Post by Jestana on Sept 28, 2004 0:44:45 GMT -5
Inappropriate For Students, But Not Teachers
"Mr. Black! Mr. Potter! Pay attention!" Minerva McGonagall barked.
The guilty students jumped and snapped shut the book they were reading covertly with a loud snap. "Sorry, Professor."
"I daresay you are." She stalked over and held out her hand for the book. "I'll not have you reading in my class unless it is assigned." It was reluctantly slipped into her hand, cover side down. She flipped it over and read the title, her eyes narrowing. "Both of you will stay after class. Understood?"
"Yes, Professor."
With that, she turned on her heel, tucked the book into her desk, and continued with the lesson. After class, the two culprits waited until the room had emptied before approaching the desk. "I don't know how you two managed to get hold of this book, but you'll not be getting it back."
"But, Professor--" began the bespectacled boy.
She cut him off sharply. "No, Mr. Potter. This is highly inappropriate reading material. I would suggest you find something else to read, such as your textbooks?"
"Yes, Professor." Scowling, the two fifth-year students left the classroom.
Shaking her head, Minerva slipped the book into her pocket and went to dinner.
* * *
That evening, Albus stopped by Minerva's rooms and knocked politely. When no reply was forthcoming after he'd waited a few minutes, he gave the password and slipped inside. He raised an eyebrow when he saw Minerva curled up in her favorite armchair in front of the fire. She was reading a book and had apparently not heard his knock. Wondering what could be so fascinating, he approached. Before he got very far, Minerva sat up and looked around. He was vastly amused when her face began to turn red. "Albus! I didn't hear you come in!"
"Obviously," he commented, his eyes twinkling, as she moved to tuck the book away. "Accio book."
A cry of dismay escaped her as the book flew from her hand to his. "No!"
Now very curious, Albus looked at the title of the book he now held in his hands. "Sex For Dummies, Minerva?" She moaned, sinking into her chair and covering her face with her hands. "Wherever did you get this?"
"I confiscated it," she told him, her voice muffled by her hands. "Mr. Potter and Mr. Black were reading it in class."
Nodding, he opened the book and began to skim it. "Hmm, it is certainly an interesting approach to the subject."
"Albus! You can't be serious!" Minerva exclaimed, dropping her hands to give him an incredulous look.
He looked at her over the tops of his glasses. "My dear, whatever do you mean?"
"They're fifteen years old!" Minerva cried. "A book like this is highly inappropriate for them to read."
He closed the book and laid a hand on her shoulder. "Minerva, I never said I condone the reading of such material by our students."
"Oh." She ducked her head. "My apologies."
He shook his head and tilted her head up so he could look into the lovely eyes that he adored so much. "There's no need to apologize, Minerva."
"I yelled at you for no apparent reason, Albus," she pointed out.
He laid a finger against her lips. "Minerva, if you want to read the book, go ahead."
"Oh, no, it's not that." She hastily ducked her head.
He tilted it back up. "What is it, then?"
After hesitating for a few moments, she burst out, "How can they do some of those positions?"
"I beg your pardon?" Of all the things Minerva could have asked about, that was the last Albus would have expected.
In answer, she took the book, flipped it to a page near the back, and showed it to him. "That, for instance. How can it, well, work? I mean, er..." Her voice trailed off as a deep blush suffused her face.
"Would you like a practical demonstration?" Albus asked after examining the illustration in question.
Her eyes widened as she stared up at him. "What?"
"Would you like to be shown how it could work?" he clarified, closing the book and setting it aside.
Rather than wait for her answer, he lowered his head to kiss her softly. After a moment, she responded by slipping her arms around his neck and kissing him back. When the kiss ended, their bodies were molded together, the obvious evidence of his arousal pressing into her stomach. "Yes."
"Yes, what?" he questioned, having lost the thread of their conversation during the kiss.
She smiled, kissing the tip of his crooked nose. "Yes, I'd like a practical demonstration."
Smiling back, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom.
Finite
Not my best work, but I rather like it. *grin*
But fun story, the scene were he catches her reading it so embarassing. *smirk*
;D 
