Post by Isabelle on Oct 10, 2004 9:45:46 GMT -5
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don’t own a thing! It’s just not fair!
A/N: This is my first attempt at posting a fic on this site so forgive me if it doesn’t go the right way. Also, if any part of my fic is similar to anyone else’s response, I do apologize. If it is, I hadn’t meant to do that.
A/N 2: This is a little late compared to everyone else’s challenge responses because I wasn’t sure as to whether or not I wanted to post it. But anyway, here’s my take on the Sleepwalking challenge.
Title: Sleepwalking in on Love
The halls of Grimmauld Place were lit by candlelight and completely devoid of any activity at three ‘o’ clock in the morning, all except for a lone figure. The figure was tall and lean, wandering aimlessly through the halls. Once or twice the figure accidentally bumped into a corner where the hall curved, but that didn’t seem to bother them in the least. Although wandering with no apparent destination in mind, the figure seemed adamant on entering only one room down two flights of stairs on the opposite side of the house as their room.
Upon reaching the room, the figure twisted the knob, quietly and unconsciously as though they’d been doing it for years. Walking into the room with a glazed look in their eyes, the figure made their way toward the bed, placed in the very center of the room, directly across from the door. They slipped between the sheets and settled against another warm figure….
~*~*~*~
When she woke up that morning, Minerva McGonagall was vaguely aware of someone pressed up behind her, rubbing soft circles on her belly. For a moment she forgot anything that came to mind and solely focused on being relaxed. The moment she felt a soft pressure upon her neck, her eyes snapped open bringing her fully to her senses. The hand was still on her belly and the body was pressing closer. Alarmed now, she looked over her shoulder to see a mass of silver hair burying itself into her back.
As she jerked away the arms enclosing her abruptly, Albus Dumbledore was also awakened. He looked up at the ceiling dazed, and then Minerva came into his line of vision. He jumped back a little bringing the blanket with him.
“Minerva, what are you doing here, in my bed?” he asked tentatively. “No, no, I mean why are you here in my bed?”
Minerva looked at him aghast. “Your bed? Albus Dumbledore, this is my bed! I should be the one asking you that question. Look around the room and find out for yourself.”
Struck dumb by her little outburst, he guiltily turned away from her and saw that it was indeed her room. Her forsaken emerald outer robe was folded over a wicker chair in the corner of the room. He saw articles she’d cut out of this month’s issue of Transfiguration Today that were lying askew on the desk. The letters she’d written out to incoming first years were stacked in an orderly fashion upon the desk as well.
As he gazed at the belongings scattered throughout her room, Minerva couldn’t help but think he felt the same as she. It was nerve racking to have him look at her things, some of which were personal. She wasn’t aware he turned back to her until he spoke.
“Minerva, I do apologize for intruding.” The guilt-ridden expression on his face made her begin to melt. “You see, as a child, I had a habit of sleepwalking. I miraculously broke the habit when I came to Hogwarts and haven’t done it up until now, so I am told anyway. But if you excuse me, I’ll let you get ready. I am sorry again, if I startled you, Minerva.” He looked at her only to see tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Was this Minerva McGonagall, his formidable deputy and the woman who’d stolen his heart the year she’d left Hogwarts? As long as he’d known her, he had never seen her cry, let alone even a tear fall from her cerulean eyes.
“Minerva, why are you crying?” As he said this, her tears came rushing down her face as she slowly closed her eyes and opened them again. Upon seeing her like this, Albus did the only logical thing that came to mind and he snaked his arms around her and held her to him fast. As he began stroking her back, she cried harder. She began murmuring into his shoulder, but Albus couldn’t decipher what she was saying. He pulled her away to look into her eyes as he traced his thumbs up and down her face to wipe away the tears. “What did you say, my dear?”
“Oh, Albus, I-I don’t know what I’m trying to say. When I woke up and saw you in my bed, I….oh, I don’t know!” She pulled his arms away from her and turned away from him.
“You what, Minerva?” he asked quietly touching her shoulder.
“I-I thought you had come for a different reason, not just because you have a habit of sleepwalking.” She turned around again to face him, her deep blue eyes shining with tears once more.
“What are saying, Minerva?” he asked her, concern evident in his soft tone.
Oh, doesn’t he understand?! I’m in love with you, Albus Dumbledore! “I’m saying I’m in love with you, Albus Dumbledore, and I have been for a very long time. I’ll understand now if you want to leave.” She became suddenly interested in her hands which were folded in her lap.
Ever so gently, she felt his hands cup her face and lift it so she was looking directly into his penetrating blue eyes. “My dear, I’ve waited a long time to hear those words, from you especially.” He leaned forward a little and closed the remaining distance between them and kissed her lips so softly she almost couldn’t feel it. Chaste and gentle though their kiss was, Minerva had never experienced anything so mind-boggling. She was losing herself completely in his kiss. Albus, too, was experiencing the same feelings. He’d never believed she would have loved him or that her lips would have been so incredibly soft. Feeling bold, he began to move his lips over hers and running his tongue over her lips begging for entrance. Minerva gasped and moaned slightly as she granted him access.
As their kiss deepened, they were unaware of being watched by the members of the Order. They all stood quietly in the doorway, which had been left open as Dumbledore sleepwalked his way into Minerva’s room. They gazed at the esteemed Headmaster and Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts. Finally gathering enough courage, Molly Weasley stepped into the room reaching for the door handle. Unfortunately for her, a floorboard screeched in protest, causing Albus and Minerva to jump apart, turning toward the source of the noise.
“Oh!” Minerva gasped, beginning to blush furiously and she covered her mouth.
“We’re sorry, Professors, don’t mind us. We’ll see you at breakfast whenever you’re ready,” Molly told them as she closed the door with a noticeable glint in her eye.
“Oh, Albus, what are we going to do about this?” Minerva almost wailed as she put her hand to her forehead.
“Absolutely nothing, my dear,” he said drawing her hand away and leaning in to kiss he love once more.
So what do you think? Is it worth it?
A/N: This is my first attempt at posting a fic on this site so forgive me if it doesn’t go the right way. Also, if any part of my fic is similar to anyone else’s response, I do apologize. If it is, I hadn’t meant to do that.
A/N 2: This is a little late compared to everyone else’s challenge responses because I wasn’t sure as to whether or not I wanted to post it. But anyway, here’s my take on the Sleepwalking challenge.
Title: Sleepwalking in on Love
The halls of Grimmauld Place were lit by candlelight and completely devoid of any activity at three ‘o’ clock in the morning, all except for a lone figure. The figure was tall and lean, wandering aimlessly through the halls. Once or twice the figure accidentally bumped into a corner where the hall curved, but that didn’t seem to bother them in the least. Although wandering with no apparent destination in mind, the figure seemed adamant on entering only one room down two flights of stairs on the opposite side of the house as their room.
Upon reaching the room, the figure twisted the knob, quietly and unconsciously as though they’d been doing it for years. Walking into the room with a glazed look in their eyes, the figure made their way toward the bed, placed in the very center of the room, directly across from the door. They slipped between the sheets and settled against another warm figure….
~*~*~*~
When she woke up that morning, Minerva McGonagall was vaguely aware of someone pressed up behind her, rubbing soft circles on her belly. For a moment she forgot anything that came to mind and solely focused on being relaxed. The moment she felt a soft pressure upon her neck, her eyes snapped open bringing her fully to her senses. The hand was still on her belly and the body was pressing closer. Alarmed now, she looked over her shoulder to see a mass of silver hair burying itself into her back.
As she jerked away the arms enclosing her abruptly, Albus Dumbledore was also awakened. He looked up at the ceiling dazed, and then Minerva came into his line of vision. He jumped back a little bringing the blanket with him.
“Minerva, what are you doing here, in my bed?” he asked tentatively. “No, no, I mean why are you here in my bed?”
Minerva looked at him aghast. “Your bed? Albus Dumbledore, this is my bed! I should be the one asking you that question. Look around the room and find out for yourself.”
Struck dumb by her little outburst, he guiltily turned away from her and saw that it was indeed her room. Her forsaken emerald outer robe was folded over a wicker chair in the corner of the room. He saw articles she’d cut out of this month’s issue of Transfiguration Today that were lying askew on the desk. The letters she’d written out to incoming first years were stacked in an orderly fashion upon the desk as well.
As he gazed at the belongings scattered throughout her room, Minerva couldn’t help but think he felt the same as she. It was nerve racking to have him look at her things, some of which were personal. She wasn’t aware he turned back to her until he spoke.
“Minerva, I do apologize for intruding.” The guilt-ridden expression on his face made her begin to melt. “You see, as a child, I had a habit of sleepwalking. I miraculously broke the habit when I came to Hogwarts and haven’t done it up until now, so I am told anyway. But if you excuse me, I’ll let you get ready. I am sorry again, if I startled you, Minerva.” He looked at her only to see tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Was this Minerva McGonagall, his formidable deputy and the woman who’d stolen his heart the year she’d left Hogwarts? As long as he’d known her, he had never seen her cry, let alone even a tear fall from her cerulean eyes.
“Minerva, why are you crying?” As he said this, her tears came rushing down her face as she slowly closed her eyes and opened them again. Upon seeing her like this, Albus did the only logical thing that came to mind and he snaked his arms around her and held her to him fast. As he began stroking her back, she cried harder. She began murmuring into his shoulder, but Albus couldn’t decipher what she was saying. He pulled her away to look into her eyes as he traced his thumbs up and down her face to wipe away the tears. “What did you say, my dear?”
“Oh, Albus, I-I don’t know what I’m trying to say. When I woke up and saw you in my bed, I….oh, I don’t know!” She pulled his arms away from her and turned away from him.
“You what, Minerva?” he asked quietly touching her shoulder.
“I-I thought you had come for a different reason, not just because you have a habit of sleepwalking.” She turned around again to face him, her deep blue eyes shining with tears once more.
“What are saying, Minerva?” he asked her, concern evident in his soft tone.
Oh, doesn’t he understand?! I’m in love with you, Albus Dumbledore! “I’m saying I’m in love with you, Albus Dumbledore, and I have been for a very long time. I’ll understand now if you want to leave.” She became suddenly interested in her hands which were folded in her lap.
Ever so gently, she felt his hands cup her face and lift it so she was looking directly into his penetrating blue eyes. “My dear, I’ve waited a long time to hear those words, from you especially.” He leaned forward a little and closed the remaining distance between them and kissed her lips so softly she almost couldn’t feel it. Chaste and gentle though their kiss was, Minerva had never experienced anything so mind-boggling. She was losing herself completely in his kiss. Albus, too, was experiencing the same feelings. He’d never believed she would have loved him or that her lips would have been so incredibly soft. Feeling bold, he began to move his lips over hers and running his tongue over her lips begging for entrance. Minerva gasped and moaned slightly as she granted him access.
As their kiss deepened, they were unaware of being watched by the members of the Order. They all stood quietly in the doorway, which had been left open as Dumbledore sleepwalked his way into Minerva’s room. They gazed at the esteemed Headmaster and Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts. Finally gathering enough courage, Molly Weasley stepped into the room reaching for the door handle. Unfortunately for her, a floorboard screeched in protest, causing Albus and Minerva to jump apart, turning toward the source of the noise.
“Oh!” Minerva gasped, beginning to blush furiously and she covered her mouth.
“We’re sorry, Professors, don’t mind us. We’ll see you at breakfast whenever you’re ready,” Molly told them as she closed the door with a noticeable glint in her eye.
“Oh, Albus, what are we going to do about this?” Minerva almost wailed as she put her hand to her forehead.
“Absolutely nothing, my dear,” he said drawing her hand away and leaning in to kiss he love once more.
So what do you think? Is it worth it?
