Post by Sensiblyquirky on Oct 7, 2004 16:20:14 GMT -5
Albus Dumbledore was walking around the castle late at night in search of some peace. The portraits in his office were being particularly lively that night, and he decided a walk was just what he needed. Coming to the Great Hall Albus turned into the room to gaze at the ceiling, which depicted the night sky. There was a soft light illuminating the head table, and Albus stopped in his tracks as his eyes fell on the chair beside of his. There was his Deputy, Minerva McGonagall, asleep in her chair, with her head down on the table. Albus stood there staring at her for awhile till he finally moved beside of her.
“Minerva,” he called softly while gently placing his hand on her shoulder. When no response was forth coming Albus pulled her back into a sitting position. Looking down he noticed her dressing gown was very loosely tied, and a considerable amount of cleavage could be seen.
Quickly he removed his eyes back to her face, but they roamed back to her chest. “Perfect,” he vaguely thought to himself; shaking his head Albus moved to gently pick Minerva up, moving her head so it was resting on his shoulder. Slowly he carried her back to her rooms, pulling Minerva closer to his chest with every step that he took.
Upon entering her bedroom Albus gently laid Minerva on the bed carefully removing her dressing gown, which revealed a beautiful, thin, clingy nightgown. Albus blushed as he gazed at his Deputy, but he quickly tucked her in. Leaning down Albus placed a tender kiss to her forehead before leaving.
The next night Albus found Minerva asleep in the kitchens, but no mug or dish of any kind could be seen in front of her. Before Albus could get closer a house-elf appeared, “May Twinkie help Headmaster, sir?”
“Yes, Twinkie, did Professor McGonagall have anything when she came down,” Albus asked the eager elf.
“No, sir. She just walked in and sat down. Twinkie tried to get her something, but she never said anything. Did Twinkie do something wrong, sir,” the elf asked, tears welling up in its big eyes.
“Oh, no, Twinkie, you have done nothing wrong. Thank you, but I’ll just get our dear Professor back to bed.”
“Yes, sir, Headmaster, sir, Goodnight!”
“Goodnight”
Shaking his head Albus moved to tuck Minerva’s hair behind her ear. “Oh, my dear, is your bed that uncomfortable,” he asked the sleeping figure. Minerva’s response was only a soft sigh. Once again Albus picked her up, and carried her to bed.
This pattern continued for several nights, and Albus thought about telling Minerva but he knew she’d be embarrassed, so he decided to wait awhile and see if she stopped. Then one night as he was reading in his sitting room Minerva entered. She wore her dressing gown, much to his disappointment, and she walked right over to his chair, sinking down into his lap. Albus didn’t know what to do.
Minerva curled against him, resting her head in the crook of his neck while her hand came to lie on his chest. She looked so peaceful, Albus thought, and he couldn’t resist running a long finger down her cheek and across her lips. To his surprise Minerva placed a tiny kiss on the finger that touched her lips. Being the gentleman he was Albus moved Minerva to the couch thinking if she woke up in a different setting she would know she had been sleepwalking, but some of her dignity would still be intact. Moving to his room Albus had a very fitful rest, dreaming of the raven haired witch in the next room.
Arising the next morning Albus was eager to greet Minerva, but she was gone by the time he entered his sitting room. Minerva successfully avoided him at breakfast, and for a few days until he talked her into a chess game. Albus had missed not finding her all over the castle, and after questioning Severus Snape he found out Minerva had seen him about a sleepwalking potion.
At their chess match Albus brought the events of the past two weeks up, “You know, my dear, I’ve missed finding you all over the castle and carrying you back to bed.”
Minerva paled at his comment, “What? You found me…Albus?”
Smiling Albus replied, “Yes, Minerva, I found you in the Great Hall, the Kitchens, and various other places. I would pick you up, and carry you back to bed. I do apologize if it was forward to remove you of your dressing gown, but I assumed you did not normally sleep in it.”
A full flush brought the color, and much more, into Minerva’s face, “You…carried me?”
“Yes, but the last night you came to me and crawled into my lap,” Albus said with a huge grin.
“No I did not! I was asleep on your couch!” Minerva yelled at him outraged at the suggestion, but more at the fear that she had.
“Only after I put you there,” Albus replied amused but firm. Minerva sat down on the couch with her head in her hands.
“You are very beautiful in your sleep, Minerva,” Albus said softly.
“Oh Albus I have never been beautiful,” countered Minerva immediately.
“You have always been beautiful, awake or asleep. The nightgown looked very nice on you as well,” Albus replied.
Minerva actually looked mad at his insistence that she was beautiful, “I am not nor have I ever been beautiful, Albus Dumbledore! I would prefer the truth to you just lying to make me feel better!” Minerva was up now and moving to the door. As she reached for the doorknob a hand on her shoulder quickly turned her around, and backed her up against the wall.
“You are beautiful Minerva, at least to me. I think you are attractive at breakfast, lunch, dinner; at every meeting. To be honest every time I see you I think you look stunning. You did look unbelievable in your nightgown, and I would wager you would look even better out of it.” Stopping for a second Albus leaned to whisper in his ear, “I would love the chance to show you just how beautiful and wonderful I think you are.”
Minerva gasped out loud, “And what would that entail,” she finally breathed out.
“Whatever I am allowed to do,” Albus replied as he softly placed a kiss on her neck.
“T-that’s good,” Minerva stuttered to get out.
Chuckling Albus kissed her again in the same spot. “You know, Albus you can, um…pick another spot.” Minerva said another blush seeping up her cheeks.
Pulling back he replied, “Oh, really…and where may that be?”
“Albus! Stop playing with me,” Minerva said exasperated.
“Oh, my dear, I have not even begun to “play” with you,” was Albus’ response as he finally bent forward to kiss her lips. Once the kiss was over Minerva said, “Play on good sire, play on.”
“Minerva,” he called softly while gently placing his hand on her shoulder. When no response was forth coming Albus pulled her back into a sitting position. Looking down he noticed her dressing gown was very loosely tied, and a considerable amount of cleavage could be seen.
Quickly he removed his eyes back to her face, but they roamed back to her chest. “Perfect,” he vaguely thought to himself; shaking his head Albus moved to gently pick Minerva up, moving her head so it was resting on his shoulder. Slowly he carried her back to her rooms, pulling Minerva closer to his chest with every step that he took.
Upon entering her bedroom Albus gently laid Minerva on the bed carefully removing her dressing gown, which revealed a beautiful, thin, clingy nightgown. Albus blushed as he gazed at his Deputy, but he quickly tucked her in. Leaning down Albus placed a tender kiss to her forehead before leaving.
The next night Albus found Minerva asleep in the kitchens, but no mug or dish of any kind could be seen in front of her. Before Albus could get closer a house-elf appeared, “May Twinkie help Headmaster, sir?”
“Yes, Twinkie, did Professor McGonagall have anything when she came down,” Albus asked the eager elf.
“No, sir. She just walked in and sat down. Twinkie tried to get her something, but she never said anything. Did Twinkie do something wrong, sir,” the elf asked, tears welling up in its big eyes.
“Oh, no, Twinkie, you have done nothing wrong. Thank you, but I’ll just get our dear Professor back to bed.”
“Yes, sir, Headmaster, sir, Goodnight!”
“Goodnight”
Shaking his head Albus moved to tuck Minerva’s hair behind her ear. “Oh, my dear, is your bed that uncomfortable,” he asked the sleeping figure. Minerva’s response was only a soft sigh. Once again Albus picked her up, and carried her to bed.
This pattern continued for several nights, and Albus thought about telling Minerva but he knew she’d be embarrassed, so he decided to wait awhile and see if she stopped. Then one night as he was reading in his sitting room Minerva entered. She wore her dressing gown, much to his disappointment, and she walked right over to his chair, sinking down into his lap. Albus didn’t know what to do.
Minerva curled against him, resting her head in the crook of his neck while her hand came to lie on his chest. She looked so peaceful, Albus thought, and he couldn’t resist running a long finger down her cheek and across her lips. To his surprise Minerva placed a tiny kiss on the finger that touched her lips. Being the gentleman he was Albus moved Minerva to the couch thinking if she woke up in a different setting she would know she had been sleepwalking, but some of her dignity would still be intact. Moving to his room Albus had a very fitful rest, dreaming of the raven haired witch in the next room.
Arising the next morning Albus was eager to greet Minerva, but she was gone by the time he entered his sitting room. Minerva successfully avoided him at breakfast, and for a few days until he talked her into a chess game. Albus had missed not finding her all over the castle, and after questioning Severus Snape he found out Minerva had seen him about a sleepwalking potion.
At their chess match Albus brought the events of the past two weeks up, “You know, my dear, I’ve missed finding you all over the castle and carrying you back to bed.”
Minerva paled at his comment, “What? You found me…Albus?”
Smiling Albus replied, “Yes, Minerva, I found you in the Great Hall, the Kitchens, and various other places. I would pick you up, and carry you back to bed. I do apologize if it was forward to remove you of your dressing gown, but I assumed you did not normally sleep in it.”
A full flush brought the color, and much more, into Minerva’s face, “You…carried me?”
“Yes, but the last night you came to me and crawled into my lap,” Albus said with a huge grin.
“No I did not! I was asleep on your couch!” Minerva yelled at him outraged at the suggestion, but more at the fear that she had.
“Only after I put you there,” Albus replied amused but firm. Minerva sat down on the couch with her head in her hands.
“You are very beautiful in your sleep, Minerva,” Albus said softly.
“Oh Albus I have never been beautiful,” countered Minerva immediately.
“You have always been beautiful, awake or asleep. The nightgown looked very nice on you as well,” Albus replied.
Minerva actually looked mad at his insistence that she was beautiful, “I am not nor have I ever been beautiful, Albus Dumbledore! I would prefer the truth to you just lying to make me feel better!” Minerva was up now and moving to the door. As she reached for the doorknob a hand on her shoulder quickly turned her around, and backed her up against the wall.
“You are beautiful Minerva, at least to me. I think you are attractive at breakfast, lunch, dinner; at every meeting. To be honest every time I see you I think you look stunning. You did look unbelievable in your nightgown, and I would wager you would look even better out of it.” Stopping for a second Albus leaned to whisper in his ear, “I would love the chance to show you just how beautiful and wonderful I think you are.”
Minerva gasped out loud, “And what would that entail,” she finally breathed out.
“Whatever I am allowed to do,” Albus replied as he softly placed a kiss on her neck.
“T-that’s good,” Minerva stuttered to get out.
Chuckling Albus kissed her again in the same spot. “You know, Albus you can, um…pick another spot.” Minerva said another blush seeping up her cheeks.
Pulling back he replied, “Oh, really…and where may that be?”
“Albus! Stop playing with me,” Minerva said exasperated.
“Oh, my dear, I have not even begun to “play” with you,” was Albus’ response as he finally bent forward to kiss her lips. Once the kiss was over Minerva said, “Play on good sire, play on.”
Wonderful story!