘He just has more work to do, Minerva. I’m sure the Ministry kept him,’ she told herself as she climbed into bed. Turning to his side of the bed Minerva could not stop the few tears that trickled down her cheeks. She knew she was loved, but some wounds never completely heal.

A younger Minerva lay on her bed she shared with her lover smiling as she rested her hand over her slightly swollen stomach. She was going to be a mum, and she knew that in time the baby’s father would come around. He was due back any minute. Minerva waited up all night, and the next…it was the third day that she realized he was never coming back.

In her sleep Minerva clung to Albus’ pillow so afraid of what the next day would bring.

Albus managed to get back to Hogwarts at two hours later at four only to find the romantic setting Minerva had not bothered to clean up. He leaned his head against the wall before moving toward the table to finger the table cloth. Noticing the present Albus walked over to it, and was about to unwrap it when he decided to wait until Minerva was with him. She had obviously wanted him to open it when she was there.

He crossed into their bedroom, and sat gingerly on the bed.

“Sweetheart,” he called softly stroking Minerva’s cheek to wake her up.

“A-Albus?” Minerva questioned still in a sleep state as she tried to register the man before her.

Without warning Minerva had her arms around Albus’ neck in a crushing force that left him nearly breathless and a bit sore.

“I take it you got the owl since you are in bed?”

“What owl?” Minerva asked leaning back to look him in the eye.


“You didn’t get an owl?”

“No.”

Albus closed his eyes slowly, and spoke through clenched teeth. “I told a young fellow to send an owl because my colleagues gave me no time between meetings, and then an urgent one was called. I was under the impression that not even under pain of death would that owl not be sent. I wanted to tell you I would be late, and that I missed you. I wrote the note in Gaelic so only you would understand.”

Minerva smiled softly and leaned in to caress her lover’s weary face. “I missed you so much. I had planned for this to be a romantic evening, but I want you in your pajamas and into this bed so we can sleep.”

Albus didn’t move, “I’m so sorry, Minerva. I saw everything in the sitting room. I should have tried harder to get word, or something.”

“It wouldn’t have mattered, love. You are here now and that is all that does. You really do need your sleep. You are Albus Dumbledore I just have to remember that.”

“But don’t you see,” Albus asked softly, “I don’t want you to have to remember me or think of me as the rest of the world does. I want you to be the one person that sees so much more.”

Minerva kissed Albus lightly, “But I do, Albus. Yet I cannot ignore how the rest of the world sees you. This won’t be the last time it happens, but know that I am waiting for you always.”

Albus embraced Minerva tightly, “And I want you to know that when it is my choice I will always come home to you. I love you.”

“I love you too, now go change and come keep me warm.”

Albus wriggled his eyebrows as he moved from the bed rewarding him with a playful slap on the behind, “Darling what was that gift in the other room?”

“You can open it later. Hurry up my feet are cold.”

“Woman your feet are always cold. You do realize you are living with a man who loves socks?”

“Of course but I prefer your feet rubbing mine.”

A few minutes later Albus climbed back into the bed and happily gathered his Minerva to him. They both knew that with a large part of their world’s demands on his shoulders a night like to night would be repeated in the future, but both were going to try to make it as easy on the other as possible.

[ginger newts]

I was so excited about their romantic evening and then crushed when Albus couldn't get home, poor Minerva. I liked the happy fluffy ending though, nice job!

[QuillofMinerva]

Ah I was looking forward to seeing the whipped cream in action lol but I am glad that they managed to savalge some time together.

Great Job

Clayre

[Isabelle]

This was cute/ I like the ending. Poor Minerva though to have that memory come into her mind. Good thing, we know Albus will never do that.

Liz

[griseldalafey]

Such a sweet chapter, I'm glad he come home eventually and had the chance to explain it all to her.

[Sensiblyquirky]

Chapter Eleven:

Late fall of the next year found Minerva and Albus going for a stroll into Hogsmeade one fine day to stretch their legs, and enjoy the sunshine and the crisp air. Minerva was enjoying the fall foliage, and not paying much attention to Albus much to his dismay.

“My dear I was hoping to steal all of your attention, but alas it seems the trees have something I don’t.” Albus whined in mock woe.

“They have beautiful leaves that have turned the most magnificent colors, and you have me all to yourself every night.”

“Yes, but I wanted to be able to snog you outside of our rooms.”

“Then, pray-tell, what are you doing over there,” Minerva asked turning to look at Albus who was a good ten feet away from her having not wanted to inspect one leave in closer proximity.

Smiling widely Albus quickly moved toward Minerva, and was about to kiss her deeply when they heard others coming. Groaning Albus let go of Minerva, and hoped whoever it was would pass by quickly. However this was not to be there lucky day.

Albus almost choked on air when he saw the individual turn the corner, and head for their direction. It was Brooke Paddington, a rather ardent admirer who refused to leave him alone.

“My dear, I’m so sorry.” Puzzled Minerva looked at Albus with raised eyebrow, but didn’t have time to ask before Brooke was upon them.

“Headmaster you should speak with some of your staff, it took a good twenty minutes before I could wrangle it out of one of them where you had gone this afternoon.”

“That was because we were not to be disturbed,” Minerva said already feeling territorial and leaning ever so lightly closer to Albus, a motion that did not go unnoticed by Brooke.

“Well it couldn’t have been that important you see him all the time at the school, why should his deputy monopolize his time on the weekends as well? You work too hard, Albus.”

“Minerva this is Brooke Paddington. I was enjoying a nice afternoon with Minerva, and would like to get back to it. Is it anything of importance, Ms. Paddington?”

Not to be put off easily, she had been chasing him for the past seven years after all; Brooke urged them on to Hogsmeade, “I would like to speak with you; perhaps we can all go to the three broomsticks. Or I’m sure Minerva has errands to run when we reach the village.”

“None that I can think of,” Minerva replied icily training her keen glare on this woman. Albus turned to smile at Minerva, and give her as loving as a gaze he could under the circumstances: he did not want to be alone with this woman.

“Well, very well. It has been too long, Albus, how have you been?”

“Not long enough,” Minerva muttered under her breath, but luckily only Albus heard her.

“I have been excellent, Ms. Paddington. I cannot remember ever having such a wonderful year. How have you been?”

Minerva smiled softly to herself and made a mental note to reward Albus when they got back to the castle.

“Just awful; I have not seen you in ages. I was hoping you would be at many society functions this year, so I could steal a dance but you weren’t.” Brooke said in a pout, which Minerva had a strong need to slap off her face.

“The headmaster is very busy,” Minerva cut in, “and he does not like the type of functions you are indicating. Surely you knew that?” Minerva asked leaning to look Brooke in the face.

“Of course, but I had hoped he would come to just one. You are an important man, Albus; you should show yourself upon occasion.”

“But then he looses his mystery to such admirers as you.” Minerva responded before Albus could.

“What exactly are you implying?” Brooke asked all pretenses of politeness having dropped from her voice.

“Absolutely nothing.” Minerva said settling into the walk. The three remained quiet for a bit before Albus engaged Minerva in a conversation on the quidditch teams at the school.

“Things are not looking good for Gryffindor this year, Albus. I’m not sure they will for a long time, to be honest.”

“Well it is probably good if another house wins,” Brooke said joining in on the conversation feeling out of place.

Minerva bristled but made no comment, so it was up to Albus to talk to Brooke as much as he could. The group made their way to the village with little conversation the rest of the way, and they went straight into the pub.

“Well what did you want to talk to me about, Ms. Paddington?”

“I was hoping to invite you to a party I’m giving at the end of this month. It is Saturday the 28th, and formal dress robes are required. Dinner will be served followed by dancing. Will you attend?”

“I’m sorry Albus has a conference that weekend, and it has been scheduled since the beginning of the term but perhaps he can come the next time you throw one.” Minerva answered for Albus.

“I was not inviting you, Professor, and Albus can speak for himself.”

“Minerva is right,” Albus lied, “I do have a conference, and I apologize but Minerva seems to know my schedule better than I do. Her memory is superb.”

“Be that as it may I would appreciate it if she would refrain from answering my questions; her voice is not something I wish to hear.” Minerva sat very straight in her chair, her hands clenched in her lap.

“Insulting any member of my staff is not acceptable Ms. Paddington. Minerva was only trying to answer your question, and if you have anything else negative to say about her you can leave immediately for I will not stand for it.” Though spoken in his calm voice, Albus’ eyes were blazing.

Minerva walked brusquely back into the castle with Albus struggling to keep up, once they had finally gotten away from Brooke. For the rest of the time in the pub Albus had held Minerva’s hand underneath the table, and paid her various compliments that only further angered Brooke until she left abruptly, much to their delight.

Back in their rooms Albus questioned Minerva, “My dear, why did we practically run home? I thought you would enjoy the walk without that woman.”

Instead of answering him with words Minerva pulled Albus to her, and kissed him hard and long. Pulling up but keeping him close Minerva helped him out of his outer robe, “I wanted to get back to a private environment where I could thank you properly for defending me, and not being attracted to what’s her name.”

“Never, I’m only interested in you.” Albus replied truthfully.

“Well do you think I can command your attention for the rest of the afternoon, and evening?”

“Undivided.”

“Good, no more talking.” Minerva unbuttoned Albus’ shirt slightly and slipped her hands inside running them lightly over his chest as she began placing kisses about his neck starting just under his ear, a very sensitive spot.

Groaning appreciatively Albus moved to undo Minerva’s hair and run his fingers through it, but was stopped half way when he felt Minerva’s fingers toy with his nipples. Closing his eyes Albus swayed a little as he enjoyed what Minerva was doing to him. Stopping her actions to pull him through the room, Minerva stripped Albus of the rest of his clothes and told him to lie down on his stomach on the bed.

Quickly shedding her outer robe, stockings, and shoes Minerva straddled Albus and began to give him a sensual massage coupled with some heated kisses. Satisfied he was very relaxed Minerva stood to remove her dress, but kept her undergarments on. Telling Albus to turn over she slid up his body slowly, before starting back at his neck and smothering his body in hot kisses as she worked her way down his body.

Swirling her tongue over his nipple, while her other hand tickled the outside of Albus’ thigh Minerva felt his hands fumble for her bra clasp. Sitting up Minerva undid her bra, and removed the garment tossing it carelessly to the side. Leaning back down she let her breasts run over Albus’ chest, but she did not let him touch. Resuming her original activities it wasn’t long before Minerva encountered the area that needed her the most.

Resting one hand on Albus’ left inner thigh, her right hand ran along his shaft barely touching him as she blew a breath over his tip. Moaning in anticipation Albus had to check himself so he didn’t just push her down on him. Tenderly Minerva cupped his balls, rolling the soft weight between her fingers as she continued to blow heated breaths over Albus’ engorged member.

Deciding he had suffered enough Minerva covered him with her mouth, causing Albus to grip the bed clothes tightly. Gripping the base of his shaft Minerva took more of Albus into her mouth effectively bringing him closer to release, which she granted him.

After allowing Albus time to recover from his earlier treat Minerva started the entire process over again warning Albus if he tried to take control their actions would stop that moment. Once aroused enough for her satisfaction Minerva removed her last piece of clothing and lowered herself on top of Albus, establishing a rhythm sure to drive them both over the edge.

Later that night the couple was lounging in the bathtub enjoying the closeness of the other when Minerva asked something that had been on her mind since meeting Brooke.

“Albus, exactly how many admirers do you have?”

“No need to get jealous, my goddess. A few, none has ardent as Ms. Paddington, but you don’t need to worry I’ve got all I want right here.” To emphasis Albus hugged Minerva tightly.

“Would you get jealous if a man approached me, Albus?” Minerva asked drawing small traces on his knee.

“Has one approached you?” Albus asked quickly, “And if so who and when and what happened?”

“All I needed to know dearest,” Minerva replied leaning back to kiss him lightly.

[Jestana]

*giggle* I love it! Poor Brooke doesn't realize she was playing with fire there. *snicker* Bravo!

[ginger newts]

I loved that last line and of course all the rest of it. I do so enjoy Minerva putting other clueless women in their place. Great update, can't wait for more.

[QuillofMinerva]

;D ;D ;D clap clap ;D ;D ;D

well done on a great story!

I loved this chapter a lot and it made me giggle with Minerva getting all territorial.

clayre xx

[griseldalafey]

Go Minerva! She's fun when she's feeling possesive And Albus reaction was simply adorable. Wonderful chapter!

[Sensiblyquirky]

Chapter Twelve:

Albus Dumbledore watched as the rain cascaded down the side of the castle one April morning from his seat in the Great Hall. His characteristic smile was virtually the only cheerful presence that morning: the gloomy weather and the reports for it to continue all weekend had most occupants of the school in a quiet state. However, Albus was most pleased; he had eaten very little breakfast as he thought about how he and Minerva could spend the rainy weekend. Chess games, perhaps strip chess, long love making sessions, Minerva might even consent to just wrapping up on a blanket all day Albus thought happily to himself. ‘Yes, Saturday will be a good day.’

Ending his thoughts to send an endearing look to Minerva he noticed for the first time that she was reading a rather lengthy letter, and she did not seem happy.

“Is everything ok, sweetheart,” Albus asked quietly leaning down to Minerva’s ear.

“It looks like I’ll have to leave this evening,” she mumbled continuing to read the end of the letter.

“What?” Albus asked louder than he meant to, drawing the attention of several staff members. Ignoring them he lowered his voice, and repeated, “What?”

“Let’s have lunch in your office, and I’ll fill you in on the details.” Giving his hand a squeeze under the table Minerva folded the letter and resumed her meal. For the rest of breakfast Albus’ countenance had joined that of the other occupants of the room, his smile gone and his twinkle dimmed.

At lunch Minerva made her way down the dreary halls toward Albus’ office. Entering she noticed Albus had already had lunch set up, and it was seated over his desk.

“How were your morning classes,” Albus asked as he gently kissed Minerva before helping her to sit down.

“Subdued; should be a quiet weekend with the weather.” Minerva replied helping herself to a sandwich, and some soup.

“Yes I was looking forward to being able to spend most of my weekend with you,” Albus said hoping she would recant her statement from breakfast.

But his smile slowly faded as Minerva’s looked more regretful, “Yes, I need to talk to you about that. I received a letter from my cousin, Elizabeth, and she needs my assistance this weekend. Elizabeth married a muggle, and her husband’s father, Zachary, has died. She asked if I wouldn’t mind helping with her two children, and the preparation for the funeral. She’s a dear, but not the most organized. I’ll leave by six tonight, and won’t return until Sunday evening.”

“And there are no other cousins that could help,” Albus asked pitifully playing with his food.

“Of course there are some, but I’m the most logical choice. We’ve always gotten along, and I’ve never looked down on her for marrying a muggle.”

“How old are her children?”

“Mary is four, and Joshua is six. Now Albus don’t be so sad. I’ll be back before you know it, and you’ll probably have a good time without a woman around. Why don’t you see if Nicholas wants to do something?”

“Maybe, but I’d have a much better time if a certain woman stayed. I promise you’d have the most satisfactory weekend.”

“I don’t doubt it, but I have to do this. Now eat something so you don’t just get full of sweets today.”

They ate with little conversation interrupting till Minerva had to leave to teach her classes. Coming around the desk she smoothed Albus’ hair before kissing his brow. “Don’t be so pitiful; call Nicholas to arrange something. You’ll have a good time, don’t worry.”

Albus was sad to see Minerva leave later that evening, but he had already spoken with Nicholas and was leaving as well for dinner with the Flammels.

Dinner had gone well and Albus was in good spirits as he and Nicholas settled into the living room for some Brandy.

“So what brings you here, my dear boy?”

Albus chuckled, “I’m not sure how much of a boy I am, but I thought it was time for a visit.”

“You’re not a boy, and I’m not a fool; Minerva’s gone isn’t she?”

“How did you know?” Albus asked in surprise.

“You two have been almost everywhere together for at least three years, and especially since the start of your romantic relationship. Gone all weekend?”

“Yes.”

“Well enjoy the freedom!”

“Oh don’t listen to him,” Perenelle said making her way into the room, “He used that on me twice. Once I was attacked as soon as I walked through the door, and the other this man so longing for his freedom was back within two hours of leaving.”

“She used a spell, Albus, couldn’t stand to have me away.”

“Oh hush, I did no such thing. So what are you planning to do this weekend, Albus?”

“Not sure yet; I have some work to do, but I thought of visiting London or spending some time with Hagrid.”

“Sounds nice,” Perenelle replied sharing a look with her husband.

“Depends on what animal Hagrid loves this weekend.”

The three enjoyed stimulating conversations between bouts of teasing until Albus felt he had overstayed his welcome. As the Flammels shut the door Perenelle turned to Nicholas. “Do you think he’ll get out this weekend?”

“Nope, and Minerva will be attacked on Sunday.”

“Yes, I think so too; when do you think he’ll propose?”

“I hope soon.”

Saturday was uneventful for Albus as he did some paper work, and spent most of his time fiddling about in his rooms and their study. The rain had yet to yield, and so Albus reasoned there was no need to venture outside to where Hagrid was or to London. Therefore he stayed indoors, and was overly excited to receive an owl from Minerva.

My Darling,

Things are ok here. The children listen well, and they really are sweet. The funeral is tomorrow, so I shall not arrive back till around seven or eight in the evening. Don’t just sit around our rooms…get out and do something besides eating those sweets. I’ll see you tomorrow.

Love,

Your Kitten

Albus smiled at the closing, but sighed as he fingered the parchment. He needed something to do till she came back the next day, but he couldn’t think of anything. He could not impose himself amongst other staff members, and so he resigned himself to reading.

Minerva, for her part, was having anything but a relaxing weekend and found herself on more than one occasion wishing she was back at the castle with Albus, knowing full well how he wished to spend the weekend.

The children were easy to handle, but there were lots of people around and Minerva was running all over the place. Saturday evening she slipped into her bed with a sigh, and pulled the covers up to her chin hoping she could find her way into a deep, dream-less sleep. Just as she was about to cross that border between vaguely awake, and zombie-esque rest Mary clamored into her room asking if she could sleep with her.

Minerva awoke the next morning sore where the child had kicked her half the night, and made a mental note to ask Albus for a massage when she returned home. Surely he wouldn’t mind if she were nude, and he knew it would lead to more.

Sunday was slow for both Albus and Minerva, and at six o’clock Albus was waiting for Minerva their rooms, formerly his. At eight Minerva came out of the fireplace, and barely had time to set her bag down before she was practically tackled back into the fireplace. Lips were attacking her, and hands were wandering before she felt herself being picked up and then quickly placed on something large and soft.

Albus was nuzzling her neck as he removed her outer robe in an effort to get closer to her. “Well it is good to see you too,” Minerva tried to say but Albus’ lips were soon covering hers.

She tried several times to start the beginning of a conversation, but Minerva soon realized it was fruitless and just gave into the passion. Several hours later Albus was stroking Minerva’s hair, and placing sweet kisses to her bare shoulder when his hand touched a sore spot on her back.

“Ugh,” Minerva moaned.

“What’s wrong,” Albus asked quickly.

“Mary asked to sleep with me last night, and she kicked me all night. I’m so sore, and I was going to ask for a massage before…” Leaving the sentence to dangle on its own Minerva turned to face Albus.

“Well what are you turning toward me for? On your stomach, Ms, so I can give you the massage you so need.”

“I knew there was a reason I loved you,” Minerva mumbled before Albus started applying light pressure to her back.

“Glad you found a reason or two, wouldn’t want you to do something without reason.”

“Darling that is what loving you is,” Minerva teased.

“Why thank you. I’m glad I was able to get you to abandon reason at least once in your life.”

“More than once.”

"Even better, now go to sleep."

[QuillofMinerva]

Great Update! ;D
I thought Albus was such a darling in this chapter, really missing her for a few days and I loved how he tackled her back into the fireplace.

Hmmm...wonders when Albus will get donw on bended knee and ask her to marry him?

Clayre xx

[Isabelle]

Yay, another chapter! I like this, especially Albus "attacking" Minerva. Bravo!

Liz

[ginger newts]

Have to agree with everyone else, it was so adorable the way he missed her. It must have been wonderful to come home and just get attacked like that so you know you were missed. Awww! Very nice update, Pal, can't wait for more.

[tayryn]

Took me all night, in between working, to read this... and I love it!! Can't wait for more!!

[AshleyMcGonagall]

LOVES IT!!! Good Job! ;D

[Sensiblyquirky]

Chapter Thirteen

Minerva was grading the first paper of her new first years in early September in her and Albus’ study when Albus pushed open the door. Noticing, but not commenting till he was standing in front of her Minerva was able to finish one more essay.


“I wasn’t expecting you for another hour, Albus; has something happened?”

“I received news that Cornelius Fudge is our new Minister of Magic, and we will be hosting him this weekend.”

“This weekend!” Minerva shrieked pushing her chair to stand up, “that only gives us three days to prepare, and by the way how did he get the position?”

“Most likely because I declined it,” Albus mumbled as she crossed the room to sit by the fire Minerva had going.

Joining him Minerva leaned on the back of his chair, resting her chin atop Albus’ head. “Well the chorus group could probably perform at dinner one night, and you could introduce him to the students. You and he will have some meetings over policy, but besides that perhaps a tour, and if he arrives in time on Friday he could see some classes. I would suggest Sprout’s, Flitwick’s, Vector’s, and I guess mine.”

“Hmm, you’ll love that. You should sit in on at least one of our meetings as well. Too bad no quidditch, which would give us a little bit of time. I’ll consult the house-elves about meals,” Albus mused the tips of his long fingers resting gently together in thought.

Minerva moved to jot their ideas down, and returning to the chair she noticed Albus’ finger tips were no longer touching but ever so slightly laced, his right hand’s finger tips between those of his left: a subtle sign he had a headache.

Lifting her hands she started to massage his scalp, “Have a headache?” she asked softly.

“Fudge owled me three times, and talked to me for over an over the floo network,” Albus replied closing his eyes and leaning his head back to enjoy Minerva’s little treatment. Stopping to remove his glasses Minerva continued to massage Albus’ scalp and temples until he fell asleep. Draping a blanket over him Minerva quietly returned to her grading.

The rest of the week Hogwarts was busy with its preparation to receive the new Minister. The students had been severely warned, and the staff had been in and out of meeting for the remainder of the week. The first time since Albus became Headmaster Hogwarts was rolling out the red carpet, and he told Minerva he hoped it would be last time. So on Friday Albus and Minerva welcomed Fudge to the school right after lunch so they could discuss school matters before dinner.

“Ah Minerva it is a pleasure to see you again, still breathtaking,” the short man goofily grinned in greeting.

“Don’t be ridiculous Cornelius. May I offer you congratulations on your new position?” Minerva replied using all her self control to suppress her desperate need to roll her eyes.

“Yes, thank you, thank you. I trust you are keeping the Headmaster in his place,” he joked.

“Certainly,” was Minerva’s succinct response, and luckily Fudge did not hear Albus whisper, “If you only knew…”

“Well should we get started?” Albus asked gesturing toward his desk.

Four hours later Minerva walked into “her” rooms needing a drink. After fifteen minutes she knew Albus would be deciding most things for that man, but she was happy to see Albus would have complete control over Hogwarts. Collapsing on her sofa it wasn’t long before Albus walked in.

“You look like you are in dire need of something, my dear; can I help?”

“A drink?” Minerva suggested.

“No,” Albus replied shaking his head.

“A massage?”

“Nope, wrong again. You need me to take you to the highest height of ecstasy.”

“Dear if all I needed was an orgasm I could do that without you, you know,” she teased.

“That was a very low blow.”

“You mean below the belt?”

Albus narrowed his eyes, and moved toward the bedroom. “I’m getting a quick shower.”

“Ok, darling. I’m going to get a short nap then just freshen up. If I’m not up in twenty minutes will you wake me?” Minerva asked sweetly settling further into the cushions of the sofa.

“Perhaps,” was Albus’ reply.

Dinner was uneventful, and the rest of the weekend passed with few if any problems. Fudge was given the grand tour by the Head boy and Head girl, and then Hagrid showed him around the grounds before he was returned to Albus and Minerva.

Sunday evening Minerva and Albus crawled into bed only too happy to have the weekend come to a close. Minerva rested her weary head on Albus’ chest with a quiet sigh.

“Tired,” he asked bending to kiss the top of her head.

“Very. Can we just stay in here tomorrow? The children would enjoy the day off I’m sure.”

“Is the great Professor McGonagall talking about skipping a day of teaching? You are not tired you are ill,” here Albus stopped to feel of Minerva’s forehead and then continued on, “Hmm as I thought. You have a fever, and it is addling your brain. We must call Poppy so we can save you, it will be a close call but I am confident.” Albus over-dramatized the situation forcing Minerva to smile and giggle.

“Will you stay with me?” she asked woefully playing along.

“Every second, I will not leave you.”

“Oh thank you. I do not think I could do it alone, but won’t you suffer so?”

“Terribly, to see my goddess in trouble: sweat lingering on her beautiful brow, her bosom rising too quickly as her heart raced, her breathing labored as the fever took hold, her hair all over the pillow…it will pain my heart but I would not give up holding her for any reason.”

“Oh that was sweet,” Minerva responded cupping his cheek.

“And the role playing comes to an abrupt halt.”

“Oh sorry.”

“We should get some sleep anyway, night.” Neither fell directly asleep, because each was thinking that the other had been through a lot this past weekend and could use some special treatment later in the week.

Unknowingly they both settled on Wednesday evening, and had secretly prepared special evenings in the two separate sitting rooms. So as eight o’clock on Wednesday approached Albus and Minerva sent each other an owl requesting the other’s presence at eight o’clock.

Confusion blanketed Albus’ face as he received his letter, and he immediately left for Minerva’s room to question her, and Minerva had done the same forcing them to meet in the middle of a hallway.

“Why do you need me in your rooms, Minerva?”

“Why do you need me in yours?” she countered.

“I have something I want to show you,” he tried again.

“And I have something I want to show you. Please Albus?”

It didn’t take Albus long to give in, and was rewarded with a bright smile and warm kiss. Leading him to her rooms Minerva made him close his eyes as she led him into the sitting room. The fire was giving off a warm glow, and before the hearth was a blanket and a small picnic basket filled with desserts. Minerva had, also, charmed her sitting room to have a waterfall on one of her side walls.

Albus opened his eyes and gawked at his surroundings. “But I charmed my sitting room too! You have to come and see,” Albus said dragging Minerva out of the room.

“Aren’t you even going to tell me it looks nice, and why did you charm your sitting room?”

“For the same reason you did, and yes yours looked lovely but wait till you see mine.”

Forcing her to close her eyes Albus lead Minerva into his sitting room that had a small table for two with dessert on it, and then all his walls looked like a mountain range. The floor he had charmed to be like snow, but not cold.

“This is nice, but I don’t know if yours is better.” Minerva replied coolly that Albus had not complimented hers more.

“What? I have mountains and snow!”

“And I have a waterfall, and a picnic!”

“It took me over an hour to get mine just right!” Albus countered.

“Same here.” They were both quiet for a bit before Minerva spoke again, “Albus there is no need to fight over this. Both our rooms look very nice, and I know I enjoy the gesture you were trying to make.”

“Well I’ll admit that waterfall was a nice touch. I just wanted to thank you for last weekend.”

“And I wanted to make you feel better after last weekend. Looks like we think quite a bit alike,” Minerva laughingly replied.

“I guess so, but whose room do we use?”

“Well we could always save one to use later in the week.”

“I like the way you are thinking,” Albus said as he slipped his arms around Minerva’s waist.

“Since you are already here we can use yours later!”

“Well why don’t we eat in yours, and then move the festivities to mine. I really don’t want a waterfall up for the remainder of the week. That way each of our rooms could be used.”

Albus thought for a moment, “Alright that sounds like a fair enough compromise,” and with that the couple set about to spend the rest of the night in the middle of a remote mountain range, and beside of a beautiful waterfall.

[ginger newts]

Ooh, an unexpected update! I take it this means the exam went well? Either way, a great update. Oh, how I pity them spending a weekend with Fudge, but it was so sweet the way they both tried to surprise each other at the same time. (I also enjoyed the line about Minerva not needing Albus, but somehow I think she would prefer it his way. )