Post by Catwoman99 on Sept 3, 2006 10:39:32 GMT -5
Well, I haven't written anything in a long time it seems, so I'm not sure how good this is going to be. I just couldn't resist this challenge though. As for the title, I'm not sure it fits, but it was all I could think of. :-) Enjoy.
- April :-)
Title: Curiosity Killed the Cat
Summary: Response to Challenge 66. Minerva finds a copy of Playwitch in Albus' office, with him gracing the cover.
Rating: I'll say 15+
Minerva McGonagall stared at the complete and utter mess that was the Headmaster’s office. There were books lying about in piles, papers spread all over his desk in disarray, and probably nearly a hundred candy wrappers on the floor. She shook her head as she took in her surroundings.
Albus had only been in and out of his office a few times in the last week, not stopping long enough to clean up after himself and with the house elves on a vacation, it wouldn’t get done unless she took matters into her own hands. Sure, she could use her wand and be done in half the time, but she had an overwhelming urge to touch his possessions, since she couldn’t touch the owner. He was too busy helping to put the Ministry back together.
Albus and Minerva had officially begun dating soon after the fall of Voldemort. Albus had always been afraid that Voldemort would have used her against him, so he kept his desires in check until that threat was no longer there. The last few weeks had been wonderful. Minerva thought of their dinner dates and smiled. She hadn’t been this happy in a long time. Hermione told her just the other day that she was twitterpated – whatever that means.
Minerva decided to start with his desk. She bent down and gathered up all the wrappers, arranged all the papers and filed them in his drawers, and she cleaned up several ink spills. When she was satisfied with her work, she moved on to the rest of the office. After about an hour, she was finished all except for his bookcase. It was as if a small tornado had gone through. As she picked up a pile of old magazines off the sofa, she lost her footing and landed hard on her backside. The magazines she had been holding were now all over the floor and her. With an irritated sigh, she began to pick them up, her eyes skimming over the titles – Transfiguration Today, Chamber Music Quarterly, Wizard Weekly, Playwitch, Bowling – she stopped immediately and went back one magazine. Why on earth would he have a copy of Playwitch? Then she studied the man on the cover. He was lying on a leather chaise with his arms behind his head and his long legs outstretched. He had auburn hair and a short beard. No! It can’t be! But sure enough in large font at the bottom of the cover were the words, “Albus Dumbledore – We’ve got him like you’ve never seen him before!” She looked at the date on the magazine – July 1955. How is it that I’ve never seen this before?
All thoughts of cleaning were now gone as she lifted herself onto the sofa and with some nervousness opened the magazine. Trying to ignore the number of phallic symbols on the first page, she read the table of contents and began turning pages. There he was on page 34 with no shirt on and holding Fawkes. His eyes still twinkled as he winked at her. Minerva skimmed over the interview. They asked about his defeat of Grindelwald, Hogwarts, his hobbies, and of course, his love life. The text didn’t so much interest her as the photographs. There was one of Albus in his swimming trunks out by a lake, the sun glistening off his chest. Another one had him in bed with only part of a sheet covering his male anatomy. He was eating strawberries and cream. The younger Albus waved at her as he happily chewed a juicy strawberry.
The centerfold picture made her pulse beat faster and the color rise in her cheeks. The full body shot had Albus dressed in nothing but a laurel wreath and a strategically place fig leaf. A rather large fig leaf, Minerva thought with a smirk. The surroundings were made to look Roman, complete with a feast fit for the gods and several large statues. The man in the picture blew her a kiss and she watched in anticipation as he turned around, affording her a clear view of his backside. Oh my. After several minutes of feeling like a voyeur, she turned the page and read Albus’ profile.
Name: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Birthday: April 1844
Height: 6’1”
Occupation: Professor of Transfiguration at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Hobbies: Ten-pin bowling, listening to chamber music, playing chess, and knitting.
Favorite Food: Sherbet Lemons
Cat or Dog: Cat, especially tabbies
Blonde, Brunette, or Redhead: I’ve always had an eye for brunettes.
What is your ideal woman? : Intelligent, loyal, and forthright. I like a woman who is not afraid to speak her mind. She has to have a good sense of humor to put up with me, of course. I don’t want a demure woman that always attends to my every need; I want an equal in every way.
What is your ultimate sexual fantasy? : This is rather embarrassing, but ever since I was a lad I’ve always fantasized about being seduced by a librarian. They always seem so prim and proper, hair usually up in a bun, glasses, etc. They were always telling me to be quiet. In the dreams of my youth, they would take their hair down, rip their glasses off, and have their way with me in the library.
Minerva couldn’t help but chuckle. By habit she reached behind her head to make sure her bun was still in place and suddenly had an idea. Albus and her had yet to consummate their fledgling relationship, so what better way to introduce sex into the equation than to give Albus his ultimate fantasy. With a cunning smile on her face, she tucked the magazine into her robes and finished arranging his bookshelf. Glancing at the clock, she realized that she had only half an hour before Albus was due back, so with new excitement she went to get ready.
Five minutes past midnight, there came a knock at Minerva’s door. She opened it and Albus greeted her with a soft kiss. “Is it too late, my dear?” he asked.
“Not at all, I was waiting for you. Actually, if you’re not too tired, I’d like to take a walk,” Minerva said, sweetly.
Albus smiled widely and his beautiful eyes gleamed. “I would love to take a midnight stroll with you.” He offered her his arm and soon they were walking happily through the darkened corridors of Hogwarts. Albus told her about his day and what still had yet to be accomplished. “I saw that you cleaned my office. You didn’t have to, you know, but I thank you.”
“How did you know it was me?”
He laughed softly. “The house elves are all gone and you’re the only one with access to my office. Besides I could smell your perfume in the air.”
“Well, you’re welcome, Albus.” Minerva spotted the library doors just up ahead. “Albus, do you mind if we go to the library for a moment? There’s a book I want to look at.”
“No, not at all,” he replied.
Once inside, Minerva cast a discreet locking and silencing charm while Albus wasn’t looking. If he noticed anything, he didn’t let on. Minerva pretended to be looking over some of the transfiguration texts on the shelves. She felt Albus move in behind her and put his arms around her waist.
“What book are you looking for?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Minerva grinned saucily, but he couldn’t see it of course. “I don’t remember the exact title, but I’ll know it when I see it. Maybe it’s on the bottom shelf.” She bent over to look, her backside pressing quite firmly into his groin area – just like she wanted. A small groan escaped from him. Minerva stood up and turned around to face him. Even in the dimly lit library, she could see the heat and desire in his eyes. “It seems the book isn’t here after all. Oh, well,” she said, twirling her fingers in his long beard.
“Minerva, I think you’re hiding something. You’ve got that look in your eyes,” Albus said, a little unnerved.
“Who me?” she said, coyly. “What look do I have?” She started playing with the front of his robes.
“The same look that a cat gets just before it pounces.”
She arched an eyebrow and put her arms around his neck, kissing him lovingly. “Mmmm, I missed you today.”
“I missed you too.” Albus kissed her softly on the neck.
“Though, for a little while, I did have a suitable replacement.”
His head snapped up in shock. “Replacement!?”
Minerva nodded and pulled out the magazine from her robes. “Funny, he looked just like you.”
Albus turned bright red when he saw what she was holding. “Where did you get that?”
“It was in a stack of old magazines that I dropped on the floor. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t resist taking a look. Curiosity killed the cat and all.”
He started to stammer. “I can explain. I was young and still reeling from my defeat of Grindelwald. Armando said that if I went through with it he would donate a large sum of money to charity. I didn’t-”
Minerva silenced him with her finger. She thought he was rather cute when he was embarrassed. “You don’t have to explain your actions, Albus, I just never expected you to do something like that. I must say I thoroughly enjoyed your pictures.”
The color of Albus’ face slowly returned to normal. “You did? Well, as long as you’re not mad. Now, why are we in the library? I know you’re not really looking for a book.”
Minerva opened the magazine. “Nothing gets past you. Do you remember what you said in your profile? It caught my attention. ‘- ever since I was a lad I’ve always fantasized about being seduced by a librarian.’ I like this part. ‘-they would take their hair down, rip their glasses off, and have their way with me in the library.’ My, my, Albus!” Minerva moved closer, forcing him to move backwards until he was stuck between the table and her. “I’m not a librarian,” she said as she reached up and pulled several pins out of her bun, “but I can pretend.” She shook her head and her hair fell down around her shoulders and face.
Albus swallowed hard. “Minerva, you don’t have to do this.”
She forced a stern expression on her face. “Shhh! You need to be quiet! You’re in a library, young man, and one more word out of you just might land you in detention!” Minerva removed her glasses, put the magazine down, and covered his lips with hers, kissing him with all the love and passion that had been building over the years. Her hands worked their way into his hair and she moaned when Albus’ hand squeezed her bottom. As her glasses dropped to the floor with a tink, a muffled, “Yes, ma’am,” came from a very happy Albus Dumbledore.
Hoped you liked it. Kudos to whoever knows where "twitterpated" is from. The profile thing I got from Playboy magazine. There's always a profile for the centerfold. :-)
- April :-)
Title: Curiosity Killed the Cat
Summary: Response to Challenge 66. Minerva finds a copy of Playwitch in Albus' office, with him gracing the cover.
Rating: I'll say 15+
Minerva McGonagall stared at the complete and utter mess that was the Headmaster’s office. There were books lying about in piles, papers spread all over his desk in disarray, and probably nearly a hundred candy wrappers on the floor. She shook her head as she took in her surroundings.
Albus had only been in and out of his office a few times in the last week, not stopping long enough to clean up after himself and with the house elves on a vacation, it wouldn’t get done unless she took matters into her own hands. Sure, she could use her wand and be done in half the time, but she had an overwhelming urge to touch his possessions, since she couldn’t touch the owner. He was too busy helping to put the Ministry back together.
Albus and Minerva had officially begun dating soon after the fall of Voldemort. Albus had always been afraid that Voldemort would have used her against him, so he kept his desires in check until that threat was no longer there. The last few weeks had been wonderful. Minerva thought of their dinner dates and smiled. She hadn’t been this happy in a long time. Hermione told her just the other day that she was twitterpated – whatever that means.
Minerva decided to start with his desk. She bent down and gathered up all the wrappers, arranged all the papers and filed them in his drawers, and she cleaned up several ink spills. When she was satisfied with her work, she moved on to the rest of the office. After about an hour, she was finished all except for his bookcase. It was as if a small tornado had gone through. As she picked up a pile of old magazines off the sofa, she lost her footing and landed hard on her backside. The magazines she had been holding were now all over the floor and her. With an irritated sigh, she began to pick them up, her eyes skimming over the titles – Transfiguration Today, Chamber Music Quarterly, Wizard Weekly, Playwitch, Bowling – she stopped immediately and went back one magazine. Why on earth would he have a copy of Playwitch? Then she studied the man on the cover. He was lying on a leather chaise with his arms behind his head and his long legs outstretched. He had auburn hair and a short beard. No! It can’t be! But sure enough in large font at the bottom of the cover were the words, “Albus Dumbledore – We’ve got him like you’ve never seen him before!” She looked at the date on the magazine – July 1955. How is it that I’ve never seen this before?
All thoughts of cleaning were now gone as she lifted herself onto the sofa and with some nervousness opened the magazine. Trying to ignore the number of phallic symbols on the first page, she read the table of contents and began turning pages. There he was on page 34 with no shirt on and holding Fawkes. His eyes still twinkled as he winked at her. Minerva skimmed over the interview. They asked about his defeat of Grindelwald, Hogwarts, his hobbies, and of course, his love life. The text didn’t so much interest her as the photographs. There was one of Albus in his swimming trunks out by a lake, the sun glistening off his chest. Another one had him in bed with only part of a sheet covering his male anatomy. He was eating strawberries and cream. The younger Albus waved at her as he happily chewed a juicy strawberry.
The centerfold picture made her pulse beat faster and the color rise in her cheeks. The full body shot had Albus dressed in nothing but a laurel wreath and a strategically place fig leaf. A rather large fig leaf, Minerva thought with a smirk. The surroundings were made to look Roman, complete with a feast fit for the gods and several large statues. The man in the picture blew her a kiss and she watched in anticipation as he turned around, affording her a clear view of his backside. Oh my. After several minutes of feeling like a voyeur, she turned the page and read Albus’ profile.
Name: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Birthday: April 1844
Height: 6’1”
Occupation: Professor of Transfiguration at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Hobbies: Ten-pin bowling, listening to chamber music, playing chess, and knitting.
Favorite Food: Sherbet Lemons
Cat or Dog: Cat, especially tabbies
Blonde, Brunette, or Redhead: I’ve always had an eye for brunettes.
What is your ideal woman? : Intelligent, loyal, and forthright. I like a woman who is not afraid to speak her mind. She has to have a good sense of humor to put up with me, of course. I don’t want a demure woman that always attends to my every need; I want an equal in every way.
What is your ultimate sexual fantasy? : This is rather embarrassing, but ever since I was a lad I’ve always fantasized about being seduced by a librarian. They always seem so prim and proper, hair usually up in a bun, glasses, etc. They were always telling me to be quiet. In the dreams of my youth, they would take their hair down, rip their glasses off, and have their way with me in the library.
Minerva couldn’t help but chuckle. By habit she reached behind her head to make sure her bun was still in place and suddenly had an idea. Albus and her had yet to consummate their fledgling relationship, so what better way to introduce sex into the equation than to give Albus his ultimate fantasy. With a cunning smile on her face, she tucked the magazine into her robes and finished arranging his bookshelf. Glancing at the clock, she realized that she had only half an hour before Albus was due back, so with new excitement she went to get ready.
Five minutes past midnight, there came a knock at Minerva’s door. She opened it and Albus greeted her with a soft kiss. “Is it too late, my dear?” he asked.
“Not at all, I was waiting for you. Actually, if you’re not too tired, I’d like to take a walk,” Minerva said, sweetly.
Albus smiled widely and his beautiful eyes gleamed. “I would love to take a midnight stroll with you.” He offered her his arm and soon they were walking happily through the darkened corridors of Hogwarts. Albus told her about his day and what still had yet to be accomplished. “I saw that you cleaned my office. You didn’t have to, you know, but I thank you.”
“How did you know it was me?”
He laughed softly. “The house elves are all gone and you’re the only one with access to my office. Besides I could smell your perfume in the air.”
“Well, you’re welcome, Albus.” Minerva spotted the library doors just up ahead. “Albus, do you mind if we go to the library for a moment? There’s a book I want to look at.”
“No, not at all,” he replied.
Once inside, Minerva cast a discreet locking and silencing charm while Albus wasn’t looking. If he noticed anything, he didn’t let on. Minerva pretended to be looking over some of the transfiguration texts on the shelves. She felt Albus move in behind her and put his arms around her waist.
“What book are you looking for?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Minerva grinned saucily, but he couldn’t see it of course. “I don’t remember the exact title, but I’ll know it when I see it. Maybe it’s on the bottom shelf.” She bent over to look, her backside pressing quite firmly into his groin area – just like she wanted. A small groan escaped from him. Minerva stood up and turned around to face him. Even in the dimly lit library, she could see the heat and desire in his eyes. “It seems the book isn’t here after all. Oh, well,” she said, twirling her fingers in his long beard.
“Minerva, I think you’re hiding something. You’ve got that look in your eyes,” Albus said, a little unnerved.
“Who me?” she said, coyly. “What look do I have?” She started playing with the front of his robes.
“The same look that a cat gets just before it pounces.”
She arched an eyebrow and put her arms around his neck, kissing him lovingly. “Mmmm, I missed you today.”
“I missed you too.” Albus kissed her softly on the neck.
“Though, for a little while, I did have a suitable replacement.”
His head snapped up in shock. “Replacement!?”
Minerva nodded and pulled out the magazine from her robes. “Funny, he looked just like you.”
Albus turned bright red when he saw what she was holding. “Where did you get that?”
“It was in a stack of old magazines that I dropped on the floor. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t resist taking a look. Curiosity killed the cat and all.”
He started to stammer. “I can explain. I was young and still reeling from my defeat of Grindelwald. Armando said that if I went through with it he would donate a large sum of money to charity. I didn’t-”
Minerva silenced him with her finger. She thought he was rather cute when he was embarrassed. “You don’t have to explain your actions, Albus, I just never expected you to do something like that. I must say I thoroughly enjoyed your pictures.”
The color of Albus’ face slowly returned to normal. “You did? Well, as long as you’re not mad. Now, why are we in the library? I know you’re not really looking for a book.”
Minerva opened the magazine. “Nothing gets past you. Do you remember what you said in your profile? It caught my attention. ‘- ever since I was a lad I’ve always fantasized about being seduced by a librarian.’ I like this part. ‘-they would take their hair down, rip their glasses off, and have their way with me in the library.’ My, my, Albus!” Minerva moved closer, forcing him to move backwards until he was stuck between the table and her. “I’m not a librarian,” she said as she reached up and pulled several pins out of her bun, “but I can pretend.” She shook her head and her hair fell down around her shoulders and face.
Albus swallowed hard. “Minerva, you don’t have to do this.”
She forced a stern expression on her face. “Shhh! You need to be quiet! You’re in a library, young man, and one more word out of you just might land you in detention!” Minerva removed her glasses, put the magazine down, and covered his lips with hers, kissing him with all the love and passion that had been building over the years. Her hands worked their way into his hair and she moaned when Albus’ hand squeezed her bottom. As her glasses dropped to the floor with a tink, a muffled, “Yes, ma’am,” came from a very happy Albus Dumbledore.
Hoped you liked it. Kudos to whoever knows where "twitterpated" is from. The profile thing I got from Playboy magazine. There's always a profile for the centerfold. :-)
Lovely ending and I'm glad she made it all coem true for him 
Glad to read something of yours.
