Post by Sensiblyquirky on Jul 18, 2005 17:48:54 GMT -5
Title: Challenge #36, Veelas
Summary: Minerva hides her nightmare from Albus, but what happens when he forces it out of her?
Rating: 13+
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: I tried to tackle this challenge response because we need lots of fluff and good stories after this weekend!
“The Beauxbatons delegation will most likely consist of partial veelas, so we might want to keep a close eye on the male students,-”
“More than we already do?” Madame Hooch interrupted Albus Dumbledore during one of the remaining staff meetings before the start of term.
Chuckling Albus nodded in the affirmative as the rest of the staff shared downcast looks, well all except Minerva McGonagall. The Deputy Headmistress had been fairly subdued during the meeting, and at the word ‘veela’ had turned a slightly lighter shade. She hoped no one had seen.
Fifteen minutes later the meeting was adjourned, but as the staff was pouring out of Albus’ office he asked Minerva to remain behind.
“My dear you look the whiter shade of pale.”
Confused Minerva gave him a bewildered look, but then groaned. “Is that some muggle song? You’ve been doing this all week, Albus. I do not know muggle music. As to my health: I’m fine.”
“Though quieter than usual,” here Minerva threw the Headmaster a stony glare, “you seemed alright until I said the word ‘veela.’ Is there something I should know?”
“I do not know what you are talking about, Albus. Now if you will excuse me I have some paperwork that desires my attention.” Minerva made to walk for the door but Albus’ voice detained her.
“You are not excused, Minerva. I want to know how you have been sleeping.” Minerva closed her eyes, and sighed quietly. Sometimes Albus just meddled too much.
“Perfectly fine,” was the curt reply.
“Let me introduce exhibit A, the dark circles under your eyes. Exhibit B they are slightly bloodshot. Exhibit C your posture is not quite as stiff as usual. Exhibit D your left hand always taps during a meeting and today you looked as if moving it would zap you of all your energy. Exhibit E, er, well I suppose my case rest.” Albus caught himself before saying ‘you no longer have a shinning aura around you.’
Minerva dropped her gaze. “I had no idea you kept such careful watch over me, Albus. Thank you for your concern, but I insist I am fine. I shall try and retire early this evening if I look so wretched. Wouldn’t want a bad image for the Beauxbatons would we?”
Albus inclined his head, and only after the door shut behind Minerva did he let his confusion show. What did the last line have to do with anything? She just looked tired and overworked Albus mused to himself as he popped another lemon drop into his mouth.
*
Minerva sat up in bed with a jolt. It was the fourth night in a row she had had a nightmare in which a veela seduced Albus. The woman had long blond hair, and the shake of her hips as she walked seemed to draw Albus the most. Minerva shuttered as the end of the dream revisited her mind: she walked in on them and was fired. The veela not only stole the man she longed for, but took her job as well.
Reaching for her wand and a book Minerva settled down to read in an effort to remove the image from her mind.
For his part Albus was concerned over his friend’s health, and was exasperated she did not confide in him. He had narrowed it down to overworking herself or an inability to sleep, both of which were troubling. Albus kept a close watch and attempted to get her to talk many times, however she proved a most obstinate woman.
Every year the pace increases ten fold, and this year was faster than all the rest. Minerva felt as if she had blinked once, and then was out on Hogwarts’ steps awaiting the arrival of their guests. Trying her hand at optimism she rationalized this would stop her dreams, because the only veelas would be students and they were certainly no threat to a man well over one hundred years their age. She shuddered slightly at the thought.
“Minerva, are you ok?” Albus inquired having seen the shudder.
“Just a rather nasty mental image, Headmaster.”
“Yes, I had one the other day concerning,-“
“Look,” Someone pointed to the sky interrupting Albus’ speech. Minerva swallowed as Madame Maxine descended, and headed for the Headmaster. Minerva watched the greetings, and the students file past her without really seeing what was happening. Her mind kept going make to her nightmare, and before she knew it they were following the two Heads back into the castle.
Over the next several months Minerva’s nightmares decreased. Albus still badgered her, but his concern touched her deeply. The workload was catching up with her, and each night as she climbed into her bed Minerva fell fast asleep. She even looked on amused as many Hogwarts boys drooled over Beauxbatons girls, unless it caused an increase in the inability of the students to pay attention due to day dreaming.
As the Yule Ball approached, however Minerva’s agitation returned as did her nightmares but with alterations. The veela showed up, the mother of a Beauxbatons girl, and stole Albus’ heart away as he was dancing with her! The night before the dance Albus held one last staff meeting to clarify any points, and again he held Minerva behind.
“Why do you insist upon keeping this secret from me?” Albus asked quietly but coldly. Minerva felt the temperature in the room drop, and so did her eyes.
“You are busy, and I can handle my own problems.”
“I’m worried about you.”
At this Minerva lifted her gaze, and locked with Albus’. Enjoying the connection she only broke it thinking it might try and enter her mind.
“I would never do that to you, and am shocked you seem to think so. I’m not accustomed to loosing a person’s trust, especially one of my closest friends.”
The meeting ended soon after with neither party very happy with the other. Minerva slowly walked back to her own rooms, and reflected the ball would be very bad indeed. Though civil to her Albus did not engage Minerva in conversation long, and nor did he ask her to dance. As the last student left Minerva slipped out of the hall, and walked briskly back to her room before her tears could escape her eyes.
Minerva tried to close her door, but it wouldn’t budge. Still trying, it took Minerva a moment to realize Albus had materialized in front of her.
“ALBUS!” she screamed noticing his hand. Backing away Minerva demanded to know what he was about.
“I am not leaving this room,” he replied closing and locking the door, “until you tell me what is wrong with you.”
Minerva stood definitely before him, but Albus was determined. “I had hoped you would dance with me,” was all she said.
“Tell me the truth.” Albus said through clenched teeth, his hands balled into fists.
“Fine!” Minerva yelled. “I keep having nightmares about a veela seducing you! There now you know.”
Albus blinked, and then he slowly relaxed his hands and jaw. Without saying a word he reached for his wand. Minerva’s hair fell down in waves; her outer dress robes were removed.
“Did it never occur to you that the only woman I want seducing me is you,” Albus asked closing the gap between them.
“I cannot say that it did, though I like the idea,” Minerva whispered looking up into his eyes.
“You have lost sleep this entire year, and refused to tell me about a dream where a woman other than yourself seduces me?” Albus murmured almost to himself while he shook his head.
“Well I did walk in on you, and get fired if that makes it worse.”
“Infinitely. Minerva,” Albus started lifting a hand to her hair and another to her waist, “I can assure you a veela has no affect on me. I learned how to avoid their charms decades ago, but I’ve never been able to avoid yours.”
Smiling Minerva laid her head upon Albus’ shoulder, and wrapped her arms around his waist. Slowly he moved them round the room in a simple dance, and hummed some nonsense notes in Minerva’s ear. Stopping Albus leaned down and kissed Minerva gently, at first. As he increased his pressure on her lips, Minerva molded to his frame and sighed; giving Albus the perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss.
How long the kiss lasted neither knew, but when they broke apart Minerva’s voice was breathless and husky. “Our first order of the day tomorrow isn’t till noon; stay with me?”
“I was just about to suggest the idea as a way to rid you of your nightmares,” Albus grinned widely as Minerva led him to her bedroom.
“Do close the door Albus; I don’t want to hear anyone calling me by floo.”
“I assure you even with the door open your mind wouldn’t be able to process it, but if you insist.”
Closing the door Albus extinguished all lights, and charmed her fireplace: there would be no interruptions this night.
~The End.
Summary: Minerva hides her nightmare from Albus, but what happens when he forces it out of her?
Rating: 13+
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: I tried to tackle this challenge response because we need lots of fluff and good stories after this weekend!
“The Beauxbatons delegation will most likely consist of partial veelas, so we might want to keep a close eye on the male students,-”
“More than we already do?” Madame Hooch interrupted Albus Dumbledore during one of the remaining staff meetings before the start of term.
Chuckling Albus nodded in the affirmative as the rest of the staff shared downcast looks, well all except Minerva McGonagall. The Deputy Headmistress had been fairly subdued during the meeting, and at the word ‘veela’ had turned a slightly lighter shade. She hoped no one had seen.
Fifteen minutes later the meeting was adjourned, but as the staff was pouring out of Albus’ office he asked Minerva to remain behind.
“My dear you look the whiter shade of pale.”
Confused Minerva gave him a bewildered look, but then groaned. “Is that some muggle song? You’ve been doing this all week, Albus. I do not know muggle music. As to my health: I’m fine.”
“Though quieter than usual,” here Minerva threw the Headmaster a stony glare, “you seemed alright until I said the word ‘veela.’ Is there something I should know?”
“I do not know what you are talking about, Albus. Now if you will excuse me I have some paperwork that desires my attention.” Minerva made to walk for the door but Albus’ voice detained her.
“You are not excused, Minerva. I want to know how you have been sleeping.” Minerva closed her eyes, and sighed quietly. Sometimes Albus just meddled too much.
“Perfectly fine,” was the curt reply.
“Let me introduce exhibit A, the dark circles under your eyes. Exhibit B they are slightly bloodshot. Exhibit C your posture is not quite as stiff as usual. Exhibit D your left hand always taps during a meeting and today you looked as if moving it would zap you of all your energy. Exhibit E, er, well I suppose my case rest.” Albus caught himself before saying ‘you no longer have a shinning aura around you.’
Minerva dropped her gaze. “I had no idea you kept such careful watch over me, Albus. Thank you for your concern, but I insist I am fine. I shall try and retire early this evening if I look so wretched. Wouldn’t want a bad image for the Beauxbatons would we?”
Albus inclined his head, and only after the door shut behind Minerva did he let his confusion show. What did the last line have to do with anything? She just looked tired and overworked Albus mused to himself as he popped another lemon drop into his mouth.
*
Minerva sat up in bed with a jolt. It was the fourth night in a row she had had a nightmare in which a veela seduced Albus. The woman had long blond hair, and the shake of her hips as she walked seemed to draw Albus the most. Minerva shuttered as the end of the dream revisited her mind: she walked in on them and was fired. The veela not only stole the man she longed for, but took her job as well.
Reaching for her wand and a book Minerva settled down to read in an effort to remove the image from her mind.
For his part Albus was concerned over his friend’s health, and was exasperated she did not confide in him. He had narrowed it down to overworking herself or an inability to sleep, both of which were troubling. Albus kept a close watch and attempted to get her to talk many times, however she proved a most obstinate woman.
Every year the pace increases ten fold, and this year was faster than all the rest. Minerva felt as if she had blinked once, and then was out on Hogwarts’ steps awaiting the arrival of their guests. Trying her hand at optimism she rationalized this would stop her dreams, because the only veelas would be students and they were certainly no threat to a man well over one hundred years their age. She shuddered slightly at the thought.
“Minerva, are you ok?” Albus inquired having seen the shudder.
“Just a rather nasty mental image, Headmaster.”
“Yes, I had one the other day concerning,-“
“Look,” Someone pointed to the sky interrupting Albus’ speech. Minerva swallowed as Madame Maxine descended, and headed for the Headmaster. Minerva watched the greetings, and the students file past her without really seeing what was happening. Her mind kept going make to her nightmare, and before she knew it they were following the two Heads back into the castle.
Over the next several months Minerva’s nightmares decreased. Albus still badgered her, but his concern touched her deeply. The workload was catching up with her, and each night as she climbed into her bed Minerva fell fast asleep. She even looked on amused as many Hogwarts boys drooled over Beauxbatons girls, unless it caused an increase in the inability of the students to pay attention due to day dreaming.
As the Yule Ball approached, however Minerva’s agitation returned as did her nightmares but with alterations. The veela showed up, the mother of a Beauxbatons girl, and stole Albus’ heart away as he was dancing with her! The night before the dance Albus held one last staff meeting to clarify any points, and again he held Minerva behind.
“Why do you insist upon keeping this secret from me?” Albus asked quietly but coldly. Minerva felt the temperature in the room drop, and so did her eyes.
“You are busy, and I can handle my own problems.”
“I’m worried about you.”
At this Minerva lifted her gaze, and locked with Albus’. Enjoying the connection she only broke it thinking it might try and enter her mind.
“I would never do that to you, and am shocked you seem to think so. I’m not accustomed to loosing a person’s trust, especially one of my closest friends.”
The meeting ended soon after with neither party very happy with the other. Minerva slowly walked back to her own rooms, and reflected the ball would be very bad indeed. Though civil to her Albus did not engage Minerva in conversation long, and nor did he ask her to dance. As the last student left Minerva slipped out of the hall, and walked briskly back to her room before her tears could escape her eyes.
Minerva tried to close her door, but it wouldn’t budge. Still trying, it took Minerva a moment to realize Albus had materialized in front of her.
“ALBUS!” she screamed noticing his hand. Backing away Minerva demanded to know what he was about.
“I am not leaving this room,” he replied closing and locking the door, “until you tell me what is wrong with you.”
Minerva stood definitely before him, but Albus was determined. “I had hoped you would dance with me,” was all she said.
“Tell me the truth.” Albus said through clenched teeth, his hands balled into fists.
“Fine!” Minerva yelled. “I keep having nightmares about a veela seducing you! There now you know.”
Albus blinked, and then he slowly relaxed his hands and jaw. Without saying a word he reached for his wand. Minerva’s hair fell down in waves; her outer dress robes were removed.
“Did it never occur to you that the only woman I want seducing me is you,” Albus asked closing the gap between them.
“I cannot say that it did, though I like the idea,” Minerva whispered looking up into his eyes.
“You have lost sleep this entire year, and refused to tell me about a dream where a woman other than yourself seduces me?” Albus murmured almost to himself while he shook his head.
“Well I did walk in on you, and get fired if that makes it worse.”
“Infinitely. Minerva,” Albus started lifting a hand to her hair and another to her waist, “I can assure you a veela has no affect on me. I learned how to avoid their charms decades ago, but I’ve never been able to avoid yours.”
Smiling Minerva laid her head upon Albus’ shoulder, and wrapped her arms around his waist. Slowly he moved them round the room in a simple dance, and hummed some nonsense notes in Minerva’s ear. Stopping Albus leaned down and kissed Minerva gently, at first. As he increased his pressure on her lips, Minerva molded to his frame and sighed; giving Albus the perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss.
How long the kiss lasted neither knew, but when they broke apart Minerva’s voice was breathless and husky. “Our first order of the day tomorrow isn’t till noon; stay with me?”
“I was just about to suggest the idea as a way to rid you of your nightmares,” Albus grinned widely as Minerva led him to her bedroom.
“Do close the door Albus; I don’t want to hear anyone calling me by floo.”
“I assure you even with the door open your mind wouldn’t be able to process it, but if you insist.”
Closing the door Albus extinguished all lights, and charmed her fireplace: there would be no interruptions this night.
~The End.
It makes me smile! Great job!
