Post by Sensiblyquirky on Apr 26, 2006 19:40:45 GMT -5
Title: In the Bath
Disclaimer: I own little, least of all HP.
Summary: Those summer days…how do Minerva and Albus keep busy?
A/N: I could list gosh knows how many other things I should be doing, but this wouldn’t leave me alone!
She crept along the alleyway searching for the man that had eluded her, her nose crinkled at the filth and grime that covered the street and poisoned the air. Gripping her wand between slender fingers belying strength she stopped at a doorway. Cautiously she peered around the corner, but a noise from above distracted her. Quickly she moved to escape the spell’s path, looking for a way to destroy the advantage her opponent had. Transforming into her alternate self, a tabby cat with piercing green eyes, she ascended a neighboring fire escape before bounding onto the one that held her prey. Back in human form her surprise was furious, her attack fierce. The man had not stood a chance.
Back at headquarters she levitated his prone body in for all to see, daring the men to question her loyalty or ability again. “Veritaserum” she ordered, and they obeyed.
Her questions were clear, a glimpse at the mind that worked beneath jet black hair tied tightly to avoid disturbing her. When all information was extracted she left the prisoner in the men’s hands, and left them.
She knew one man’s eyes would follow her until her figure was no longer visible, and she waited for him to follow. Walking back to her flat in a nearby neighborhood she knew the man was behind her, but she never stopped. Entering her home she left the door unlocked.
Several moments later she heard the latch, the deadbolt, and footsteps. Silently she put a tea kettle on the stove and ate a day old biscuit left lying on her table. The man entered outwardly calm, though his eyes were blazing.
“He was not your target.”
“I was tired of the snide remarks, not only can I do my work but theirs as well.”
“And if it gets you killed?”
“What, my pride? No more likely than yours would get you killed. I did my research; I picked someone I knew I could handle. I’ve been watching two others as well, I chose carefully.”
The man declined the fresh biscuit she offered him after finding a new tin in her cupboards.
“You are a bloody stubborn woman.”
“You are a bloody stubborn man, stay the night?”
“If I say no?”
“It won’t be offered again. It’s time we made a decision.”
“If I say yes?”
“I’ll be upstairs in the bath.”
She left him sitting in her kitchen, tea deserted for the evening, not sure whether he would follow or not. It had been days since their last encounter, a few heated kisses to equal a stolen moment. He kept her at arm’s length, terrified, but she refused to be kept out long.
The water quickly steamed the room but she saw him enter and disrobe.
“Albus why is writing a novel so hard,” Minerva McGonagall asked discarding her quill.
“I don’t know why you feel you need to write a novel, have you come up with characters or a plot?”
“I wrote about the first night you stayed.”
“So no you haven’t, listen Minerva forget that project. Your sister was challenging you because she enjoys seeing you get worked up. It is summer, and we have a perfectly good vacation home in Morocco. We’ve always had fond memories there,” Albus tried to persuade his wife while letting his hands run over her knotted muscles.
Minerva smiled knowingly, reflecting on the secrets only she and her beloved knew. “I’ll just tell Anne I decided to write a historical work tracing the lineage of the McGonagall clan. She would never want to read that, she isn’t even aware that it’s been done before. I could pass it off as my own to her.”
“Morocco?”
Minerva nodded, “but later I’ll be upstairs in the bath.”
Albus never failed to follow when she spoke those words.
Disclaimer: I own little, least of all HP.
Summary: Those summer days…how do Minerva and Albus keep busy?
A/N: I could list gosh knows how many other things I should be doing, but this wouldn’t leave me alone!
She crept along the alleyway searching for the man that had eluded her, her nose crinkled at the filth and grime that covered the street and poisoned the air. Gripping her wand between slender fingers belying strength she stopped at a doorway. Cautiously she peered around the corner, but a noise from above distracted her. Quickly she moved to escape the spell’s path, looking for a way to destroy the advantage her opponent had. Transforming into her alternate self, a tabby cat with piercing green eyes, she ascended a neighboring fire escape before bounding onto the one that held her prey. Back in human form her surprise was furious, her attack fierce. The man had not stood a chance.
Back at headquarters she levitated his prone body in for all to see, daring the men to question her loyalty or ability again. “Veritaserum” she ordered, and they obeyed.
Her questions were clear, a glimpse at the mind that worked beneath jet black hair tied tightly to avoid disturbing her. When all information was extracted she left the prisoner in the men’s hands, and left them.
She knew one man’s eyes would follow her until her figure was no longer visible, and she waited for him to follow. Walking back to her flat in a nearby neighborhood she knew the man was behind her, but she never stopped. Entering her home she left the door unlocked.
Several moments later she heard the latch, the deadbolt, and footsteps. Silently she put a tea kettle on the stove and ate a day old biscuit left lying on her table. The man entered outwardly calm, though his eyes were blazing.
“He was not your target.”
“I was tired of the snide remarks, not only can I do my work but theirs as well.”
“And if it gets you killed?”
“What, my pride? No more likely than yours would get you killed. I did my research; I picked someone I knew I could handle. I’ve been watching two others as well, I chose carefully.”
The man declined the fresh biscuit she offered him after finding a new tin in her cupboards.
“You are a bloody stubborn woman.”
“You are a bloody stubborn man, stay the night?”
“If I say no?”
“It won’t be offered again. It’s time we made a decision.”
“If I say yes?”
“I’ll be upstairs in the bath.”
She left him sitting in her kitchen, tea deserted for the evening, not sure whether he would follow or not. It had been days since their last encounter, a few heated kisses to equal a stolen moment. He kept her at arm’s length, terrified, but she refused to be kept out long.
The water quickly steamed the room but she saw him enter and disrobe.
“Albus why is writing a novel so hard,” Minerva McGonagall asked discarding her quill.
“I don’t know why you feel you need to write a novel, have you come up with characters or a plot?”
“I wrote about the first night you stayed.”
“So no you haven’t, listen Minerva forget that project. Your sister was challenging you because she enjoys seeing you get worked up. It is summer, and we have a perfectly good vacation home in Morocco. We’ve always had fond memories there,” Albus tried to persuade his wife while letting his hands run over her knotted muscles.
Minerva smiled knowingly, reflecting on the secrets only she and her beloved knew. “I’ll just tell Anne I decided to write a historical work tracing the lineage of the McGonagall clan. She would never want to read that, she isn’t even aware that it’s been done before. I could pass it off as my own to her.”
“Morocco?”
Minerva nodded, “but later I’ll be upstairs in the bath.”
Albus never failed to follow when she spoke those words.
Excellent response bravo. 
