Post by Sensiblyquirky on Dec 30, 2004 0:26:37 GMT -5
To Karlie: Chin up, but not that finger you supposedly gave me earlier. 
Albus. Perceival. Wulfric. Brian. Dumbledore.
About to insert a lemon drop into his open mouth, Albus Dumbledore gulped as he directed his gaze across the room to his new wife.
Minerva McGonagall was bored to say the least. She was thrilled when Albus told her their honeymoon would be a month in Switzerland, but they had been snowed in for the past two weeks and were already on week three of their trip. Of course they hadn’t done much but make love the last two weeks, but both were tired and a bit sore.
“Come entertain you wife for a bit instead of eating those lemon drops, dear.”
“I’m too tired, Minerva.” Yet Albus crossed the room and drew his wife into his arms after a quick kiss to her lips. He was only too grateful she wasn't mad at him about anything.
“Did you bring a deck of cards with you Albus? I know I didn’t.” Minerva asked a new game just coming to her mind.
“I didn’t think I’d need any on my honeymoon, but I am a wizard you know.”
“A wizard? You don’t say, are you sure?” Minerva teased sitting up to look her husband over.
“Quite.”
“Hmm, let’s see. You have long white hair, and a long white beard. You arrived with a pointy hat, and you wear interesting clothes…let me see you wand.” Minerva demanded.
“Sweetheart I told you I’m tired, and need a little rest.”
Minerva blushed but gave Albus a smoldering look, “Not that one. The one with which you produce magic…though if the last two weeks are any indication…”
“Here it is!” Albus interrupted her sentence by picking the item up from the table. A quick flick of his wrist, and a deck of cards appeared on the table in front of them.
Minerva took the cards, and moved to the floor directing Albus to sit across from her.
“Darling do you know the game ‘go fish’?”
“No, I don’t believe I do. How do you play?”
“Well each player receives seven cards, and then one asks the other for a card, for example a queen, and if the person has any queens he/she must give them those cards. If not then the person says, “go fish,” and the other person picks the card on top of the pile in the middle and it is the next person’s turn. There are a few other rules, but I’ll explain as we go. The person with the most matches wins.
Thinking the game was easy enough Albus nodded his head, and suggested they give it a go. Not long into the game Minerva surmised Albus was cheating.
“Albus Dumbledore! I know you have two threes, not one. Why didn’t you give me the other one?” Minerva asked outraged.
“I have to give you both?”
“You have to give me all of what I ask, as I do for you. Were you cheating on purpose?”
“Of course not, dear. I honestly didn’t know. But if that is the case here is that three, three Aces, one more four, and one six.”
Minerva’s book score had now gone from 2 to five in a matter of seconds, she couldn’t be happier. Albus was very unhappy as he gazed at the five cards left in his hand, and his one book.
He tried to get Minerva to end the game, and call it a practice round since she was so far ahead but she refused. He’d show her.
The next time Minerva asked for nines, he gave her two, but not all three. After fishing once he asked for her nines, and was rewarded with a book. He was catching up!
It took three more times for Minerva to catch on.
“Albus Dumbledore, you’ve been cheating on purpose!”
“Well, you were too far ahead, and you wouldn’t start over so I had to even the score.”
“Against all the rules, and I thought I knew you. What kind of man have I married, that cheats his own wife?” Minerva asked trying to sound much angrier than she really was.
“A good one who was only trying to even the score up knowing how much his wife prefers closer scores. He was doing it all to help her,” Albus replied employing his most charming smile.
Minerva abruptly stood up, and unexpectedly straddled Albus.
“Shut up and kiss me. I don’t want to be mad at you on our honeymoon, and I need to wait till we get home before making you sleep on the couch. I won’t forget this though!”
Albus smiled at his wife as he leaned in for a delicious kiss.
It was the first, and last, time they played “Go Fish.”
I know this doesn't go here, but my computer wouldn't let me post under challenge so I got frustrated and impatiet.
Albus. Perceival. Wulfric. Brian. Dumbledore.
About to insert a lemon drop into his open mouth, Albus Dumbledore gulped as he directed his gaze across the room to his new wife.
Minerva McGonagall was bored to say the least. She was thrilled when Albus told her their honeymoon would be a month in Switzerland, but they had been snowed in for the past two weeks and were already on week three of their trip. Of course they hadn’t done much but make love the last two weeks, but both were tired and a bit sore.
“Come entertain you wife for a bit instead of eating those lemon drops, dear.”
“I’m too tired, Minerva.” Yet Albus crossed the room and drew his wife into his arms after a quick kiss to her lips. He was only too grateful she wasn't mad at him about anything.
“Did you bring a deck of cards with you Albus? I know I didn’t.” Minerva asked a new game just coming to her mind.
“I didn’t think I’d need any on my honeymoon, but I am a wizard you know.”
“A wizard? You don’t say, are you sure?” Minerva teased sitting up to look her husband over.
“Quite.”
“Hmm, let’s see. You have long white hair, and a long white beard. You arrived with a pointy hat, and you wear interesting clothes…let me see you wand.” Minerva demanded.
“Sweetheart I told you I’m tired, and need a little rest.”
Minerva blushed but gave Albus a smoldering look, “Not that one. The one with which you produce magic…though if the last two weeks are any indication…”
“Here it is!” Albus interrupted her sentence by picking the item up from the table. A quick flick of his wrist, and a deck of cards appeared on the table in front of them.
Minerva took the cards, and moved to the floor directing Albus to sit across from her.
“Darling do you know the game ‘go fish’?”
“No, I don’t believe I do. How do you play?”
“Well each player receives seven cards, and then one asks the other for a card, for example a queen, and if the person has any queens he/she must give them those cards. If not then the person says, “go fish,” and the other person picks the card on top of the pile in the middle and it is the next person’s turn. There are a few other rules, but I’ll explain as we go. The person with the most matches wins.
Thinking the game was easy enough Albus nodded his head, and suggested they give it a go. Not long into the game Minerva surmised Albus was cheating.
“Albus Dumbledore! I know you have two threes, not one. Why didn’t you give me the other one?” Minerva asked outraged.
“I have to give you both?”
“You have to give me all of what I ask, as I do for you. Were you cheating on purpose?”
“Of course not, dear. I honestly didn’t know. But if that is the case here is that three, three Aces, one more four, and one six.”
Minerva’s book score had now gone from 2 to five in a matter of seconds, she couldn’t be happier. Albus was very unhappy as he gazed at the five cards left in his hand, and his one book.
He tried to get Minerva to end the game, and call it a practice round since she was so far ahead but she refused. He’d show her.
The next time Minerva asked for nines, he gave her two, but not all three. After fishing once he asked for her nines, and was rewarded with a book. He was catching up!
It took three more times for Minerva to catch on.
“Albus Dumbledore, you’ve been cheating on purpose!”
“Well, you were too far ahead, and you wouldn’t start over so I had to even the score.”
“Against all the rules, and I thought I knew you. What kind of man have I married, that cheats his own wife?” Minerva asked trying to sound much angrier than she really was.
“A good one who was only trying to even the score up knowing how much his wife prefers closer scores. He was doing it all to help her,” Albus replied employing his most charming smile.
Minerva abruptly stood up, and unexpectedly straddled Albus.
“Shut up and kiss me. I don’t want to be mad at you on our honeymoon, and I need to wait till we get home before making you sleep on the couch. I won’t forget this though!”
Albus smiled at his wife as he leaned in for a delicious kiss.
It was the first, and last, time they played “Go Fish.”
I know this doesn't go here, but my computer wouldn't let me post under challenge so I got frustrated and impatiet.
!!!! Poor them.... playing 'go fish' on there honeymoon because of snow.... Where do you get all yhese wonderful story-ideas from?
Albus cheated.... 
But it was cute and fluffy-ness! ;D
I wonder how many nights he had to spend on the couch when they got home. 