The Valentines Dance

[Leaves of Green]

I want to see what people come up with as a continuation to this chapter.

Love.
albusminerva1313



The Valentine's Dance


A/N: Unfortunately I don’t own anything. The talented J.K Rowling owns everything.

It was a beautiful Febuary evening and Minerva McGonagall was sitting at her desk grading papers. A knock at the door broke the silence.

“Albus, you startled me.”

“Sorry my dear, I had to see you.” was his reply.

Albus started again “Remember when I mentioned that it may be good to have a Valentines dance?”

“Yes, I remember it quite well seeing as it was only yesterday” Minerva said.

“Well, what are your thoughts?”

“I think is a great idea”

Looking startled he said “You do?”

“Yes, I think it was a wonderful chance to relax, for students and the staff”

“Well, I’ll make the announcement at breakfast.”

“Good”

“Good” and with that he left to begin with the planning.

[R]

:Dthats it?

UPDATE UPDATE UPDATEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[zoeteproet]

R, the meaning of this story is that somebody else continues the story, not everytime the same person.
So if you want to write your own chapter for this story, it is allowed
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Love,
Sarah xx

[TabbyForever]

Now Minerva wasn’t normally that easy to persuade and Albus knew it, what he didn’t know however, was that she was planning her own little surprise for him.

Safely in possession of that knowledge Minerva went in search of her best friend Rolanda Hooch to help her with the planning and execution of said surprise.

“Ro, where are you?” Minerva called as she entered the Flying Instructors rooms

“Right here Min, I was just filling Severus in on you idea” Rolanda replied from her sitting room

“I don’t what to know what your letting our dear potion’s master in on” Minerva joked back. She like most of the staff knew that wherever one was the other wouldn’t be far behind.

“Very funny Mini”

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?!” Minerva replied some what exasperated to her long time friend

“Ooo I don’t know, how long have we known each other?”

“Too long I think sometimes!”
“Are the others here yet?” Minerva asked

“Not yet but they shouldn’t be long” Came Severus, speaking for the first time since Minerva had entered.

[Leaves of Green]

A lot better than the drabbles I had to continue it. It never worked out. Thanks for adding the 2nd chappie.


Sincerly,
Albusminerva1313

[silvertabby]

'so, i bet our dear headmaster will have a shock.' said rolanda giggling.
'hm, this is going to be a nice valentines day, i 'm dieing to see dumbledores face' said Snape.
The other teachers entered the staff room.
'How are you doing?' asked professor flitwick with a mischevous twincle in his eys.
'hy, filius! how are the...festivity arangements?' asked rolanda grinning.
'Good...good'
Pamona winked at minerva 'and the flowers are beautiful, everything is going so smooth, all the students are thrilled, of course.'
'you didn't tell them aboute all this! You couldn't-' said minerva in disnelief.
'oh, we did, achelly they had some preety great ideas, preety damn grate!' beamed Hagrid.
'yep, never have i thought to use 'shell we dance' as valentine music.'
''shell we dance'?shurly not the 'shell we dance', no? I mean,... that's... latino'said minerva in disbelief.
'yes, dear, isn'that great?' said a beaming Pamona.
'and your dress-, all girls were eager to come up with sugestions, even some of the boys' said rolanda
Mcgonagall stared at her in disbelief. her students, coming up with sogestions on what she sould wear on Valentoines day party, this couldn't honestly be true!

[fallingmoon]

"My dress..." Minerva said. "Um-I already have one."

"Right," Rolanda laughed. "That old tartan one? I'm talking about the little black dress you are going to wear."

"I am not wearing a little black dress in front of the whole school."

"Come on, Min, lossen up some," Pomona said. She smiled at her friend. "I bet Albus would like that."

"I'm going to act like I didn't hear that," Minerva said smartly. "Nobody is going to make me wear something I don't want to wear..."

[dianahawthorne]

"Oh, come off it, Min! You know that you want to wear something sexy for Albus... so just pretend that no one else is there!" Rolanda said.

"Don't call me Min!" Minerva snapped.

"Aha! You didn't deny that you wanted to wear something sexy for Albus!" Rolanda cried victoriously.

"When you wear your hair down, Min - I mean Minerva, you're hardly recognisable as the strict Transfigurations professor. You know Albus loves seeing the side of you that lets loose - remember New Year's?" Pomona said snarkily.

"Oh, Merlin! Don't remind me!" Minerva recalled that past New Year's. They'd had a staff party, and Minerva had gotten drunk and she and Rolanda had started dancing on the tables in the staff room. But she had to admit, Albus had seemed very... receptive to her wilder side.

"So that settles it! If you won't wear a little black dress, you can wear this one!" Rolanda said, bringing a very short, fitted, red dress out from behind her back.

[Leaves of Green]

Oh! I love theese guys! I've always wisehd I could finish the story good...

[silvertabby]

Minerva getting drank and dancing on the tables in the staff room with rolanda
ha! ha! I can't stop laughing, that should look hillarious!!!!

[Drake]

"Oh, dear Merlin, not THAT dress," Minerva groaned. Rolanda had a rather unfortunate history of pulling 'THAT' dress, as Minerva had come to call it, out for every occasion. Weddings... parties... christenings... first dates... third dates... funerals...

"Yes, THAT dress," Rolanda said manically. "You're going to wear it, aaaaaaaaand..." she trailed off and paused, rocking back and forth. She believed to be increasing dramatic suspense. All she was really doing, however, was annoying the hell out of her friend.

"You're going to like it!" She exclaimed suddenly. "Or else I'll tell Fillius Flitwick what you did in fifth year."

[Asphodel]

Minerva gaped at her for a moment, eyes widened ever so slightly. The other members of the staff looked between the two women with keen interest as a triumphant smirk began to tilt up the corners of Rolanda's mouth. Minerva looked as if she'd finally been had.

"Well then," said Minerva, after a moment, sounding a bit breathless, her eyes still hinting at panic, "I suppose--" and suddenly, her gaze turned cool, and Rolanda had the sinking feeling she'd made a horrible mistake. "I'll just have to tell Severus what you did in your seventh year." She paused, looking over the rim of her glasses primly. "And with whom."

Severus sat up sharply in his seat, even as Rolanda's jaw dropped. Minerva simply eyed her friend smugly, waiting. After a moment, both witch and wizard schooled their faces into expressions of airy nonchalance, and said, at the exact same moment, "Why would I care?" Pomona stifled her laughter in the back of her hand, but Hagrid had no such sense of decorum, and guffawed loudly in their general direction.

"Well, it looks like you've lost all leverage here," Spoke Poppy with a sigh, though she too was grinning. "Again," she added after a moment, shaking her head at Rolanda. "I don't see why you still try, Ro, my dear. The game of getting one up on Minerva McGonagall is always lost before it's even started."

"Unless you're a certain blue-eyed headmaster, of course," Rolanda chirped back blithely, obviously determined not to give in just yet.

"Ah, yes," Minerva answered swiftly. "It was June, wasn't it, Rolanda? A Friday evening, if I remember correctly, and you'd decided to go out on the Quidditch pitch for some extra 'practice' with--"

"Nevermind! Nevermind!" Cried Rolanda, a bit shrilly, glancing nervously over at Severus, who had suddenly developed a very faint tic in his left cheek. She threw the offending dress into the chair behind her with a sigh of disgust. "I give up! Go to the dance in a parka and your best woolly slippers, for all I care!"

Minerva lifted her chin. "I just may, thank you!"

Suddenly, Filius, who had been very quiet this whole time, cleared his throat softly. "On the other hand, I think we'd all be positively delighted to see you in that dress for once, Minerva." Minerva frowned back at him, and opened her mouth to reply, but was cut off when the diminutive charms teacher spoke again, his cheerful countenance suddenly seeming rather ominous. "I think it's probably the least you could do," he told her, looking up at her cheerily. "After all...it took me a month to properly fix my rooms and office."

Minerva stared at the man in shock, Rolanda's eyes bugging out as well, as the tiny wizard walked over to the chair and retrieved the dress, placing it in Minerva's limp hands with a smile of delight. "And, Minerva, if you'll recall, I never did say a thing about it, even though, I daresay, you would've lost your Prefect's badge, yes?"

"It...was a dare," Minerva said faintly, lamely, as she looked down at the dress clutched in her fingers. How on Earth could he have known it was her? Rolanda was still speechless.

"Consider this my rather belated punishment, if you would, then," Flitwick went on congenially. "And enjoy yourself for once, Minerva.” His smile suddenly turned rather wicked. “I daresay Albus will, when he sees you in this.” And with that, he patted her arm affectionately and meandered out of the room, the others following suit until, at last, only Minerva and Rolanda were left.

“This is hardly fair,” Minerva said vaguely. “I was in fifth year!” But Rolanda only smiled, if a bit dazedly. Decades ago it may have been, but Filius Flitwick had called in his punishment, and Minerva had been successfully guilted into what she was sure was the mistake of her life.

“Fine then,” Minerva muttered to no one in particular, scowling darkly down at the red dress. “I’ll wear the bloody thing.”

Rolanda’s triumphant laughter could be heard echoing through the corridors.

[silvertabby]

'Minerva?' Rolanda was knocking on McGonagall's door.'Come on, it's half past 7 allready, you dont wanna be late!'
'Damn it!' Minerva's voice echoed from behind the door. She oppened. She was looking verry angry, but the flying instructor entered her friend's sittingroom with a broad smile.
'You look great, Minerva! Only a thing...'she rised her wand and her friends long strait hair was luse on her sholders and back, down to her waist.'That's it!'
Don't you thing it's a bit...much?' asked minerva looking in a full lengh mirror.
'You're kidding, your hair makes you look-'
'Stunning. He'll have the best valentines ever, if he doesn't have a heart atack,of course.'came the charmes mastar's voice. He, Poppy and Pamona were standing in the doorway.
'come on!'

[admmityourlove]

Minerva started to walk down to the Entrance Hall. She could not believe she had been guilted into wearing this dress. There was a good reason Rolanda had been trying to get her to wear it for the past 20 years.

The crimson fabric caressed her skin in the softest way as it loosely glided over her rather taut abdomen. Minerva had to admit she held a secret sense of pride at how young and fit she still looked as a middle age witch. The problem was the cleavage. The dress was better suited to a more...voluptuous woman, like Rolanda, not for someone of Minerva's wiry frame. She did have feminine curves, but not quite enough to fully fill out this very risque red lace trimmed number. It had an incredibly low back; her overexposed skin was luckily sheltered with the extension of her languorious ebony tresses floating down evenly after much cajoling from Rolanda. The hemline barely grazed the tops of her knees. Her shoes were highly impractical scarlet to match her outfit and tastefully decorated.

Inside the Great Hall, all of the students were dressed quite dashingly and several of the staff were sporting flirty creations as well. Music played easily in the background, but no one really noticed. They were all waiting in eager anticipation for their Transfiguration Professor to arrive looking like a gorgeous model. At least, that was what Madam Hooch had promised them. Rolanda was currently scouting the hall nervously. Severus hadn't arrived yet, so she couldn't dance, and Albus was no where to be seen either. She just had a feeling that something was going to go wrong.

Minerva was almost to the door. She breathed deeply and prepared for anything. Or almost anything. A great uproar sounded from the dungeon staircase. The Weasley Twins had decided to "improve" Snape's dress robes, and suddenly he came flying from the dungeon, eyes ablaze with anger. He was moving so quickly that before either of them knew what had happened, he had landed on top of Minerva and both fell entangled on the ground.

Just in time to witness the aftermath was Albus Dumbledore himself rounding the corner in beautiful blue satin robes.

[dianahawthorne]

Albus stopped dead in the corridor, so shocked was he at the sight of Severus feeling up Minerva. All the blood drained from his face, and he finally regained his senses enough to walk quite calmly past the two on the floor as though nothing had happened. He opened the doors to the Great Hall and announced, "Let the Valentine's Ball begin!"

Meanwhile, Minerva had been trying to get out from under Severus, who was lying prone on top of her. He was so shocked at the sight of her in something other than teacher's robes, and he didn't want to let her up.

"Minerva," he groaned, as he began to nuzzle her neck. She reached up and slapped him.

"Get off of me, Severus!"

He ignored her, and captured her mouth with a toe-curling kiss, just as Albus had returned to check on the state of the two professors.

[admmityourlove]

Minerva finally found her wand. "Rictusempra!" Severus was thrown from her body and slammed against the wall. He was out cold.

Albus simply stood there, frozen with the emotions writhing in him. Minerva hurriedly got up and adjusted herself; Severus had been quite aggressive. She felt so violated and defiled, she could not speak from the shock. Not knowing what on earth she could possibly say to make him understand, she slowly turned towards Albus.

"I...he...what you saw..."

Albus met her eyes, a cold anger pulsating off of him. He thrust his hand violently into his robes, and threw a beautiful corsage at her feet. Without saying a word, he strode away to the Entrance Hall and into the night.

Rolanda Hooch poked her head out the door just in time to see Minerva's tears as she fled to her chambers and Severus coming to, bruised and dizzy by the stone wall.

[Katheryn Mae]

Filius Flitwick looked up, his eyes darting to Severus, against the stone wall - the Weasley twins, looking curious - Rolanda Hooch, wand out and eyes blazing - and a beautiful corsage on the floor.

"Hello Filius, hex Severus with the most powerful charm to cure stupidity please." Rolanda growled, "Only not now, Severus." She released the charm on Severus and he fell with a loud thump to the floor, "go to your rooms before I send you, totally drunk to Minerva." She frowned, "Now get out of my sight."

Severus rose and scurried away, whimpering like a child. Fred looked up, "I'll stand guard outside his door; George can come with me and think of ways to punish him for whatever he did wrong." Rolanda nodded, "He doesn't need watching, an upset Headmaster, furious Deputy and myself should be enough to keep him in his rooms. But go plot on how to punish him," she smiled, shooing the boys away.

"What happened?" Pomona turned the corner, "I see Minerva running from the Hall in tears and now this," she picked up the corsage, "who's is this?"

"It was from Albus - for Minerva." Rolanda frowned, "The main point being was. Or at least I think it was. Pomona, go get a hot mug of tea and bring it to Minerva. Filius, go fetch Albus and bring him to Minerva's rooms. And I'll go speak with Minerva," she plucked the corsage from Pomona's palm and cracked a smile, "I think Minerva might want this." Filius and Pomona hurried away and Rolanda sighed, she'd be lucky if she saw any of them again.

[mercifulheavens]

Minerva McGonagall was hardly the type to throw herself on her bed and weep. Yet there she lay, crying amid the now ruffled covers of her bed. How could Severus? He wasn't exactly her best friend, but she had always trusted him. Albus had always trusted him. And now... her tears began to overwhelm her once again and her continued to soak her tightly clutched pillow.

If she ever so much as saw a certain potions master again... whatever punishment she gave him would be far worse than any mortal living or dead had ever received. He had ruined what could have been the best night in her life. Albus might have... sobs threatened to rip her apart and her began to hiccup.

She didn't hear Rolanda knock on her door; nor did she notice that the other witch had entered her rooms until she felt a comforting hand touch her shoulder.
"There, there." Rolanda soothed, wrapping her arms about her trembling friend.
"He hates me now!" Minerva sobbed, to upset to notice anything other than her own thoughts. Rolanda bit her lip. Where was Pomona with that tea?

"He doesn't hate you. Look." Rolanda forced Minerva to straighten up and all but thrust the corsage in her face.
Minerva sniffed back tears as she remembered the look on Albus' handsome face when he had angrily flung it at her feet.
"Yes, he does. Now he thinks that I...I..." Rolanda had to admit that she was slightly taken aback at the way Minerva was reacting to the whole situation. But then again, Minerva had been "secretly" in love with the Headmaster for quite awhile and now Severus had ruined the night she had planned on telling all. But all she could do at the moment was pray that Minerva would continue to cry her eyes out instead of suddenly deciding to go in search of Snape or maybe hex her.

Once again she glanced over at the door... Where was Pomona with that bloody tea?

[Katheryn Mae]

"He - he -- what are you doing?" Minerva asked as Rolanda stood suddenly, crossing the length of the room to her closet and grasping the handle.

"No! Don't ..." Minerva's voice faltered as robes, numerous dresses and a few pairs of shoes engulfed her friend. She looked annoyed, "Rolanda - what ever are you doing?!" She became more annoyed by the moment, as Rolanda rooted through the pile, evidently looking for something.

"Minerva? Rolanda?" Pomona stuck her head into the door, and she slipped inside, dropping besides her friend and handing her the tea. Then she rose, "I'll be less of a bother and I'll leave. You can talk to Rolanda about that."

The door slammed and Rolanda gave an excited squeal, "Got it!" She stumbled from the pile, dragging a deep red, almost night black outer cloak, and sank to the couch besides Minerva.

"What was all that about?" She gestured towards the mess of robes and dresses - "That wasn't for tonight was it?"

Minerva nodded slowly, "No, if you don't mind, I'm going to ask you one question then I suggest you leave me alone." She paused, "Why in the world are you carrying my best winter cloak around as if I'm going somewhere?"

Rolanda smirked, "Because you are," she threw the robe haphazardly over Minerva's shoulders and smiled, "you, my friend, are going to find Albus Dumbledore and confess your undying love for him."

"I what?" Minerva paused in mid-fastening of the cloak and glared at her friend, "I most certainly am not going to find Albus!" She paused, trying to forget the look he had given her before he had left, and tears began to come to her eyes - but she shook her head, "Fine. Although, I'm stopping at the 'confess your undying love for him' part."

"Minerva! How can you be so stupid! Albus loves you too and you know that!" Rolanda all but screamed. Then, in one fluid motion, she jumped up, dragging Minerva with her and shoved her rather harshly towards the door.

"You're going to pay Rolanda Hooch." Minerva growled as she slammed the door behind her, trying to hide her tears as Rolanda gave a "whoop" of delight.

[mmadforever]

Ronalda pulled Minerva along the entire way while Minerva came up with every excuse for why she shouldn't be doing this. They were now outside, the cool night wind blowing on them as the two walked around the castle, looking for the headmaster.

"Obviously he's not out here, I should just-" She turned to go back to her rooms, when Ronalda grabbed hold of her.

"Min, you are not backing out now." She looked over to the great lake and saw a very distraught headmaster, sitting on a stone bench. Minerva looked over and also saw him.

"I...I can't, Ro." She said softly.

"Yes, you can." Her friend gave her a push. Minerva sighed and nodded. She headed over to Albus, quickly thinking of something to say.

[~Aly~]

Minerva had her head glaring at Rolanda as she sat down on the bench beside Albus. She looked at him with sad eyes and wanted to explain what had happened in the Entrance Hall, but she wasn’t sure herself. She opened her mouth to speak but her thought process had failed beyond making Rolanda paying for this. She rearranged her cloak about her and drew it closer shivering.

Albus held his head in his hands and didn’t need to see who sat down next to him on the bench. The silence grew thick about them and he could tell that she was cold, but didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to but then again she was his deputy and he trusted her more than anyone else in the world. Several more minutes passed before he looked at her and saw the sadness that filled her eyes and how cold she really was.

“Minerva, my dear…” his voice sought for forgiveness at his stupidity and jump to conclusions. He moved closer and wrapped his arms around her pulling her into his warm embrace. “You should have worn something warmer out here. A winter cloak doesn’t keep all the cold out.”

She didn’t respond but snuggled closer to his warm body and closed her eyes as her teeth continued to chatter noisily. She started to hope that he felt the same way about her as she felt about him. “Al-al-al-bu-bus-s-s…” she managed to stammer out through her chattering teeth.

He placed a long soft finger to her cold lips, “Warm up before you talk my dear…” She nodded and felt him rest his chin upon her head.

[starietartan]

As the two of them set in silence they both contemplated what to say to the other.Minerva had moved one of her hands and gently grasped the front of his deep plum robes. she could smell the familiar odor of Chocolate and Lemon that seemed to have permiated every article of clothing that he owned. Enjoying the sent and taking refuge from the cold on her nose she nuzzed her face into his robes.

hesitantly Ablus spoke, "Minerva I don't ..I can't."Summing up his Gryffindor courage he said, "This old man has been a fool. For to long I have let my feeling go unknown to you and now I can't even stand the thought of you with someone else without acting like a jealous hormone crazy boy.(sigh)I guess what I'm trying to say is that......."

"Albus, I love you to."Minvera interjected raising her head to look in to his blues eyes that caught the light coming from the castle.

"oh, Minerva you have now idea how happy you make me. I absolutly love everything about you."Ablus exclaimed with a child like grin.

He moved his hand and gently brushed his fingers along her cheek bone and down her jaw line. Tilting his head slightly and leaning in toward her Albus gently ........................

[Rosemary Dumbledore McGonagall]

OMG that is so mean! I hope someone comes up with something soon!