Post by Kimberly on Feb 1, 2005 17:30:51 GMT -5
What Lies Beneath
Minerva McGonagall felt the last shred of her tolerance for the woman standing before her tear and she stepped closer ready to launch into a tirade.
A gentle hand at the small of her back halted her attack and she looked behind her to find Albus.
“I am sorry to interrupt what must be a fascinating conversation but I must speak with my Deputy on school matters. Perhaps we can speak again at the luncheon?” Albus Dumbledore steered Minerva away quickly and found a quiet corner.
They were at what they hoped to be the last victory celebration hosted by the Ministry after little Harry Potter defeated Voldemort. The bashes had never seemed appropriate to Albus, as he knew Voldemort would return but he knew the wizarding world needed this time to grieve their losses and hopefully take steps to hinder another dark lord from trying to move through the ranks. His Deputy, Minerva, had not attended any of the celebrations and he had to insist she come as several high- ranking officials had expressed concern. Albus held little doubt Minerva would be accused of supporting Voldemort but the ministry had made foolish suppositions and accusations before and would do it again.
“Minerva, I know you have little patience for Madame Robertson but she is sister in law to the minister and we must try not to offend him.” Albus’ eyes twinkled as he looked down on his closest friend and employee. Her red cheeks and flashing eyes told him her anger still bubbled beneath the surface and he led her out of the doors behind them and into the gardens.
They walked for several minutes in silence before he quickly pulled her into the shadows against the building and conjured a small bench. Two trees hid them from view although it didn’t block the noise from the guests.
After taking seats Albus lifted Minerva’s hand and stroked it carefully before asking, “What has she done to rile you up so?”
Minerva stiffened and barely opened her mouth as she spoke. “The nerve of that woman. She told me that women ‘our’ age need to be more careful of the clothes we wear and implied that not only are my robes too tight and it isn’t necessary to try to emphasize my less than adequate sized breasts but I should also remove my corset as it is hardly the style any longer. I am not old. My breasts are none of her business. I will confine them in any manner I choose and I don’t need advice from her on how to stop the damage gravity places on them.”
Albus reddened unsure how to respond to her statements. Her robes weren’t too tight in his opinion and did not emphasize her breasts at all. He took a quick glance at them while she looked at the sky and decided they were just as he remembered dreaming of them and weren’t less than adequate at all. Madame Robertson was endowed enough for three women so if she were comparing Minerva would seem almost flatchested.
“I always thought corsets highly uncomfortable for women. I remember several women…” He paused and coughed before starting over. “I agree a corset does little more than pinch in a waist and ruin the digestion of women.”
Minerva shot him a glare worthy of melting glaciers. “I am not now nor have I ever worn a corset.” She stood to leave but Albus caught her elbow.
“I know more than anyone that there is no corset beneath your robes.” He stood behind her and moved his hand around her waist and pressed her back into his chest. “I have dreamed of what lies beneath your robes and trust me when I tell you, no man could possibly think you inadequate. And I for one doubt you’ve suffered any damage at all.”
His hand rose higher as though to underscore his words and he cupped her breast and squeezed lightly. “Definitely a handful,” he murmured to her neck as he placed kisses across her shoulders.
Minerva closed her eyes and opened them again. Was Albus actually making a move on her? She had dreamed of him taking her in his arms and kissing her passionately or climbing into bed with her after a night of dancing but this was unexpected. It was no less exciting though and she leaned her head back.
Surprised that Minerva hadn’t hexed him into the next century, Albus turned her around and stared for a moment before initiating the first kiss of many. The sounds of glasses clinking against plates and silverware falling to the floor signaled the luncheon had begun but neither wanted to move.
A moan from Minerva brought them to their senses as they labored to catch their breaths.
“Why don’t we go somewhere and relax? I find I am not hungry at all.” Suggested Albus. “You?”
“I’ve no appetite for food,” she answered after a moment. “Albus, if I had known we would leave early, I would have come to one of these functions sooner.”
Albus snapped a twig off the tree to create a portkey. “If I had known it would place you in my arms, I would have hosted one myself.”
A tug at her navel carried her off to live the first of many of her dreams.
I'm new and I hope I did this correctly. Kim
Minerva McGonagall felt the last shred of her tolerance for the woman standing before her tear and she stepped closer ready to launch into a tirade.
A gentle hand at the small of her back halted her attack and she looked behind her to find Albus.
“I am sorry to interrupt what must be a fascinating conversation but I must speak with my Deputy on school matters. Perhaps we can speak again at the luncheon?” Albus Dumbledore steered Minerva away quickly and found a quiet corner.
They were at what they hoped to be the last victory celebration hosted by the Ministry after little Harry Potter defeated Voldemort. The bashes had never seemed appropriate to Albus, as he knew Voldemort would return but he knew the wizarding world needed this time to grieve their losses and hopefully take steps to hinder another dark lord from trying to move through the ranks. His Deputy, Minerva, had not attended any of the celebrations and he had to insist she come as several high- ranking officials had expressed concern. Albus held little doubt Minerva would be accused of supporting Voldemort but the ministry had made foolish suppositions and accusations before and would do it again.
“Minerva, I know you have little patience for Madame Robertson but she is sister in law to the minister and we must try not to offend him.” Albus’ eyes twinkled as he looked down on his closest friend and employee. Her red cheeks and flashing eyes told him her anger still bubbled beneath the surface and he led her out of the doors behind them and into the gardens.
They walked for several minutes in silence before he quickly pulled her into the shadows against the building and conjured a small bench. Two trees hid them from view although it didn’t block the noise from the guests.
After taking seats Albus lifted Minerva’s hand and stroked it carefully before asking, “What has she done to rile you up so?”
Minerva stiffened and barely opened her mouth as she spoke. “The nerve of that woman. She told me that women ‘our’ age need to be more careful of the clothes we wear and implied that not only are my robes too tight and it isn’t necessary to try to emphasize my less than adequate sized breasts but I should also remove my corset as it is hardly the style any longer. I am not old. My breasts are none of her business. I will confine them in any manner I choose and I don’t need advice from her on how to stop the damage gravity places on them.”
Albus reddened unsure how to respond to her statements. Her robes weren’t too tight in his opinion and did not emphasize her breasts at all. He took a quick glance at them while she looked at the sky and decided they were just as he remembered dreaming of them and weren’t less than adequate at all. Madame Robertson was endowed enough for three women so if she were comparing Minerva would seem almost flatchested.
“I always thought corsets highly uncomfortable for women. I remember several women…” He paused and coughed before starting over. “I agree a corset does little more than pinch in a waist and ruin the digestion of women.”
Minerva shot him a glare worthy of melting glaciers. “I am not now nor have I ever worn a corset.” She stood to leave but Albus caught her elbow.
“I know more than anyone that there is no corset beneath your robes.” He stood behind her and moved his hand around her waist and pressed her back into his chest. “I have dreamed of what lies beneath your robes and trust me when I tell you, no man could possibly think you inadequate. And I for one doubt you’ve suffered any damage at all.”
His hand rose higher as though to underscore his words and he cupped her breast and squeezed lightly. “Definitely a handful,” he murmured to her neck as he placed kisses across her shoulders.
Minerva closed her eyes and opened them again. Was Albus actually making a move on her? She had dreamed of him taking her in his arms and kissing her passionately or climbing into bed with her after a night of dancing but this was unexpected. It was no less exciting though and she leaned her head back.
Surprised that Minerva hadn’t hexed him into the next century, Albus turned her around and stared for a moment before initiating the first kiss of many. The sounds of glasses clinking against plates and silverware falling to the floor signaled the luncheon had begun but neither wanted to move.
A moan from Minerva brought them to their senses as they labored to catch their breaths.
“Why don’t we go somewhere and relax? I find I am not hungry at all.” Suggested Albus. “You?”
“I’ve no appetite for food,” she answered after a moment. “Albus, if I had known we would leave early, I would have come to one of these functions sooner.”
Albus snapped a twig off the tree to create a portkey. “If I had known it would place you in my arms, I would have hosted one myself.”
A tug at her navel carried her off to live the first of many of her dreams.
I'm new and I hope I did this correctly. Kim
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