Post by Orion's Guard on Feb 1, 2005 16:55:41 GMT -5
A/N: I don’t write much, but I had this started for a while and I like this challenge. I like the whole idea of the challenges. This is definitely fluffy.
Minerva had long since given up on her feelings toward a certain Headmaster of a certain prestigious wizarding school. Even with the cliché talk about the Headmaster of Hogwarts always dating his or her Deputy, even in the case of Bilius Broderick and Ramón Bilger, Minerva did not dare presume too much.
Months had passed since Lily and James lost their lives. Minerva had been close with each, teaching them through all of their years at Hogwarts, and then working with them in the order. It was hard to believe that Sirius Black had betrayed them, but there was no other explanation. Peter Pettigrew is dead as well. The last boy, Remus Lupin, had gone into seclusion, what was left of the Order had not heard from him since two days after that night.
Even with all of the images racing through her head, as they had for the last nine months, her thoughts once again turned to Albus. In the first two months after he dropped young Harry off at his despicable relatives, Minerva did not say more than a few sentences to Albus. She, of course, had to discuss school business and such, but as soon as they would finish talking, she would stand and leave without so much as a good bye.
This behavior ceased three days after the New Year when Minerva made her way to the Headmaster’s office in the middle of the night. She’d had a nightmare and no one could ever help her but Albus. When she entered his office, he was sitting at his desk. He immediately stood and embraced her, shedding tears he had pent up in the previous months. They held each other and cried on the floor all night.
‘Stop it,’ she told herself for the third time that day. ‘It doesn’t do well to harp on things in the past. Stop thinking about it! And stop talking to yourself!’
There was a sound coming form the door to her classroom. Albus walked in levitating a two foot pile of papers in front of him.
“Oh, please tell me those aren’t for me,” she said in a mock whine.
“I just decided to carry them everywhere I went, my dear. But since I’m here…”
“Oh goodness, I’ll have to take them off your hands.”
“I brought them with me in case you wanted to work here in your office, but I also wanted to extend an invitation for your company later. I have a pile twice this size on my desk and I get terribly bored doing all of this work by myself. So, can I expect you around 7 in my office, right after dinner?”
“I suppose so, if I can make it to your office without falling asleep in the corridors. But you have to take that pile with you; I don’t want to have to drag it around with me.”
“I can just imagine your studious fifth years finding you on the floor by my office sucking your thumb and fast asleep. I will see you a dinner.” He left before she had a chance to throw something at him.
Trouble was, Minerva had been lethargic recently. She, while still middle aged for a witch, was beginning to feel the effects of her life. She couldn’t bear to stand at the end of the day and she was falling asleep at nine thirty every night. During the war, she would only sleep a few nights a week, if that, between battles and spying. She hoped she could stay awake long enough to finish the work so we wouldn’t have to excuse herself early. She really did love spending time with Albus and the thought of his thinking her old was reason enough to trouble her thoughts.
***
Dinner came and went on this Thursday night. Thursdays were always the hardest day of the week. On Fridays, the weekend was close enough to count, but on Thursdays, one is tired from the weeks work, but still far enough away from the weekend for it to be painful.
Minerva made her way to Albus’ office. Once inside, the two set to work on the various papers, from administrative forms, to correspondence.
About an hour later Albus interrupted Minerva while she was writing a letter to the parents of a Ravenclaw student because she was not attending classes and had received detention three times in the last month.
“Would you like a cup a cocoa?” Minerva shot him an annoyed look. “Tea it is.”
They relaxed and drank for a while, while Albus tried to get her to eat some of her favorite ginger newts.
“I'm really not hungry tonight, Albus.” She said, exasperated. She hated when he tried to baby her.
They soon got back to work and about another hour passed before Albus looked up to see where Minerva was in her work. He was surprised to see that her head was leaning back and she had fallen asleep in her chair.
“Minerva?” He shook her shoulder gently. “Minerva?” He tried harder this time to wake her. “It’s late. Minerva? There are students here. They're taking your picture. I;m going to undress you now, you always have been the most beautiful woman in my life.”
“Oh, Albus,” she mumbled while she tried to cuddle herself deeper in the chair.
Albus quickly transfigured the chintz armchair she was sitting in into a small, but suitable bed. He tried to cover his blush, but from whom he did not know. He covered her up to her chin and kissed her forehead.
“Mmmm, please, Albus.”
Now he was shocked. He stared at her and watched her sleep before his eyelids became heavy and he fell asleep on the sofa next to where she lay.
***
Minerva woke the next morning with a stretch, and realized that her arms hung off the bed. Sitting up quickly she realized that she was not in her chambers. When she looked around the room, to the right she saw a large messy desk and to the left, a sleeping Albus Dumbledore on the sofa.
She stood quickly, a little itchy from sleeping in her robes, and bolted for the door.
Albus woke to the sound of a slamming door and was sad to see that Minerva had left unexpectedly. He frowned and slowly made his way to his bedroom to change for the day.
When Minerva arrived at the door to her chambers, two tears had already made their way down her face. Nothing was worse than crying; well, maybe falling asleep where ever she sat. She couldn’t believe she had embarrassed herself so.
After wiping her tears and dressing for the day, Minerva vowed to have more energy, even if it killed her.
***
Minerva had long since given up on her feelings toward a certain Headmaster of a certain prestigious wizarding school. Even with the cliché talk about the Headmaster of Hogwarts always dating his or her Deputy, even in the case of Bilius Broderick and Ramón Bilger, Minerva did not dare presume too much.
Months had passed since Lily and James lost their lives. Minerva had been close with each, teaching them through all of their years at Hogwarts, and then working with them in the order. It was hard to believe that Sirius Black had betrayed them, but there was no other explanation. Peter Pettigrew is dead as well. The last boy, Remus Lupin, had gone into seclusion, what was left of the Order had not heard from him since two days after that night.
Even with all of the images racing through her head, as they had for the last nine months, her thoughts once again turned to Albus. In the first two months after he dropped young Harry off at his despicable relatives, Minerva did not say more than a few sentences to Albus. She, of course, had to discuss school business and such, but as soon as they would finish talking, she would stand and leave without so much as a good bye.
This behavior ceased three days after the New Year when Minerva made her way to the Headmaster’s office in the middle of the night. She’d had a nightmare and no one could ever help her but Albus. When she entered his office, he was sitting at his desk. He immediately stood and embraced her, shedding tears he had pent up in the previous months. They held each other and cried on the floor all night.
‘Stop it,’ she told herself for the third time that day. ‘It doesn’t do well to harp on things in the past. Stop thinking about it! And stop talking to yourself!’
There was a sound coming form the door to her classroom. Albus walked in levitating a two foot pile of papers in front of him.
“Oh, please tell me those aren’t for me,” she said in a mock whine.
“I just decided to carry them everywhere I went, my dear. But since I’m here…”
“Oh goodness, I’ll have to take them off your hands.”
“I brought them with me in case you wanted to work here in your office, but I also wanted to extend an invitation for your company later. I have a pile twice this size on my desk and I get terribly bored doing all of this work by myself. So, can I expect you around 7 in my office, right after dinner?”
“I suppose so, if I can make it to your office without falling asleep in the corridors. But you have to take that pile with you; I don’t want to have to drag it around with me.”
“I can just imagine your studious fifth years finding you on the floor by my office sucking your thumb and fast asleep. I will see you a dinner.” He left before she had a chance to throw something at him.
Trouble was, Minerva had been lethargic recently. She, while still middle aged for a witch, was beginning to feel the effects of her life. She couldn’t bear to stand at the end of the day and she was falling asleep at nine thirty every night. During the war, she would only sleep a few nights a week, if that, between battles and spying. She hoped she could stay awake long enough to finish the work so we wouldn’t have to excuse herself early. She really did love spending time with Albus and the thought of his thinking her old was reason enough to trouble her thoughts.
***
Dinner came and went on this Thursday night. Thursdays were always the hardest day of the week. On Fridays, the weekend was close enough to count, but on Thursdays, one is tired from the weeks work, but still far enough away from the weekend for it to be painful.
Minerva made her way to Albus’ office. Once inside, the two set to work on the various papers, from administrative forms, to correspondence.
About an hour later Albus interrupted Minerva while she was writing a letter to the parents of a Ravenclaw student because she was not attending classes and had received detention three times in the last month.
“Would you like a cup a cocoa?” Minerva shot him an annoyed look. “Tea it is.”
They relaxed and drank for a while, while Albus tried to get her to eat some of her favorite ginger newts.
“I'm really not hungry tonight, Albus.” She said, exasperated. She hated when he tried to baby her.
They soon got back to work and about another hour passed before Albus looked up to see where Minerva was in her work. He was surprised to see that her head was leaning back and she had fallen asleep in her chair.
“Minerva?” He shook her shoulder gently. “Minerva?” He tried harder this time to wake her. “It’s late. Minerva? There are students here. They're taking your picture. I;m going to undress you now, you always have been the most beautiful woman in my life.”
“Oh, Albus,” she mumbled while she tried to cuddle herself deeper in the chair.
Albus quickly transfigured the chintz armchair she was sitting in into a small, but suitable bed. He tried to cover his blush, but from whom he did not know. He covered her up to her chin and kissed her forehead.
“Mmmm, please, Albus.”
Now he was shocked. He stared at her and watched her sleep before his eyelids became heavy and he fell asleep on the sofa next to where she lay.
***
Minerva woke the next morning with a stretch, and realized that her arms hung off the bed. Sitting up quickly she realized that she was not in her chambers. When she looked around the room, to the right she saw a large messy desk and to the left, a sleeping Albus Dumbledore on the sofa.
She stood quickly, a little itchy from sleeping in her robes, and bolted for the door.
Albus woke to the sound of a slamming door and was sad to see that Minerva had left unexpectedly. He frowned and slowly made his way to his bedroom to change for the day.
When Minerva arrived at the door to her chambers, two tears had already made their way down her face. Nothing was worse than crying; well, maybe falling asleep where ever she sat. She couldn’t believe she had embarrassed herself so.
After wiping her tears and dressing for the day, Minerva vowed to have more energy, even if it killed her.
***
Kassie
Sorry, haven't told a joke all day and its starting to kill me. Kandie 
