Post by ginger newts on Jun 20, 2005 13:01:40 GMT -5
Title: You Broke What? – Challenge 33 Response
Summary: Minerva breaks a mirror and Albus is convinced she’ll have seven years of bad luck. Can she convince him otherwise?
Rating: 13+
Half awake, Albus groaned and tried to roll over. Something solid pressed against his side stopped his movement and he opened one eye to look around. The events of the previous evening came flooding back to his mind as Albus looked at the woman asleep in his arms. Feeling his movement, she awoke and looked up at him with a small smile. Albus smiled warmly at her and lifted one hand to her face, brushing a strand of long dark hair behind her ear.
“Good morning,” he said.
“Morning,” she answered, snuggling further into his arms. “Do you have to be anywhere this morning?”
“Nowhere,” he assured her. “Why, did you have something special in mind?” His eyes took on a familiar twinkle.
Minerva laughed. “Not really. I was just hoping you didn’t have to rush away. It is Sunday after all, I think we’re entitled to a lazy morning.”
Albus agreed and they spent some time just lounging in the bed, exchanging soft touches and tender words of love. Eventually, and with great difficulty, Albus decided that it was time to rise for the day and go to breakfast. But first he wanted to shower.
“May I use your shower, my dear?” he asked.
“Of course, Albus. Just think of my rooms as your rooms from now on,” she told him.
He got up and crossed into the bathroom and after a few moments Minerva heard the water begin running in the shower. She got up and went to her vanity table. Picking up a small hand mirror, Minerva looked at her face closely. It seemed to her that she looked different this morning, that some of the fine lines around her eyes she had noticed earlier were gone. Smiling to herself and humming a soft tune, Minerva was about to put the mirror down and stand up when she heard a great commotion from the bathroom. There was the sound of several things being dropped and then a good deal of cursing.
She ran into the bathroom, mirror still in hand, and slipped on a puddle of water. Minerva went skidding across the floor and hit the wall, shattering the mirror against the stone. Albus heard her and called out to ask if she was alright.
“I’m fine,” she answered, rubbing her arm where it had been pinned between her body and the wall. “What was all that noise?”
“I can’t see a thing in here without my glasses,” Albus complained. The room was fairly steamy from the hot water. “I’m used to being able to find things by touch in my shower, but your’s is unfamiliar. I can’t even find the soap.”
Minerva shook her head and approached the shower. “How ever did you manage to get so much water on the floor?” she asked, pulling back the curtain a couple of inches and picking up the soap. She pressed it into his groping hand and withdrew her arm.
“Thank you,” Albus said. “I guess I must have knocked the curtain outside the shower for a minute when I was searching for things.” He began washing himself as they continued to talk. “What was all that noise when you came in? It sounded like something broke.”
“Oh, it was nothing,” Minerva said lightly. “I slipped in that water and broke a hand mirror. Speaking of which...” her voice trailed off as she ran into the bedroom to retrieve her wand. Re-entering the bathroom, she said a quick “repairo” and returned the mirror to its usual form.
“You broke a mirror?” Albus asked, his voice sounding almost panicky.
“Yes, but I’ve fixed it now. No harm done.”
“That’s what you think. Don’t you remember the old saying? If you break a mirror, it’s seven years’ bad luck,” Albus told her.
Minerva laughed, thinking for a moment he was teasing her. Then she realized he was serious. “Albus Dumbledore! You can’t honestly believe that?”
“Well, I do. You broke that mirror and now you’re going to be in trouble,” he said.
She rolled her eyes. “If you believe that, it’s your fault I broke the mirror anyway. Maybe it will be your bad luck.”
Albus dropped something else in the shower. “Don’t even joke about that, Minerva. Where do you keep the shampoo?”
She was about to show him and then had a better idea. Letting her dressing gown pool on the floor, Minerva climbed into the shower with Albus. “The shampoo appears to be on the floor,” she informed him in a sultry voice as she pressed her body against his.
Albus automatically started to reach for the shampoo bottle, but stopped when he realized he had company in the shower. Minerva’s hands traveled around his waist and up his chest and she stood on tip toe to press a kiss to the back of his shoulder.
He swallowed hard. “Minerva?”
“Just showing you that the broken mirror turned out to be your good luck,” she said, slipping around to stand in front of him. “I don’t believe in superstitions, you know.”
Any answer Albus may have made was cut off as Minerva captured his lips in a passionate kiss. By the time the couple exited the shower some time later Albus had completely forgotten about the broken mirror and bad luck was the farthest thing from his mind. Minerva, however, had not forgotten and she smiled triumphantly to herself as she followed Albus down to the Great Hall for a late breakfast.
A/N: Many thanks to Lies for giving me this plot bunny.
Summary: Minerva breaks a mirror and Albus is convinced she’ll have seven years of bad luck. Can she convince him otherwise?
Rating: 13+
Half awake, Albus groaned and tried to roll over. Something solid pressed against his side stopped his movement and he opened one eye to look around. The events of the previous evening came flooding back to his mind as Albus looked at the woman asleep in his arms. Feeling his movement, she awoke and looked up at him with a small smile. Albus smiled warmly at her and lifted one hand to her face, brushing a strand of long dark hair behind her ear.
“Good morning,” he said.
“Morning,” she answered, snuggling further into his arms. “Do you have to be anywhere this morning?”
“Nowhere,” he assured her. “Why, did you have something special in mind?” His eyes took on a familiar twinkle.
Minerva laughed. “Not really. I was just hoping you didn’t have to rush away. It is Sunday after all, I think we’re entitled to a lazy morning.”
Albus agreed and they spent some time just lounging in the bed, exchanging soft touches and tender words of love. Eventually, and with great difficulty, Albus decided that it was time to rise for the day and go to breakfast. But first he wanted to shower.
“May I use your shower, my dear?” he asked.
“Of course, Albus. Just think of my rooms as your rooms from now on,” she told him.
He got up and crossed into the bathroom and after a few moments Minerva heard the water begin running in the shower. She got up and went to her vanity table. Picking up a small hand mirror, Minerva looked at her face closely. It seemed to her that she looked different this morning, that some of the fine lines around her eyes she had noticed earlier were gone. Smiling to herself and humming a soft tune, Minerva was about to put the mirror down and stand up when she heard a great commotion from the bathroom. There was the sound of several things being dropped and then a good deal of cursing.
She ran into the bathroom, mirror still in hand, and slipped on a puddle of water. Minerva went skidding across the floor and hit the wall, shattering the mirror against the stone. Albus heard her and called out to ask if she was alright.
“I’m fine,” she answered, rubbing her arm where it had been pinned between her body and the wall. “What was all that noise?”
“I can’t see a thing in here without my glasses,” Albus complained. The room was fairly steamy from the hot water. “I’m used to being able to find things by touch in my shower, but your’s is unfamiliar. I can’t even find the soap.”
Minerva shook her head and approached the shower. “How ever did you manage to get so much water on the floor?” she asked, pulling back the curtain a couple of inches and picking up the soap. She pressed it into his groping hand and withdrew her arm.
“Thank you,” Albus said. “I guess I must have knocked the curtain outside the shower for a minute when I was searching for things.” He began washing himself as they continued to talk. “What was all that noise when you came in? It sounded like something broke.”
“Oh, it was nothing,” Minerva said lightly. “I slipped in that water and broke a hand mirror. Speaking of which...” her voice trailed off as she ran into the bedroom to retrieve her wand. Re-entering the bathroom, she said a quick “repairo” and returned the mirror to its usual form.
“You broke a mirror?” Albus asked, his voice sounding almost panicky.
“Yes, but I’ve fixed it now. No harm done.”
“That’s what you think. Don’t you remember the old saying? If you break a mirror, it’s seven years’ bad luck,” Albus told her.
Minerva laughed, thinking for a moment he was teasing her. Then she realized he was serious. “Albus Dumbledore! You can’t honestly believe that?”
“Well, I do. You broke that mirror and now you’re going to be in trouble,” he said.
She rolled her eyes. “If you believe that, it’s your fault I broke the mirror anyway. Maybe it will be your bad luck.”
Albus dropped something else in the shower. “Don’t even joke about that, Minerva. Where do you keep the shampoo?”
She was about to show him and then had a better idea. Letting her dressing gown pool on the floor, Minerva climbed into the shower with Albus. “The shampoo appears to be on the floor,” she informed him in a sultry voice as she pressed her body against his.
Albus automatically started to reach for the shampoo bottle, but stopped when he realized he had company in the shower. Minerva’s hands traveled around his waist and up his chest and she stood on tip toe to press a kiss to the back of his shoulder.
He swallowed hard. “Minerva?”
“Just showing you that the broken mirror turned out to be your good luck,” she said, slipping around to stand in front of him. “I don’t believe in superstitions, you know.”
Any answer Albus may have made was cut off as Minerva captured his lips in a passionate kiss. By the time the couple exited the shower some time later Albus had completely forgotten about the broken mirror and bad luck was the farthest thing from his mind. Minerva, however, had not forgotten and she smiled triumphantly to herself as she followed Albus down to the Great Hall for a late breakfast.
A/N: Many thanks to Lies for giving me this plot bunny.
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