The Tuxedo Junction

[ginger newts]

This one was co-written by myself and Sensiblyquirky, I'm just posting it.

Prologue

It was a warm spring afternoon and Albus Dumbledore decided to go for a walk around the grounds of Hogwarts to soak in some sunshine. As he approached a distant spot on the South lawn the sound of singing met his ears. He crept slowly and quietly toward the source of the sound and was a bit surprised by what he found. Several seventh year Gryffindor girls were gathered in the shade of a large tree with a radio, they were all singing along to the music but one voice in particular drew his attention. He never would have guessed that Minerva McGonagall had such a lovely singing voice, her soft Scottish brogue was slightly more pronounced than usual making it sound as though she was caressing each word as it left her mouth. Albus was mesmerized. Shaking himself out of his reverie, he crossed to the students who stopped singing when they noticed him.

“Good afternoon, ladies,” he greeted them. “Please, don’t stop on my account, you would make a good choir.”

“Good afternoon, Professor,” they chorused, all except Minerva who was blushing and suddenly became very interested in the blade of grass she was wrapping around her finger.

Albus noticed this and singled out his star pupil, “No greeting then, Miss McGonagall, have I offended you? You should sing more often, you know, you have a particularly lovely voice.”

She looked up at him and said softly, “Thank you, Professor, and good afternoon.”

He bid them goodbye and continued on his walk with a soft smile playing about his lips. Meanwhile, Minerva was blushing a bright red and her friends had begun to tease her.

“Why so quiet, Minerva?”

“She fancies him.”

“I do not!” She protested, “I just didn’t know anyone was listening to us, that’s all.”

The other girls exchanged knowing looks and said dryly, “Of course. That’s all.”

[ginger newts]

Chapter 1

Minerva McGonagall left Hogwarts and decided to go for her teacher’s training and perhaps an advanced degree in Transfiguration, unfortunately her education was derailed by the start of two wars. The muggle war started mere months before the one in the wizarding world and all of Europe was torn apart as a result. With bombs crashing throughout the United Kingdom, not to mention friends and family members disappearing mysteriously or dying at the hands of a wizard named Grindelwald and his followers, there was no time for school. Minerva had kept in touch with her Transfiguration Professor and Head of House from Hogwarts after she graduated, he had been her favorite professor and she his best student and as her seven years had drawn to a close they had come to regard each other more as friends than teacher and student. If the truth be told, Minerva’s friends had been correct in their accusations that she “fancied” Albus Dumbledore. She had tried to tell herself it was a schoolgirl crush and to grow out of it, but after a few months spent away from him Minerva had to honestly examine her feelings and admit they ran much deeper than a mere crush. They had been exchanging owls with an almost absurd frequency and when Albus wrote that he was entering the resistance against Grindelwald Minerva experienced true fear for the first time in her life. She couldn’t bear the thought that he might be injured or killed. Then, Albus wrote and asked her to help him, which she readily agreed to do.

Wondering how he thought she could possibly be of assistance, Minerva made her way to their arranged meeting at the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade. School was still in session and Albus had explained that it was only possible for him to meet with her if she came to the village just outside the school.

“Ah, Minerva, early as always I see,” was Albus’ greeting as he joined her at the table.

She smiled, “Punctuality is a way of life. Now, what exactly is it you want me to do?”

Albus chuckled, “I wondered how quickly you would ask. Alright, I will tell you, but please let me finish before agreeing or objecting.” Minerva nodded that she would and he continued, “We have received information that one of Grindelwald’s inner circle has opened a night club in Paris – The Tuxedo Junction. It is being used as a front for their gatherings so it is a real, operational club, but after the show each night there is a meeting in a private room at the back. We need to get someone on the inside who can tell us the names of those in attendance, maybe as time goes by even gain entrance to the meetings or find a way to plant a listening device inside the meeting room. What I want to ask you, and Minerva, you really are the only person for the job, is to get a job there. The club is just now advertising for singers, we need someone would could get in unrecognized by Grindelwald’s men – this means someone who has not been working with us or the Ministry up to this point – and someone who can actually perform well enough to get the job. I know you can sing and I feel confident you also have the acting skills to put on quite a show for them, nothing too risque of course, just charm them, act like a nightclub singer.” He took a deep breath, “Will you do it?”

Minerva thought for a moment, “Albus, I want to help you, you know I do. It’s just...I really don’t think I sing all that well, I mean nothing a room full of drunken men want to hear. And I don’t exactly look the part of a nightclub singer, do I?”

“My dear, you underestimate yourself as always. I was not lying that day I complimented your singing and if you were to unbraid your hair, perhaps wear a sparkly dress instead of those all concealing robes, I’m quite sure you would knock their socks off.”

Minerva blushed as she had on that afternoon so many years ago, “I can’t believe you remember that, Albus, that was five years ago.”

He smiled, “A voice like yours is not easily forgotten. So, will you do this? We really need you, Minerva, this may be our only chance at infiltrating Grindelwald’s inner circle.”

She met his gaze confidently, “Yes, Albus, I will do this. I will go to Paris and audition for the singing position.” She paused, “I only hope you will not be too disappointed if I am not selected.”

Patting her hand reassuringly, Albus told her, “I have every confidence you will succeed, but if you do not no one will hold it against you. I give you my word.”

After a little small talk, catching up on the events of the day before, the only day neither had received a letter from the other, Minerva bid Albus goodbye and went to London to find an appropriate dress for this audition.

Hours later, tired and aggravated, Minerva finally found the perfect dress at a small boutique on King’s Road. It was red and covered in bugle beads, the spaghetti straps led the eyes downward to the V-neck that dipped lower than anything Minerva usually wore, but not low enough to really show off anything. The dress ended at her ankles and a slit up the right side, all the way to her upper thigh, showed off her shapely legs. The woman at the shop helped her pair it with just the right pair of black heels and Minerva breathed a sigh of relief as she paid and left the shop.

Her long day wasn’t over just yet, however, she had promised to return to Hogwarts and show Albus her ensemble. He said he wanted to know exactly how he was sending her into the hands of the Germans. Minerva suspected he wanted to make sure she wasn’t going to give them too much of a show and while she was glad of a second opinion, she was more than a little nervous about her old professor seeing her in such an outfit.

Apparating to the gates of Hogwarts, Minerva walked inside and easily found Albus’ office. He was grading some essays and gladly set them aside to talk to his friend. Suggesting that perhaps she might be more comfortable changing in his rooms than the office or a public lavatory, Albus led the way to his chambers and let Minerva precede him through the door. She took in the surroundings, thinking that the rooms definitely showed off Albus’ personality. The chintz furniture was purple with gold trim, clashing horribly with the Gryffindor red carpet and dark mahogany paneling. The bookshelves were filled to overflowing and also held many interesting looking silver instruments and a precariously perched telescope. Everything was in complete disarray and Minerva felt an overwhelming urge to straighten up. Albus showed her into his bedroom so she could change and waited patiently in a chair beside the fire for her to return.

When she stepped back through the doorway, Albus had to consciously try not to let his jaw drop and to remember to breathe. Minerva looked stunning. The dress was tighter and more revealing that anything he had ever seen her wear, but it still left pretty much everything to the imagination. He found himself thinking that only she could pick out something that was at once so tantalizing and classy, it was the perfect outfit and when he told her so Minerva blushed.

“Do you really think it’s alright,” she asked.

“It’s perfect,” he answered, unable to take his eyes off her. “They won’t know what hit them.”

Entering the room fully, Minerva turned around slowly to give Albus the full effect. His breath was taken away again when he saw how low the back of the dress dipped. Her milky white skin was exposed almost all the way to the small of her back. Albus found himself thinking about how soft her skin looked and wanting to reach out and run his hand down her back. When she pulled the hair tie off the end of her braid and shook her hair loose he decided she looked like an angel.

“I thought I might curl my hair a little tomorrow,” she said. “It’s so flat.”

“It’s beautiful,” Albus breathed. “I had no idea it was so thick, or so long.”

Minerva blushed again, “I know. I do like having long hair, but I keep it pulled back all the time because it gets in my way.”

Albus just nodded, wanting nothing more than to burry his hands deep into her long dark hair. The firelight was catching the highlights and making it glow, in addition to making the beads on the dress sparkle as she moved. Much too soon for Albus’ liking, Minerva went back into the bedroom and changed into her usual robes. Before she left he told her good luck and asked her to send him an owl as soon as the audition ended. Minerva agreed and thanked him for his time, promising to be careful as she took her leave.

[Jestana]

*giggle* Hehe. Cute! Me likey!

[Jestana]

Wow! That's great! What an interesting idea. What's next?

[ginger newts]

Um, warning for the beginning of a lemon (the full deal is in the next chapter).

Chapter 2

The next morning, Minerva traveled to Paris and found the underground club easily using the directions Albus had given her. The door was opened by a man who reminded Minerva strongly of a mobster in a Muggle movie she had once seen. He showed her into a tiny room behind the stage where she changed and waited with a handful of other young women, all of whom she thought looked more the nightclub type than herself. When it was finally her turn, the men explained that they were disguising the club to appear Muggle in order to draw less attention and they had her sing a popular Muggle song that luckily she knew called “Don’t Sit Under the Apple Tree.” She left the club and found a room in a nearby hotel, immediately sending an owl to Albus saying simply “I got it, I start tonight.” Then she took a long bath and tried to get some rest since she would be working until the early hours of the morning. Training herself to sleep during the day and work at night was going to be difficult.

For the next several weeks, Minerva spent her days expanding her wardrobe to include more sparkly low cut dresses and high heels and her nights entertaining large groups of besuited men who whistled and cat called as it grew nearer to last call. She was an instant hit and the owner of the club treated her rather more nicely than she would have liked, Minerva often questioned his intentions. He never crossed the line, however, and she used the opportunity to learn who his friends and regular customers were, making special note of those men who stayed after the club had closed. As she learned their names and gained a general sense of each man’s importance to Grindelwald’s operation Minerva sent coded owls with the information to Albus. They were using a book code, she sent him series of numbers that corresponded to the page and line of a Transfiguration text they both enjoyed; writing down the first letter of each line would yield the name and position of each man.

One night toward the end of her second month in the nightclub Minerva looked out into the audience as she began her last song, a steamy jazz number, and was surprised to see a table full of people she recognized. At first, she panicked, how had they just happened to stumble across this particular club and what if they blew her cover. Then a man seated with his back to her turned his chair to face the stage and panic gave way to anger. It was Albus Dumbledore, no doubt coming to check up on her, and he’d had the audacity to bring along a group of his fellow fighters. Minerva couldn’t believe this, how dare he bring them all here and make a spectacle of her like this. She continued singing, moving from her seat atop the piano to work the audience as per her nightly routine she suddenly had an idea. As she sang, she worked her way back through the crowd until she reached Albus.

He was dressed in a very well fitting Muggle suit, complete with a tie and a hat. Minerva deftly grabbed the hat by the brim and whipped it off his head, flinging it a short distance away before running her fingers slowly through his shoulder length auburn hair. The crowd was eating this up, they had never seen her pay quite so much attention to one man before and were anxious to see what she would do next. Minerva’s singing never faltered for a moment as she locked eyes with Albus and slid seductively into his lap. Tonight she was wearing a dress covered in blue sequins that was cut just above her knees, she crossed her legs causing the skirt to hike up a bit and show off her right thigh. She ran her hand teasingly down his cheek and then trailed a finger across his lips and down his neck to his chest. Fingering his tie for a moment, Minerva then ran her finger ever so slowly down the buttons on his shirt. Albus was having a hard time breathing normally and squirmed slightly, trying not to let Minerva realize just the effect she was having on him.

When the song was over, Minerva slid gracefully off Albus’ knee, thanked everyone for their kind attention, and bade them goodnight as she slipped through a curtained doorway into the small backstage area. Albus turned a deaf ear to the ensuing conversation at his table as the rest of the club started to hum with the sound of men’s voices. He drew his chair up closer to the table and willed his body to relax. After a few minutes had passed and Albus decided it was safe to rise from his chair, he made an excuse about needing to discuss something with Minerva and quickly made his way behind the stage. She was seated at a small table in front of a mirror brushing her hair when he entered.

“Hello, Albus,” she greeted him without turning around. “I didn’t expect to see you here,” there was a slight note of accusation in her voice.

Noting her agitation, Albus decided to explain himself. “Yes, well you see we were in the area checking on another possible meeting site when I decided it might be a good idea to come down and see just what it was I had sent you to do.” He moved closer to her, “I must say, you’re amazing. That performance surpassed any expectations I ever had. Although,” he cleared his throat, “I do hope that isn’t a nightly activity.”

Minerva laughed lightly, “No, Albus, I assure you I would not do that to just any customer. I thought perhaps a little teasing and finding yourself in the spotlight might make you rethink bringing a group of people I know to goggle at me.” She rose from her seat and realized for the first time just how close he was, there was hardly any space between them. “So, did you really enjoy it or are you just being polite?”

Albus reached up and tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear, “You have no idea just how much I enjoyed it, my dear.”

Then Albus did the last thing either of them had expected. He kissed her, hard. Taken by surprise, Minerva froze for a moment before responding to the kiss and wrapping her arms around his neck. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip, begging for entrance, which she gladly granted him. It was a long and passionate kiss as Minerva boldly engaged her tongue in a sensual battle with his. The arousal Albus had not been able to completely curb before joining her was growing again and as she pressed her body against his Minerva felt his erection pressing against her hip.

Pulling back from him as the kiss was broken, both of them gasping for air, Minerva managed to say coyly, “I think I now have a small idea of how much.”

“Small?” Albus asked, the usual twinkle in his blue eyes now clouded over with desire.

He leaned down and kissed her passionately again, both of them finding it difficult to control themselves as their hands began to move, tracing unseen paths across each other’s backs and shoulders. Albus slowly ran his hand down Minerva’s back as he had wanted to that night two months ago and then roughly grabbed her ass, causing her to gasp as he broke the kiss and moved on to nuzzle her neck. Minerva sighed as a shiver of pleasure broke up her spine and leaned her head to the right to allow him better access to her neck. She ran her hands over his back and around to his chest, lighting tiny fires under his skin with her every touch. When Albus felt her begin to loosen his tie he pulled back and looked into her eyes, now a dark green swirling with lust.

“Not here, I don’t want to do this here,” he said quietly.

Minerva nodded her agreement and said in a husky voice, “Accompany me to my rooms?”

“Lead the way,” he said quickly.

[Jestana]

Hehe. A little hot under the collar, Albus? *grin* It seems a little abrupt, but given her performance, I can't really blame them. *wink*

[ginger newts]

Like I said, lemon ahead, turn back now if you must.

Chapter 3

She told him where she was staying and they apparated as quickly as humanly possible to her small suite at the hotel. Albus quickly and easily pulled her dress off as soon as they landed in the sitting room so that Minerva was standing before him in nothing but a pair of black lacy panties. Wrapping his arms tightly around her waist, he kissed her again and pulled her to him so tightly that her feet left the floor. Minerva wound her long slender legs around his trim waist and Albus began to carry her into the bedroom. Their progress was slow as Albus couldn’t stop kissing Minerva long enough to look where he was going. As he walked, Minerva ripped his tie off and flung it over her head before moving on to the buttons of his shirt. She couldn’t get them unbuttoned fast enough but was finally able to push his shirt back off his shoulders as they reached the bed. Albus had kicked off his shoes at some point between the front door and the bedroom, but he couldn’t remember doing it.

Falling back on the bed Albus quickly maneuvered them so that no body parts were dangling off the side. Minerva’s hands were now attacking his belt and zipper. Rolling over Albus raised his hips so she could push his pants off, and free him of their confines. Just as she was about to reach for his boxers he rolled her over. Taking both of her hands he held them together above her head, “You had your fun in the club, now it’s my turn.”

With a lustful smile on his face he reached for his tie, which had landed on the nightstand earlier and gently tied her hands together. Kissing her deeply Albus whispered, “You are beautiful,” before he began his exploration of her body. Moving slowly down her neck sucking and kissing certain areas, he stopped right above her collarbone when Minerva gasped. Sucking on that spot so as to leave a mark Albus let his hands travel slowly to her breasts.

“Albus!” Minerva gasped as his hands first made contact, and began to gently apply pressure. Moving to lick the hollow in her throat Albus’ massage was getting more forceful, and he moved his palms over her nipples repeatedly causing them to peak perfectly. Slowly he moved down to the valley between her breasts.
Minerva wanted desperately to free her hands, and bring him even closer to her running her fingers through his hair. She vaguely thought of what he would think when he realized it was her first time, but all real thoughts were driven from her mind when she felt his tongue on her nipple. Moaning out his name she got lost in the passion.

When he was done with her breasts Albus left a hot trail down her stomach to her panties; he removed them slowly taking his time as he trailed them down her long legs. Once the garment was discarded he ran his hands up her legs massaging and rubbing in circular movements as he neared her center. Gently prying her legs further apart he nipped at her inner thighs before kissing her very center. Letting his tongue travel over the area he slipped it inside of her: “Oh God! Albus!” He smiled; he liked having his name coupled with God’s. It pleased him to know he was pleasing her. His kisses became firmer, and when his thumb started to stimulate her clitoris it wasn’t long before Minerva came.

Albus moved back up Minerva kissing her gently as he gave her time to control herself. As soon as he untied her hands she flipped him over, surprising him. She took her time in lathering his torso with her kisses, and hot tongue. As she worked on his neck she let her hand slip into his boxers. Moving further down him she removed the final garment that separated them quicker than he had removed hers, but before she could tease him with her tongue and mouth he rolled her over and joined them. Once he met a little resistance he vaguely noted that this was her first time and wondered if she would regret it, but there was no time to think rationally now. For Minerva the pain had come and gone quickly, and she could only think about how it felt to have him inside of her. Albus was using long filling thrusts, and he changed their positions for better penetration. Her leg went over his shoulder and she moaned at how deep he was, but in no time she had been rolled on top.

Not knowing how she knew what to do Minerva slowed the pace down, and dipped low grinding her hips into him and pulled up slowly doing everything she could to feel him deeper inside of her. The combination of her movements, and being able to see her was quickly driving Albus to the edge, and when Minerva picked up her pace he cried out to her: “Oh Goddess, yes!” Minerva smiled.

In one swift movement Albus sat up driving into her so hard she leaned back and caught on to the bed post at the foot of the bed. His thrusts were quick and erratic now as he was nearing his peak. Minerva screamed his name, and he hers when they found release. Collapsing on top of her it was a few moments before he had the strength to move to lie beside of her.

“Wow,” Minerva whispered turning to look at him and place a hand on his bare chest.

“Indeed, very amazing, my dear.” Minerva just smiled, and Albus moved to pull the comforter, which had gotten loose during their love making, over them. Minerva was still on her back, and Albus turned on his side wrapping an arm and a leg over her. They fell asleep at the foot of the bed.
Albus woke up late the next morning and smiled at the sleeping form of Minerva beside him. Reaching up to brush a strand of hair back off her face, her eyes snapped open and he softly said, “Good morning.”

“Hi,” she said somewhat shyly. There was a long pause and not knowing what else to say or do, Minerva finally said, “I think I’ll go take a shower.” She got up off the bed, pulling the comforter with her and wrapping it around her slim body.

Albus watched with amusement as Minerva tried to cover herself up. “Modesty, my dear? Seems a bit unnecessary after what we shared last night.”

Wanting to know exactly how he viewed the experience, she turned back to him and asked, “What did we share then, Albus?”

He got up and moved toward her, “Well, at least for my part, it was the most earth shattering, mind blowing love making ever.”

Minerva blushed and dropped her gaze to the floor, “How could it have been? I didn’t know what I was doing.” Looking up at him through her eyelashes she told him honestly, “I’ve never been with anyone else before, Albus.”

He gently raised her chin so he could look her in the eyes, “I know, Minerva, but I meant that. You caused reactions in me no other woman ever has.”

She smiled, “You mean like calling me a goddess?”

Albus grinned, “Did I? Well I do remember thinking vaguely that you were named for the wrong goddess.” When she raised an eyebrow in question he continued, “Minerva was known for her chastity, perhaps Aphrodite would have been more appropriate. The goddess of beauty and love.”

Minerva pretended to look thoughtful for a moment, “Hmm, Aphrodite McGonagall...that does not have a ring to it.”

Albus chuckled and leaned down to kiss her tenderly.

“Shower with me?” she asked quietly once the kiss was broken.

[Jestana]

Whew! *fans self* Very nicely done. I love her question at the end! *giggle* Bravo!

[ginger newts]

Chapter 4

For the next few days Albus remained in Paris. He met Minerva each night outside the club and escorted her home; he always stayed. Each night their love making grew more passionate and more fulfilling than the night before, much to their surprise and delight. Albus eventually had to leave Paris, over the next several weeks he would visit Minerva whenever he could but had to spend most of his time either at the school or going on missions.

After her display that first night with Albus, some of the club’s regular patrons got the wrong idea about just what kind of woman Minerva was and many of them began making advances. At first she was able to fend them off by saying she was involved with someone, but the men of Grindelwald's inner circle were powerful and used to be deferred to. One night, when Albus had been away for two solid weeks, Minerva found herself cornered by a particularly persistent admirer after the show. She was making excuses and trying to get away from him, but he grabbed her arm roughly and leaned close to her face in order to make his intentions clear. Just then the back door to the club swung open, surprising the man enough so that Minerva was able to wrench her arm away.

“Albus!” she called, running to him she threw herself into his open arms.

He was surprised at the force with which her body met his, but recovered quickly and wrapped his arms warmly and protectively around her, glancing over her shoulder at the man scowling in the corner.

“I’ve missed you,” she said. “Let’s go home.”

They hurried through the streets of Paris to her hotel, almost making several wrong turns as they attempted to kiss and walk at the same time. By the time he managed to open her door, Albus had Minerva half out of her dress already and in his attempts not to break contact with her body he fell backwards over the coffee table bringing Minerva with him so that she landed on top of him. She laughed and teased him about his balance, but Albus wasn’t listening. He banished the coffee table to the other side of the room with one motion of his hand and rolled Minerva over onto her back. After two weeks apart their passions ran deep and they skipped much of their usual foreplay in their lust filled haste to come together. As their bodies settled, they lay on the floor petting each other lightly and exchanging soft kisses.

When her breathing had slowed, Minerva rolled onto her side and said, “I think we’d be more comfortable if we moved to the bed before falling asleep.”

Albus heaved a dramatic mock sigh before scooping her up into his arms and carrying her to the bed. Placing her gently down on her back he laid down beside Minerva and gathered her tightly to him. Leaning up to kiss him goodnight, Minerva felt her arousal growing again when Albus deepened the kiss, his warm tongue exploring her mouth. They soon found themselves engaged in another frenzied round of love making before finally settling down beneath the covers to sleep.

When he woke the next afternoon, Albus watched Minerva sleeping and he remembered her actions of the night before. He thought about the way she had clung to him when he opened the door and the ugly scowl that covered the face of the man in the corner. Albus wanted to know what happened. Minerva awoke shortly after that and snuggled closer into his warmth, placing a hand against his chest.

Running his fingers lazily through her hair, Albus asked seriously, “Minerva, what happened last night? Just before I got to the club.”

There was a long pause and then Minerva sighed and began to tell the story. “For the past few weeks, some of the patrons have been a bit more...persistent in their advances on me. The gentleman you saw last night was having a particularly difficult time in taking no for an answer. He didn’t hurt me, but I guess he did scare me a little. It’s nothing I can’t handle, though.”

Albus sat up, angry, his voice was sharp when he spoke, “You will not go back there, Minerva.”

Put off by his tone of voice, Minerva also sat up and spoke rather harshly. “I am not a little girl, Albus. I don't need to be looked after. Besides, two months ago you were begging me to come here, you said it was our only chance. What’s different?”

“I just don't want you working there, I’m sorry I ever asked you to.”

“Albus, that is not a reason. Do you want to get this information on Grindelwald or not?”

“I do, but not at this cost, Minerva.”

“What are you talking about? If you don't give me a reason...a real reason, Albus, for never going back there again then we can just drop the whole thing and I'll continue on with the plan.” There was a note of challenge in her voice.

Albus was frustrated by her arguments, didn’t she understand that he wanted to protect her. He was angry with the men who had tried to take advantage of her and he was angry with himself for asking her to take up this task. When he answered her, he was almost yelling. “I just don’t want the woman I love working in a place like that, alright!”

Minerva opened her mouth automatically to argue back, but shut it again when she realized what he had said. Blinking at him, she asked, “What did you just say?”

“I said I don’t want you working there,” he repeated.

“No,” Minerva shook her head sharply and then looked him in the eyes. “What exactly did you say. Why don’t you want me working there?”

“Because I love you. I love you and I don’t want you working around people like that, I don’t want you in danger.” His voice grew soft, “Come back with me, Minerva.”

Minerva was quiet for a time, taking in this declaration. As Albus watched her face, his heart grew tight. Berating himself for saying anything, he closed his eyes and started to move away from her sadly, murmuring an apology.

She reached out a hand to stop him, “No, I’m sorry. You just took me by surprise.”

Albus looked at her, his eyes carefully shuttered, “What does that mean, Minerva?”

Softly, she answered him, “It means I love you too. And yes, I will go back with you.”

Smiling, Albus leaned down to kiss her and soon felt Minerva’s soft tongue pressing firmly against his lips, which he gladly opened to her. The afternoon was spent in a much slower and gentler expression of passion as they both opened their hearts completely and let the love flow between them.

Two days later, Minerva accompanied Albus back to Hogwarts and they spent the next month in an almost honeymoon-like state of happiness and contentment before Albus was called away by the war. Minerva was unwilling to let him go alone, afraid she might never see him again, and she stubbornly went with him.

She was by his side when he defeated Grindelwald and has remained there ever since. Now Albus is the Headmaster of Hogwarts and Minerva his Deputy Headmistress, their love and devotion has never wavered, nor has their passion for each other.

[ginger newts]

Epilogue ~ 50 Years Later

Albus collapsed down on top of Minerva breathing raggedly, “Amazing, my dear.”

She smiled up at him and breathed out, “Yes, yes it was.”

After kissing her lightly, Albus continued, “How do you do it, my dear? Every time we make love, I think it can’t get any better, but it always does.”

Laughing, Minerva said simply, “It takes two, my darling.” Then rolling on top of him, she propped herself up against his chest and tracing the contours of his face, said, “You never cease to amaze me, you know.”

Albus leaned up to kiss her and then rolled her onto her back saying, “Well, my goddess, shall we see if it gets better yet again.”

With a seductive glint in her eyes, Minerva displayed her agreement by wrapping her arms around Albus’ neck and drawing him down to her for a smoldering kiss as they once again began their slow climb toward heaven. Some things never change.

[Jestana]

Aw! *le sigh* Wonderful ending! Bravo!

[Inappropriate Goat]

I really liked that. It was sweet. I think that Minerva was written rather well. I could see her having a talent for singing and not letting others know about it. Good Job.

MM

[griseldalafey]

Fabulous story. A nightclub in Paris. I can see why Albus was so relucalant to send her back. Great story, well done

[TabbyForever]

WOW!!!

I leave you two alone for 18hrs and you come up with this!!! ;D ;D

I loved that!! it was brillo!!!
Min in a paris night club!!! well i'm simply blown away!!!

Well done to both of you!!!

[ArabellaFiggs]

Awh, what a wonderful story.
Very good written.
I still love your work.

[angharad]

Very nice! Sweet, mysterious, and lemony. Rather like a lemon custard pudding with nutmeg on top.

[harmonydumbledore]

Wow! That was just...Wow. It rocked, I loved it!

[Mandy McGonagall-Dumbledore]

This story is amazing!! *~*