Post by furandfeathers on Aug 29, 2006 20:04:11 GMT -5
Hmmm okay. This is not the best thing I've ever written, but I started scribbling earlier and the whole darn thing poured out. So I figured I'd post anyway.
Title: Something Scandalous
Rating: very tame, considering where it could have gone..uhm..i'll say T to be very safe though.
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing! And make absolutely no money on anything!
Please review! (even if it's only to tell me to retire my pen)
Minerva McGonagall stood in the hall before the gargoyle that guarded the Headmaster’s office. That particular office belonged to her boyfriend of six months, Albus Dumbledore. She knew he wasn’t in there, but she gave the password anyway.
“Marzipan.”
Albus was at a ministry meeting, and had told her he would visit her that night after he’d returned and taken a little time to clean up his office. Minerva was free for the rest of the afternoon and decided that she would clean his office so they would have more time together that evening. Upon entering the office, Minerva knew why Albus had wanted to clean up. His office was a disaster!
“Hello, Minerva dear.” Armando Dippet called from his portrait when she stepped in the door.
“Good afternoon, Armando,” she replied.
“Albus isn’t here, I’m afraid.” He told her.
“Oh, I know. I’m going to surprise him with a clean office. Maybe you could helo me put things where they belong?”
“I’ll do my best, dear.” The former headmaster said from his frame.
Minerva began at his desk and steadily worked her way around the room, occasionally asking Armando and the other portraits where things belonged.
It was in the last stack of papers, on the very bottom shelf, of the bookcase in the corner of the room that she found it. A single copy of Playwitch Magazine. Even more shocking than the magazine itself, was the picture waving at her from the cover. Albus Dumbledore himself, though he was fully clothed, was on the cover of Playwitch Magazine! Glancing at the date, she noticed the issue was from the month they began dating. Quickly finishing up, Minerva took the magazine and hurried back to her chambers, leaving a confused Dippet in her wake.
Locking the door behind her, Minerva sat down on the sofa and opened the magazine on her knees. Ignoring the other scantily clad men she rifled through looking for Albus. Her eyes were wide as saucers when she found him.
Albus Dumbledore, hero of the modern wizarding world, and her boyfriend, was also the centerfold of the September issue of Playwitch. He say, presumable naked, in a bathtub, covered only with some strategically placed bubbles.
Minerva has no idea how long she sat staring at his picture. They had not, as yet, taken their relationship to the next level and she’d never really thought he’d be so muscular. Thin, yes, she knew he was that, but his toned body surprised her.
The next thing she knew, there was a knock at the door. Quickly stashing the magazine under the sofa cushion, she got up to answer the door, only to come face to face with Albus.
“Hello, darling. Armando informed me it was you I’m to thank for my spotless office.” He said, leaning forward to kiss her quickly.
“Yes, well…” Minerva cleared her throat, trying to push the image of him in the tub out of her head. “I wanted to be able to spend more time with you tonight.”
“It was very sweet of you. How about I take you to dinner as a thank you.” He said.
“That would be lovely.”
An hour later, the couple was seated in a cozy corner of The Three Broomsticks, enjoying a wonderful meal. They had made a game of making up stories about the people that were in the restaurant with them while they were waiting for their food, but now they were tiring of it. Minerva came up with the solution.
“Tell me a secret.” She said.
“A secret? Darling, I tell you everything, I don’t think I can come up with something you don’t know.” He replied.
“There must be something. Some deep dark secret. Something maybe you’ve never even admitted to yourself? Something scandalous.” She said, her eyes gleaming.
He laughed. “I’m afraid not, love. I’m just me. Defeater of Grindlewald, and everyone and their mother knows everything about me.” It was Minerva’s turn to laugh. “Why the sudden interest in secrets?” he asked.
“No real reason. Just bored with made up scandal I guess.” She lied quickly.
Just then the waiter came by with the bill. Albus paid it, then reached for Minerva’s hand across the table. “If you’ll come with me, I believe we can remedy that boredom.”
She smiled, and allowed him to lead her out of the restaurant and back towards the castle.
Somehow they made it to her chambers without being seen by anyone but the paintings, and were soon snogging each other senseless on her sofa. That is, until Minerva lost her balance and tumbled to the floor, taking a cushion with her. After making sure that she was all right, Albus’ attention was caught by the magazine that was now uncovered.
“Min?” he asked tentatively. “Where did you get this.”
Her face turned crimson at having been caught. “Your office.” She mumbled, “When I was cleaning.”
Understanding dawned on him. “You were trying to ask about this at dinner.”
She nodded sheepishly.
“Why didn’t you just ask me about it?” Albus asked, curious as to her reaction. Was she embarrassed of him?
“I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know why you agreed to do that the month we started dating. I was…insecure that I wasn’t good enough for you.” She finished quietly.
“Oh, Minerva, that’s entirely not true. You’re perfect for me.” He told her, pulling her off the floor to sit next to him on the sofa again. “And…” it was his turn to flush. “I didn’t exactly agree to this.”
“You didn’t?” she asked, surprised.
“I…uhm…lost a bet to Aberforth, and he got to do whatever he wanted with one photograph of his choosing. He said he was going to make it a bathtub advertisement. Then I got this in the mail a few weeks later.”
Minerva’s shocked expression dissolved into laughter. It was only a moment before Albus joined her. She fell against him, and he held her to his chest, loving the sound of her uncontrollable giggles.
At length, they settled their laughter and Minerva had one final question.
“Albus?”
“Yes, darling?”
“What was the bet?”
He cleared his throat, a trifle nervous. “That we would admit our feelings for each other before Christmas. I said no, but he was betting on Halloween. Turns out it was earlier than he expected. But I don’t regret it for one minute if it means I get to have you.”
Minerva kissed him gently, then snuggled into his chest, feeling perfectly secure wrapped in his arms.
“So…” he murmured after a few moments of silence. “Did you like what you saw?”
Minerva smiled. “As a matter of fact, I did.” She purred, grabbing his hand and tugging her in the direction of her bedroom.
Title: Something Scandalous
Rating: very tame, considering where it could have gone..uhm..i'll say T to be very safe though.
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing! And make absolutely no money on anything!
Please review! (even if it's only to tell me to retire my pen)
Something Scandalous
Minerva McGonagall stood in the hall before the gargoyle that guarded the Headmaster’s office. That particular office belonged to her boyfriend of six months, Albus Dumbledore. She knew he wasn’t in there, but she gave the password anyway.
“Marzipan.”
Albus was at a ministry meeting, and had told her he would visit her that night after he’d returned and taken a little time to clean up his office. Minerva was free for the rest of the afternoon and decided that she would clean his office so they would have more time together that evening. Upon entering the office, Minerva knew why Albus had wanted to clean up. His office was a disaster!
“Hello, Minerva dear.” Armando Dippet called from his portrait when she stepped in the door.
“Good afternoon, Armando,” she replied.
“Albus isn’t here, I’m afraid.” He told her.
“Oh, I know. I’m going to surprise him with a clean office. Maybe you could helo me put things where they belong?”
“I’ll do my best, dear.” The former headmaster said from his frame.
Minerva began at his desk and steadily worked her way around the room, occasionally asking Armando and the other portraits where things belonged.
It was in the last stack of papers, on the very bottom shelf, of the bookcase in the corner of the room that she found it. A single copy of Playwitch Magazine. Even more shocking than the magazine itself, was the picture waving at her from the cover. Albus Dumbledore himself, though he was fully clothed, was on the cover of Playwitch Magazine! Glancing at the date, she noticed the issue was from the month they began dating. Quickly finishing up, Minerva took the magazine and hurried back to her chambers, leaving a confused Dippet in her wake.
Locking the door behind her, Minerva sat down on the sofa and opened the magazine on her knees. Ignoring the other scantily clad men she rifled through looking for Albus. Her eyes were wide as saucers when she found him.
Albus Dumbledore, hero of the modern wizarding world, and her boyfriend, was also the centerfold of the September issue of Playwitch. He say, presumable naked, in a bathtub, covered only with some strategically placed bubbles.
Minerva has no idea how long she sat staring at his picture. They had not, as yet, taken their relationship to the next level and she’d never really thought he’d be so muscular. Thin, yes, she knew he was that, but his toned body surprised her.
The next thing she knew, there was a knock at the door. Quickly stashing the magazine under the sofa cushion, she got up to answer the door, only to come face to face with Albus.
“Hello, darling. Armando informed me it was you I’m to thank for my spotless office.” He said, leaning forward to kiss her quickly.
“Yes, well…” Minerva cleared her throat, trying to push the image of him in the tub out of her head. “I wanted to be able to spend more time with you tonight.”
“It was very sweet of you. How about I take you to dinner as a thank you.” He said.
“That would be lovely.”
An hour later, the couple was seated in a cozy corner of The Three Broomsticks, enjoying a wonderful meal. They had made a game of making up stories about the people that were in the restaurant with them while they were waiting for their food, but now they were tiring of it. Minerva came up with the solution.
“Tell me a secret.” She said.
“A secret? Darling, I tell you everything, I don’t think I can come up with something you don’t know.” He replied.
“There must be something. Some deep dark secret. Something maybe you’ve never even admitted to yourself? Something scandalous.” She said, her eyes gleaming.
He laughed. “I’m afraid not, love. I’m just me. Defeater of Grindlewald, and everyone and their mother knows everything about me.” It was Minerva’s turn to laugh. “Why the sudden interest in secrets?” he asked.
“No real reason. Just bored with made up scandal I guess.” She lied quickly.
Just then the waiter came by with the bill. Albus paid it, then reached for Minerva’s hand across the table. “If you’ll come with me, I believe we can remedy that boredom.”
She smiled, and allowed him to lead her out of the restaurant and back towards the castle.
Somehow they made it to her chambers without being seen by anyone but the paintings, and were soon snogging each other senseless on her sofa. That is, until Minerva lost her balance and tumbled to the floor, taking a cushion with her. After making sure that she was all right, Albus’ attention was caught by the magazine that was now uncovered.
“Min?” he asked tentatively. “Where did you get this.”
Her face turned crimson at having been caught. “Your office.” She mumbled, “When I was cleaning.”
Understanding dawned on him. “You were trying to ask about this at dinner.”
She nodded sheepishly.
“Why didn’t you just ask me about it?” Albus asked, curious as to her reaction. Was she embarrassed of him?
“I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know why you agreed to do that the month we started dating. I was…insecure that I wasn’t good enough for you.” She finished quietly.
“Oh, Minerva, that’s entirely not true. You’re perfect for me.” He told her, pulling her off the floor to sit next to him on the sofa again. “And…” it was his turn to flush. “I didn’t exactly agree to this.”
“You didn’t?” she asked, surprised.
“I…uhm…lost a bet to Aberforth, and he got to do whatever he wanted with one photograph of his choosing. He said he was going to make it a bathtub advertisement. Then I got this in the mail a few weeks later.”
Minerva’s shocked expression dissolved into laughter. It was only a moment before Albus joined her. She fell against him, and he held her to his chest, loving the sound of her uncontrollable giggles.
At length, they settled their laughter and Minerva had one final question.
“Albus?”
“Yes, darling?”
“What was the bet?”
He cleared his throat, a trifle nervous. “That we would admit our feelings for each other before Christmas. I said no, but he was betting on Halloween. Turns out it was earlier than he expected. But I don’t regret it for one minute if it means I get to have you.”
Minerva kissed him gently, then snuggled into his chest, feeling perfectly secure wrapped in his arms.
“So…” he murmured after a few moments of silence. “Did you like what you saw?”
Minerva smiled. “As a matter of fact, I did.” She purred, grabbing his hand and tugging her in the direction of her bedroom.
. I also thought the idea of a bet was a good one. Nice responce.
