Love and Distractions

[QuillofMinerva]

Summary: Albus wants to propose to Minerva but things keep getting in the way. Will he ever be successful? Co written with Ang. from Hogwarts Duo. Repost!

Rating: 13+

Chapter One :Reflection and A Ring

Albus Dumbledore paced up and down his study. He would occasionally stop to look out of the window and then sigh with frustration.

"Where is it?" Albus spoke out loud.

Fawkes who was the only company Albus had in his office, looked up at his master and cooed softly before placing his head under his wing.

Albus had searched high and low for the perfect ring for the love of his life. He hadn't been able to find one that stood out from the hundreds he had seen. In the end, he had designed the ring himself and sent the description away so it could be made. It should have arrived early this morning but it was quickly approaching midday and there was still no sign.

Albus sat down in his chair behind his cluttered desk and reflected on the relationship he had with Minerva McGonagall. They had meet at Hogwarts when she was still a student and he had just been appointed transfiguration professor. He felt an instant draw to her. Nothing happened while she was a student but as soon as she graduated, he had asked her out and to his delight she had accepted. Despite the apparent age gap between them, he found Minerva to be his equal in every way. When he was in his youth, his great-aunt had told him that he would find his soul mate but it may take time. Albus believed that he had found his soul mate in Minerva. He had planned to propose years ago but then Grindelwald happened and Albus decided that he couldn't put Minerva at risk. So their relationship became a secret.

It had been some years since Grindelwald had fallen and Albus had been made Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry just a few weeks ago. Minerva had accepted the deputy head position as well as taking over as Transfiguration professor. She had been teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts up until now. After graduating from Hogwarts with full honors, she had become an auror, but gave it up to teach alongside him once a position became available

He glanced down at his cluttered desk and his gaze fell upon a picture of Minerva, standing in front of a waterfall. Minerva was smiling and waving at Albus, her long thick ebony colored hair flowing in the invisible wind. The Minerva in the picture blew Albus a kiss before disappearing from the picture.

A sound from the window made Albus look up and to his delight he saw a large snowy owl flying towards the office window, carrying a tightly wrapped parcel in its claws. Albus swiftly moved over to the window and waited for the owl to land. The owl landed importantly and hooted at Albus, who quickly tipped it and untied the parcel from its leg. The owl flew away into the distance, not that Albus noticed it going.

Albus opened the elegant box and looked at the ring. It was made of white gold. In the middle, it had an emerald that matched her eyes and it was surrounded by two diamonds. It wasn't an elaborate ring but it was as elegant and beautiful as she was. It had been hard trying to find out her ring size; he had to root around in her jewelry box to find a ring. It happened to be the ring that she wanted to wear that evening and because Albus had taken it without her knowledge, they spent hours searching for it and missed their dinner reservations. Albus closed the box and placed it safely into one of the many pockets in his midnight blue robes.

"Wish me luck old chap," said Albus to Fawkes who was falling asleep on his perch in the far corner of the office.

Fawkes simply cooed again in reply and didn't even look up when Albus exited the room. Albus walked along the corridor and turned sharply around the corner that led to the transfiguration classroom. He knew Minerva would be there because she had told him she wanted to get her lesson plans for the coming year out of the way. He found her seated behind her desk, immersed in her work.

"Can I interrupt you for a moment?" he asked as he walked into the classroom and dropped a kiss on her neck.

"An interruption would be lovely," she replied as she put her quill down and looked up at him.

"I've come to ask if you would visit me tonight," he said.

"I thought I was coming up to see you anyway tonight as we have to discuss the coming school year," she replied.

"Oh yes," he said, a small blush creeping up on his cheeks. "Well, I shall see you tonight, my love, and wear that present I got you last Valentine’s Day."

It was Minerva who blushed this time, more brightly than he did before. He bent down and softly brushed his lips against hers before sweeping out of the classroom, leaving her to her lesson plans.

[TartanLioness]

awww!! How cute!!

Post the next part soon!

Love,
Cammie xx

[Adrasteia]

I think I still remember it from fanfiction, it was one of the first stories that I've read so I'm very glad you're posting it again.
Absolutely wonderful, I hope you update soon.
Love,
Adrasteia

[TheGryffindorSeeker]

yeah me too. but it's great to re-read them. Cant wait for the update Great Fic

[Kimberly]

I haven't read this one but it was so endearing. I am in a soppy mood and Albus and Minerva seemed so sweet although they were only together briefly.

[Alesia]

I think I vaguely remember this but am ready to read more.

[LadyJolly]

Great begining hope you'll post more soon

Lady Jolly

[TartanPhoenix]

Yay!! I love this story, even though I've forgotten how most of it goes. So, it's new all over again. That really made no sense.

[QuillofMinerva]

Chapter Two: Tonight’s the Night

Minerva sank into the large tub and relaxed her head against the edge. She was looking forward to spending a quiet evening with Albus, even if they did have to discuss school business. Then her thoughts turned towards his unexpected visit this afternoon and his simple yet powerful request, wear that present I got you last Valentine’s Day. She flushed again at the memory of that special day and the results of Albus’ choice of gifts. She had expected a bouquet of flowers, a box of chocolates, or even a nice meal. But the last thing she imagined was that he had gone to London in search of a very special negligee for her to wear. But he had really outdone himself. His choice was impeccable and the results had been amazing for both of them. Not sure if the heat of the water or her sudden rise in body temperature had caused her face to warm, she decided that if she didn’t hurry she might actually be late and that was certainly not an option.

Meanwhile, Albus began pacing again in his office. It wasn’t like him to be this uneasy about anything in regards to Minerva but this was different. Even the portraits on the walls noticed the change and they whispered among themselves until Phineas Nigellus broke the silence.

“Albus Dumbledore! If you don’t stop pacing this office you won’t have any carpet left on the floor. Would you care to discuss what’s on your mind with a couple of witches and wizards who have nothing better to do than watch you work yourself into a frazzled state? And isn’t Professor McGonagall supposed to arrive soon? You think we’re nosey… she’d probably give you dose of Veritaserum to learn what ails you. Come on chap, let us help!”

Albus contemplated his options and decided that the portraits of the previous headmasters and headmistresses would find out soon enough and now was as good a time as any to share. But they must keep this a secret until he had actually proposed to Minerva.

“If you all promise to keep this a secret, then I will share my thoughts with you. However, it is vitally important that we keep this amongst ourselves. Is that understood and agreed upon?” Assuring him that they had no intentions of discussing what was said with anyone outside the office, Albus began to explain.

“Today is a very special day for me and I am a bit nervous. As I am sure you have noticed, Professor McGonagall… Minerva… and I have been an unofficial couple for years. We spend our holidays together and share our deepest, most intimate secrets with one another.” He noticed that a few of the portraits had started to whisper amongst themselves and he knew why. “And you are aware that we have even spent our nights together on occasion. So it should come as no surprise to any of you when I announce that tonight I plan to ask her to marry me.” A round of applause, cheers, and whistles was heard throughout the headmaster’s chambers and it took him several minutes to calm them down again.

Dilys Derwent had always been fond of Minerva and had considered it her expert opinion that one day she would make an excellent Deputy Headmistress or even Headmistress one day. And she had remarked on more than one occasion how well suited Albus and Minerva seemed to be for one another. “Albus, if you are sure she is the one, and I truly believe she is, then why are you so nervous? Surely you don’t doubt her feelings for you. We have all seen the way you two act whenever you’re together. It’s like there’s not another person in the room, even though it’s crowded. Come on! Where’s that famous Gryffindor courage we’re always hearing so much about? Just tell her how much you love her and give her the ring. It’s as simple as that!”

“Hold on a minute there, Dilys! Albus has every right to be nervous. It’s not everyday a man takes the plunge! And he wants it to be perfect.” Fortescue was one of the older headmaster’s of Hogwarts and one that Albus always looked to for a candid opinion. Noticing that he had Albus’ undivided attention he offered his suggestions for the night ahead.

“In my day, son, we would speak to the maid’s father and ensure that her dowry had been established. Once that issue had been settled, it was merely a formality to ask her. I assume you don’t have to do that these days but it never hurts to ask those types of things. But, since you are so sure that she’s the one, that’s probably not even a consideration in your mind. Besides that, she lives here anyway so there’s not even the matter of where you’ll reside in question. Having said all of that, make sure it’s a romantic night. Take her somewhere special and wine and dine her. Then as the evening comes to a close, just ask her straight out. She seems like a no-nonsense sort of woman anyway.”

Albus furrowed his brow. Fortescue had, for once, offered very little in the way of help. And now he had all of the other portraits chiming in with their advice… and all at once!

“Women love flowers. Give her those and the ring. You do have a ring, don’t you?”

“And don’t forget to tell her what she means to you. They love that sort of romantic stuff!”

“Oh take her for a moonlit stroll. She’ll love that!”

An argument broke out amongst the occupants as to which course of action was required and it wasn’t until former Headmaster Dippet cleared his throat that they settled back into their perspective frames and listened.

“Albus, we are certain that she will say yes to your proposal. Furthermore, we are only trying to help but it seems that we each have our own ideas about what is best. You know her like a book and I would suggest that you spend a few minutes alone in quiet contemplation. Reflect on your relationship with her and it will all fall into place. Just let your heart be your guide and it will all be perfect.” Offering one of his broadest smiles, Armando then turned to the others and directed a very stern glare at them. “And we will all leave you alone this evening so that you may have complete privacy to do as you wish. Is that understood?” Mumbles and grumbles were heard but they all agreed to give Albus and Minerva the much-deserved solitude of a quiet office. As Albus walked away he couldn’t help but hear the verbal abuse Armando was taking for banishing them from the office. The snooping crowd had planned to stay to watch the entire affair, but thanks to Armando’s quick thinking, they would not have to worry about prying eyes.

Back in her chambers, Minerva surveyed her slender frame with approving eyes. She had slid into the very revealing piece of fabric from Albus and as she stared into the mirror, she thought back to the first time she had worn it for him. Then an impish gleam appeared in her sparkling emerald green eyes. She decided to tease him a great deal before finally surrendering to his charms, which would surely enhance the mood of the evening. With a few last minute preparations and her green robes covering the sexy nightie, she made her way to his chambers for a night of fun and relaxation.

Albus inspected the room and everything looked perfect. He checked the pocket of his robes one last time and assured himself that the ring was, in fact, nestled safely inside. He had charmed the fire to burn strongly throughout the evening without any supervision. The ceiling had been transfigured to reflect the starry night outside, complete with shooting stars, which he thought would be a nice touch. Soft music played in the background, just barely loud enough to hear without straining. Flowers, in every shade and variety adorned the room and filled it with their intoxicating scents. And who could forget the soft glow of dozens of candles effortlessly hanging in the air?

“So Fawkes, what do you think?” A soft tune floated across the air in response, letting Albus know that his familiar was pleased. “My friend, would you mind it if I asked you to leave us alone this evening? I know this is your home too but I would appreciate it if Minerva and I had the chambers all to ourselves this evening.” Without a moment’s hesitation the large red and gold bird flew to Albus’ shoulder and playfully nipped his ear. Then releasing one last perfect note, he flew out the open window into the night sky just as Minerva’s knock sounded on the door. Taking one last look at his accomplishment, he called for her to enter as he released the breath he had been holding.

When she entered the room, Minerva was stunned. They had spent many romantic evening alone together but Albus had outdone himself this time. Crossing the room to his inviting arms, she sighed happily as he held her close. “This is all so beautiful, Albus. You must be expecting someone important this evening. Shall I go and come back at a later time?”

Playfully nuzzling her neck, he mumbled when you start cheering for the Slytherin Quidditch team against her skin and the caress of his voice bouncing off her neck sent waves of pleasure washing over her body. She allowed him to spend several more minutes lavishing her with affection before she finally pushed him away in an attempt to stick to her plan of taunting and teasing.

“Albus dear, we really must try to control ourselves. You have done a beautiful job with the atmosphere and we don’t want to waste it. And I’m famished. What have you prepared for our culinary enjoyment?” A sparkle of mirth danced in her eyes as she met the twinkling gaze of the man before her. She couldn’t help but think how much fun this was going to be and how sweet the reward later in the evening. Little did she know what actually was in store for them or what Albus had planned this particular evening.

Minerva enjoyed every moment spent with Albus, but for some reason he was being more attentive and affectionate. He had asked her to wear the special attire so she had an idea of where the evening was going and that delighted her. Yet, he seemed nervous and, at times, a knowing smile curled about his lips. As they slowly swayed to the music in his sitting room, surrounded by the warmth of the crackling fire, Albus hummed the tune in her ear as she seductively played with his beard and lightly touched the back of his neck with her long fingers. Capturing her soft lips with his own, he nibbled at her lower lip until she gave in and deepened the kiss.

Moments of sheer pleasure wrapped them in a companionable silence and Albus felt that the perfect time had arrived. Drawing her even closer to him, he motioned for her to sit on the couch and get comfortable. Minerva was puzzled at this new development but thought it best not to question him. He had obviously planned this evening down to the last detail and she had no intentions of ruining his efforts.

Bringing his hand to softly cup her cheek, Minerva closed her eyes and leaned into his embrace. When Albus finally found his voice, she noticed that it was softer that normal and there was a slight hint of a quiver.

“Minerva, I have loved you for years and you are the most beautiful woman in the world. I cherish every waking moment we spend together and you are the woman that fulfills all of my dreams. And I find myself wanting to make more and more of those dreams a reality with you. Minerva, would you…”

A loud crash caused both professors to look in the general direction of the door. There he floated in all his outlandish attire! Peeves had managed to wreck the most important moment in Albus Dumbledore’s life and he was not amused! He was even less thrilled when Peeves began taunting them with his silly childlike behavior.

“Albus and Minerva… kissing by the fire… Think I’ll go tell everyone… ’cause I am the Hogwarts crier!” Albus had rarely lost his temper and yet he was so close to shouting things he knew he would regret later. Taking a steadying breath, he apologized to Minerva and walked over to Peeves.

“I have never been so utterly appalled at your actions as I am this evening. You have barged into a very private moment and I do not appreciate your actions. If you breathe a word of this, I will personally see that the Bloody Baron escorts you everywhere you go. Now, you will leave these chambers at once and find a quiet place in another section of the castle to think about what you have done. I will be speaking with the Baron in the morning, rest assured. And from this day forward, you are forbidden to enter the headmaster’s quarters, unless specifically invited to do so. Is that clear?”

Peeves did not make it a habit to listen to authority figures at Hogwarts but the look in Albus Dumbledore’s eyes made his intentions perfectly clear. He had overheard the portraits talking in the staff room about the headmaster proposing to the transfiguration teacher and he had wanted to have a little bit of fun. Unfortunately, his timing had been atrocious and had angered the great Dumbledore. Blowing a raspberry at the two lovers, he began chanting a different tune about Nearly Headless Nick as he disappeared through the door.

“Oh Minerva, I am so very sorry for that display. I do not normally lose my temper but he startled me and ruined our evening.”

Pulling him closer to her so that she was able to snuggle into his arms, Minerva breathily told him that the entire evening wasn’t lost. “If you remember, you did ask me to wear a specific garment and I was hoping that you would tell me if it still looks good on me. Do you think you can put your anger for Peeves aside and focus your attention elsewhere? I promise to make it worth your while.” As she seductively nibbled at his ear, he heard her begin to purr. Realizing that there would be other opportunities to propose properly, he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom, where he would lose himself in the feel of her skin touching his as the day drew to a close.

[TheGryffindorSeeker]

awww....he was so close lol...stupit peeves! lol Great Chapter though, can't wait for update, hope he does it next time

[Lady Lavendar]

I think i have read this somewhere eles before. Anyways... this is a very good story! Hope you update soon!

LL

[Alesia]

Albus just do it for goodness sakes. the perfect moment is in the asking not in the surroundings.

Silly boys. BAD PEEVES. Nice update

[Jaya]

Geez!

Peeves needs to be smacked soundly!

But a nice chapter all in all

Jaya ;D

[JKMcGonagall]

That nasty Peeves...shame on him, spoiling Albus and Minerva's romantic moment and ruining all of Albus' special planning.

Please update soon.

Kay

[Kamdra]

I did read this before but I am enjoying it again. Kammie

[griseldalafey]

I'm so glad you are posting the story again. I remember from the first time I read it that I kept saying 'oh noo... not again...'

[QuillofMinerva]

Chapter Three:If at first you don't succeed try, try again by Clayre

When Albus awoke the next morning he sighed loudly, he couldn't believe the timing of the troublesome poltergeist. He had interrupted the perfect moment, everything had been just how Albus had imagined and wanted it to be. Minerva had looked so beautiful and so enchanting in the candlelight and Albus had found himself falling in love with her all over again.

Albus looked down at the sleeping woman who was curled up close to him and he dropped a small kiss on the top of her head. Minerva opened her eyes slowly, her green eyes meeting his blue eyes. A soft smile graced her delicate features and she snuggled closer to him.

"Good morning my love," Albus whispered into her ear before nuzzling into her neck.

"Good morning!" she replied as she stretched her body in a way that reminded him of a cat.

"What are you up to today?" he asked.

"Spending it with you," she answered with a soft smile. She sat up slightly in bed and lent forward to kiss him tenderly. He wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her closer to him.

"I'll think I'll have a bath," she said when the kissed ended.

"Let me run it for you!" said Albus quickly, he didn't want Minerva walking through the office to the bathroom because the portraits were bound to ask her how the evening had gone. "I will come and get you once it's ready for you," he told her.

"Do you have a guilty conscience?" she teased as he climbed out of his four-poster bed.

"I just want to pamper you, my little girl thingy cat," he replied before bending down and placing a soft kiss on her cheek.

Minerva curled up under the covers and clutched on to the pillow that belonged to Albus. Albus walked out of the bedroom and as soon as he entered the office, he was met by a chorus of interested voices.

"Do I hear wedding bells?" asked Armando Dippet.

"Don't keep us in suspense, old chap!" said Fortescue.

"Oh this is so exciting. Hogwarts hasn't had a wedding since Godric Gryffindor himself married Rowena Ravenclaw!" said Dilys Derwent, petting her wet eyes with a tissue that Fortescue had given her.

"She will make a beautiful bride, Albus," said Phineas Nigellus. "You are a lucky man."

Albus walked into the middle of the office and turned around to look at the expectant portraits that hung on the wall.

"There will be no wedding," he informed them.

It was not the answer they expected and the shock was clearly displayed on their faces.

"She turned you down?" questioned Armando.

"Bad luck old chap," said Fortescue.

Dilys could be heard weeping from behind her high-backed wing chair, she had been so shocked by what Albus had said that she stormed off.

"There will be no wedding yet because I haven't asked her yet," explained Albus "The moment was interrupted but I plan to ask her today over a game of chess, so I ask you for some privacy."

He could hear a few grumbles from some of the portraits but Armando Dippet soon told them all to stop acting like spoiled children and within minutes the portraits had emptied themselves of the occupants.

Once Albus was alone, he set about running the bath for his beloved. He walked into his bathroom and turned on the taps to his elaborate marble bath. He then poured Minerva's favorite bath essence into the hot water and watched as the bubbles formed. Within a few minutes the bath was full of hot water and he went to fetch Minerva. He walked back into the bedroom and saw that Minerva was sitting up in the bed, eating some scotch pancakes that Winky the house elf had brought up for her. Albus walked over to her and sat down beside her on the bed. He took a bite of the pancake that she had just prepared for herself and then licked the syrup off his lips.

"Your bath awaits you," he told her.

"Thank you," she replied as she slipped out of the bed and headed towards the bathroom. "Did you know that you had syrup in your beard?"

Albus smiled to himself as he watched her slip out of the bedroom still wearing the silky little negligee. Once she had disappeared into the bathroom, Albus set about preparing his second proposal. He walked over to the large dark oak cabinet and opened its large carved doors to reveal an array of different chess boards and boxes that contained the chess pieces. Albus took out a marble chess board and its matching chess pieces, he placed them down on the table near the fire and pulled out the engagement ring. He kneeled down beside the table and cleared his throat.

"My dear Queen, would you look after this ring for me?" he asked "Would you produce it as you near Minerva?"

The blue marble queen sprang of life and looked up at him, a small smile gracing her stone features. "Are you to ask for her hand in marriage?" she squeaked.

"Yes!" replied Albus, smiling back at the small chess piece.

"Well it's about time you made an honest woman out of her!" said the blue marble king , as he also sprang to life. "You've waited far too long and you have been living in sin. You have placed a slur on the good name McGonagall."

Albus looked down at his blue marble king with surprise.

"Hold your tongue!" scolded the Queen as she looked at the king standing beside her "Can I see the ring?"

Albus produced the ring and handed it to the queen who admired it before placing it behind her back. She had to hold it with both hands because the ring was too big for just one of her little hands.

"All I will say," said the king, "it's about time."

"I know!" replied Albus. "I had meant to ask sooner but things just got in the way."

"Excuses mean nothing!" said the king.

"Well I am asking her today," said Albus, who was growing tired of the argumentative chess piece. "I am nervous about this and you aren't helping my nerves."

"Albus!" came Minerva's voice. "Why in the name of Merlin are you talking to the chess pieces?"

She had caught him off guard and as he got up to turn around to face her, he knocked the chess board with his knee and it scattered all over the floor. Albus looked frantically around the floor for the blue marble queen. She was laying near the fireplace and to his dismay, she didn't have the ring. Before Albus had chance to search for the important piece of jewelry, Minerva called to him again.

"Albus! Leave it for now."

Albus turned around to see Minerva wrapped just in a forest green towel, her black hair hung loose around her shoulders and her sparkling emerald green eyes were shinning mischievously. She looked breathtaking.

"Come back to bed," she continued. "I just want to spend as much time as I can with you before the weekend is over."

She disappeared into the bedroom, throwing the towel that had been wrapped around her out into the office. Albus smiled to himself and followed Minerva into the bedroom, he would find the ring later. As he closed the bedroom door behind them, he was sure that he heard the blue marble king squeak "Sinner!"

TO BE CONTINUED

[Jaya]

Oh Lord!!!

I am laughing so hard at the moralistic chess King!

Poor Albus. Let's hope he is able to find the ring!

Nice update, can't wait for the next one!

Jaya ;D

[JKMcGonagall]

Hahahahahaha!

That little blue chess king is rather preachy isn't he.

Hope the ring is found before they play chess so his second attempt at asking her isn't ruined.

On second thought, Albus, you ninny, JUST ASK THE WOMAN. Sorry for yelling.

Great story. Update soon, please.

Kay

[Alesia]

Now I remember this story!!!!

And yes, the blue marble King has to get a grip.

;D

[Kandice]

Oh man did that King sound familiar. I couldn't help laughing at him and I hope poor Albus finds the ring. Kandie

[Mellypoo622]

Poor Albus! I hope he finds the right time soon! Love the story!!


*Melissa*

[Krystal]

Just catching up on what I missed. When do we get more?

[Kegan]

I missed a lot of stories by joining late but I have to tell you that I really liked it.

[Jessabelle]

Haha! That is funny! Good story .. I can't wait for more! Please post soon!

[Miss Q]

;D This is a wonderful and funny story! Poor Albus though.. being preached to by a chess piece... but it made me laugh ;D ;D ;D

Please write more (not just another chapter to this lovely story)

M

[QuillofMinerva]

Chapter Four : Wine and Dine Her by Ang

Before long, the glorious weekend was over and it was back to the daily hectic routine for the Headmaster and the love of his life. Albus was thankful that they had been given the opportunity to spend so much time together over the weekend. They had rarely had a moment alone since the week started and he was beginning to get frustrated. He had hoped that by this time, they would be engaged and now everything was still up in the air. To make matters worse, he was constantly answering owls from the Ministry of Magic, parents, and anyone else who sought his expert advice on matters. But foremost in his mind was Minerva and his plans to seek her hand in marriage.

After the luxurious weekend spent in the arms of the man she adored, Minerva was finding it hard to concentrate on her classes. She couldn’t quite place her finger on it but for some reason, Albus had seemed more attentive and loving towards her. But she certainly wasn’t going to complain. He had made her feel so special and loved and that gave her the strength and resolve to deal with her exasperating students during weeks like this one. Although, she’d give almost anything to be back in the comfort of his living quarters stealing a few quiet moments alone with him. But she didn’t have the time to spare on thoughts such as those at the moment. She had to buckle down and prepare the assignments for her classes and grade the essays before she could turn her attentions to her private matters.



By mid-week Albus had reached a breaking point. He had become so overwhelmed with paperwork and official duties that it seemed ages ago since he had spent any quiet time alone with Minerva. He decided to invite her to a chess match after dinner and with any luck, they would be able to relax. Also, he was still searching for the perfect opportunity to ask her the single most important question he would ever let pass through his lips. Maybe tonight would provide that surreal moment but the way his earlier attempts had gone, he was almost afraid to plan anything else.

Minerva arrived in his office almost half an hour late. She had run across a rather poorly written set of essays and marking them had taken longer than she had anticipated. When she realized the time, she had hurried to Albus’ chambers and upon entering, she found him stretched out on the sofa before the fire, fast asleep. She looked at his sleeping form and noticed the peaceful expression on his face. Kneeling down beside the couch, she leaned towards him and used her slender fingers to lightly outline the features of his face. At first, he merely twitched his nose or moved his head slightly in response to her feather light touches. However, the more her soft skin touched his own, he became aware of her presence. Without any warning, he pulled her into his arms and after a gentle but loving kiss on her sweet lips, he enlarged the sofa as she snuggled into his warm arms and they drifted off to sleep without another thought of a chess match or a proposal.



The remainder of the week had been as wearisome and stressful as the beginning and by Friday morning Albus decided he had had enough! Looking out the large windows in his office, he developed a new master plan and quickly set about to put it into motion. Throwing some floo powder into the fireplace, he called out to Minerva, who was still in the process of dressing for the day.

“Coming Albus!” When she appeared in front of the fireplace, Albus had to stop himself from reaching out to touch her. Her tartan dressing gown was loosely closed about her slender frame and her hair still flowed freely about her shoulders. He wanted to shower her with ‘good morning’ kisses but there would be time enough for that if their weekend went as planned.

“Minerva, what have you planned for this weekend?” When she replied that there were no definite plans in her immediate future other than the necessary schoolwork, he nodded in approval, thanked her for the information, promised to meet her at breakfast, and disappeared from view. Puzzled, she stared for several minutes at the fire where his head had appeared, attempting to make sense of it all, but shrugged it off to another one of his brilliant ideas that she would be privy to later.

As the day drew to a lazy close, Minerva made her way to her own chambers and collapsed into her favorite armchair. She had a few quiet hours before dinner and she desperately wanted to relax. It had been a trying day with her students and she was looking forward to the weekend. She had just closed her eyes and felt her tight muscles softening when an unexpected visitor startled her.

“Honestly Albus! Was that really necessary? You scared the magic right out of me!”

“Ah my dear, I did not intend to scare you, merely to surprise you. Here, take my hand.” Looking a bit bewildered and still trying to calm her breathing, she reached out to place her delicate hand into his only seconds before he activated a portkey and whisked her away to an undisclosed location, much to her astonishment.

When her world stopped swirling about her, Minerva surveyed her surroundings and was pleasantly surprised to find herself standing outside the Dumbledore estate in the countryside of England. She had visited Albus’ ancestral home several times but upon each visit she found something new to love about this place and had become increasingly comfortable roaming the various corridors and hallways.

“I thought we could use a little quiet time to ourselves this weekend. I have informed the necessary people at Hogwarts that we will be away for a special meeting and will return Sunday afternoon. I hope you don’t mind, but I felt that we both needed to get away.”

“Albus, this is a wonderful idea but have you thought this through? I mean, I have no clothes, other than the ones on my back, and I know for a fact that you were scheduled for a meeting with the heads of houses on Saturday afternoon.”

“Shhh! Not another word or worry. I had one of the house elves pack a bag for you, complete with your favorite bath oils, and I have taken the liberty of rescheduling my meeting until late Sunday afternoon. All you have to worry about is what you would like for dinner and how you would like to spend our Saturday.” Casting her an impish smile that reached deep into his eyes, he couldn’t help but add, “I have a few ideas of my own.”



Saturday morning greeted the two refreshed professors with a sunny smile. Chuckling to himself, Albus admired the ring that had taken him an hour to find after his accident with the chessboard. He felt certain that the day ahead would provide the ideal situation for him to ask for her hand in marriage. He had planned to take her on a stroll around the grounds later in the afternoon and while they were out, the house elves were to arrange a very romantic dinner in the cozy sitting room. Yes, he was certain that nothing could ruin this night. He and Minerva were away from the school, which meant no Peeves. He had given up on the notion of having the chess pieces offer her the ring. No, tonight he would do things the old fashioned way. He would do things right this time.

Upon returning from their small trek in the twilight, Minerva made her way upstairs to take a quick bath before returning for dinner. Albus had showered hurriedly and gone downstairs to make sure that everything was in order and to oversee any last minute details. In inspecting the setting, he was pleasantly surprised at the romantic scene before him. The house elves must have read his mind. Romance was certainly in the air this evening.

Minerva descended the large staircase looking relaxed and lovelier than Albus had ever seen her. She smiled at him with a warmth that settled deep in his soul and he knew in his heart that this would be an evening they would remember for a lifetime. As he escorted her to the table set especially for them, he lavished her with compliments and did his best to make her feel like royalty.

Dinner passed quietly as the two ate the sumptuous meal prepared with their culinary tastes in mind. The house elves knew something special was to come from this evening but had not been told what. All they knew was that they were requested to bring the dinner trays and then they could have the remainder of the evening to do whatever they pleased. They had speculated about Albus’ intentions but none dared to ask the powerful but caring wizard what he had mapped out for the evening. And really, they rationalized, it was none of their business. They would learn what they needed to know in good time.

After the main course was finished, Albus summoned the tray containing dessert. He had planned to ask Minerva the question that had been dancing around his head for days as soon as they had completed their sweets. Minerva had never been a fan of dessert and he planned to eat his quickly so that they could begin the real celebration once she had accepted his proposal. At least that was the plan. But all too often, the best-laid plans go horribly wrong.

Without really savoring the taste of his favorite dessert, Albus ate the last portion of his meal and eagerly eyed Minerva as she did the same. His heart was pounding in his ears and he could feel a wave of nervousness attempting to rise in his stomach. As he gazed across the table at her beautiful face bathed in firelight, he was overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of what he was about to do. When she said “yes”, their entire world would change for the better and he wanted everything to be perfect. She deserved that and so much more.

“Albus, why are you staring at me as if you were lost in a dream? Is something the matter?” Minerva searched his eyes for any sign that would shed some light onto the matter at hand but she found nothing but love and adoration staring back at her.

“No, Minerva. Nothing is the matter, but there is something I wish to discuss with you.” Reaching across the table, he cupped her face with his tender hand and lightly stroked her cheek with his thumb. Leaning into his touch, Minerva closed her eyes and a flood of emotions began to work their own brand of magic on her senses. “My dear, I love you with all of my heart and soul. You are everything I have ever wanted in a woman and so much more. You bring a joy to my life that will never be matched and I cherish every moment we spend together.”

By this time, tears had started to form in the emerald green eyes of Minerva McGonagall. She tried to suppress them but one slipped past her dark crescent eyelashes and splashed onto Albus’ hand. “My love, why are you crying? This is not a time for tears.” She explained that it was his loving words that brought tears of joy to her face and that he always made her feel so special on such ordinary days.

“Well my love, it is nothing less than what you deserve. You make even the more ordinary days, extraordinary! Minerva, would you do me the honor of…”

Just as he was about to speak the words he’d been practicing all week, a tall slender man came tumbling from the fireplace, crashing into their table and causing them all to hit the floor with unceremonious thuds. Minerva let out a scream of horror at the sudden intrusion of such an intimate moment as Albus tried to assess the situation and make some sense of what was happening. The remainder of their food was splashed on the floor, the bottle of wine was shattered, and everyone was in a disheveled heap. Seeing that Minerva was not harmed, Albus abruptly turned to battle the intruder only to learn that it was his very own brother, Aberforth.

“What in the name of Merlin’s beard do you think you’re doing here Aberforth?” Albus loved his brother and on any other occasion he would have greeted him with a warm smile and a tight hug. However, he had single-handedly and unknowingly ruined the third attempt Albus had made to utter a marriage proposal to Minerva and he was not amused to say the least.

“Well, dearest sibling of mine, in case you have forgotten, our parents willed this home to both of us and therefore I do not need an excuse to drop in whenever I choose. And I could very well ask the same question of you. Aren’t you supposed to be up at the school doing something important? You are still the ‘man in charge’ at Hoggie-Warts are you not?” Aberforth had never been fond of the educational system for witches and wizards and made no efforts to hide his feelings. He had always asserted that a witch or wizard could learn so much more by experimenting and learning fundamental lessons instead of the frivolous book knowledge that had no real practical application in the world.

Minerva could sense a certain tension rising between the brothers and quickly tried to dismantle the argument before it ever had a chance to begin. “Aberforth, I think what Albus was trying to say was that… well… to be honest you startled us. We were having a quiet dinner and suddenly you were there and we were all on the floor. You have to admit, it was a bit of a nasty shock and I am sure you had not anticipated landing in the middle of a dinner table. But you both look rather silly with whipped cream on your faces. Albus, dear, you look simply scrumptious.” Both brothers turned to face her and suddenly all three of them were in fits of laughter and Albus had regained his usual lighthearted composure.

Wiping away the remnants of dessert from his face, Albus tried again to get to the bottom of the intrusion. “She’s right, Aberforth. Let me ask the question another way. What brings you to our home on such a lovely evening and why do I get the sense that you’re in some kind of hurry by the way you continue to eye the fireplace?” Peering at his brother over the top of his half-moon spectacles, Albus was attempting to read the facial expressions of his sibling and create just enough tension so that he would feel compelled to explain everything. After all, Albus felt he owed them that much, even though he had no way of knowing what he had just done.

“Well you see, Albus, I’m in sort of a jam. Actually, it’s not really a jam if you look at it from my point of view. I am in the right, you’ll see. And don’t let them tell you all sorts of nonsense about me. I did no harm at all and I think I might have made a significant breakthrough but those narrow minded people at the Ministry can’t keep their noses out of everyone else’s business and…”

“Aberforth, stop your rambling and tell me what’s happened? Minerva and I were having a very quiet dinner and suddenly you’re here rambling on about the ministry and experiments. And might I add, our evening is somewhat at a standstill until you solve this mystery.”

“Dear brother, I had no idea you were wining and dining the beautiful and talented Professor Minerva McGonagall at our home this evening.” Waving his hands in a grand gesture and peering at the somewhat blushing witch, he continued. “Obviously my timing is extremely bad and this was supposed to be a very romantic and intimate moment for the two of you. Judging by the atmosphere you’ve created one would think you were going to propose to her tonight.” Laughing heartily at his own joke, Albus felt all the blood rush from his face and panic grab hold of his heart. In a feeble attempt to regain some control, Albus joined in his laughter followed shortly by Minerva, who really wasn’t quite sure what was so funny.

“Aberforth you never cease to amaze me with your antics. Might I have a word with you in the library?” Gripping the elbow of his younger brother, Albus made his excuses to Minerva and ushered his sibling into the library across the hall.

As they entered the large room, Aberforth called back to the wide-eyed witch. “If I’m not back in five minutes, please call for help. I’m afraid I’m in serious trouble!” The last thing they heard before the doors were shut was the sound of Minerva’s laughter ringing throughout the house.

“Aberforth Dumbledore, do you have any idea what you have done? I was, indeed, about to ask for Minerva’s hand in marriage and I was mere seconds away from popping the question when you flew into our table. Now, kindly tell me what has happened so that I can help you solve your problem and get on with my evening.”

“Why, Albus you sly old fox. You brought her up here for a weekend of Merlin only knows what and then you figured on romancing her to death right before asking her to be bound to you for a lifetime. So, let’s see the ring. Were you planning to get down on one knee? Any idea of what you were going to say? I’ll let you practice on me if it’ll help. I don’t mind and I can even wait here until you ask her if you need some moral support!”

By this time, Aberforth was gripping his sides from laughing so hard. He honestly felt bad for his older brother but there was a certain humor to be found in the whole ordeal and if anyone could see that it would be Albus. At least he hoped! When Albus failed to join in the lively round of laughter, Aberforth decided it was time to come clean.

“Alright, alright! Honestly, I don’t see how that stunning woman would consider marrying you when you obviously fail to see the humor in this whole ordeal. I’m the one who should be upset with you. I had planned on using this place as a hideout until I can safely leave the country.” Offering a questioning look at Aberforth, Albus encouraged him to explain further.

“Well, you know how I have always believed that one should test their own theories regarding certain aspects of magic and learn the practical lessons that life has to offer? I was merely trying to follow my own advice and some stick in the mud friends of yours at the ministry felt it was their duty to track me down like a wanted criminal. Now I’m on the run and am attempting to hide out here in a ‘lovers’ paradise’. But, I can tell by the look in your eyes…” After another admonishing look from the normally warm blue eyes turned cold, Aberforth Dumbledore felt it in his best interests to speed things along but was cut short by Minerva’s voice beckoning them.

“Albus, there are some men from the ministry that would like to see you.” As Minerva called out, Aberforth reached for the floo powder and rushed to the fireplace. Reminding his brother to disregard whatever it was they had to say about him, he was gone in an instant, just as the officials rushed into the room.

The ministry workers wasted no time in explaining their abrupt appearance to the highly respected witch and wizard. It seemed that Aberforth had been in the nearby countryside casting some rather unusual charms on some goats when the wizard who owned them called for their assistance. It would appear that Aberforth had been experimenting with these goats for weeks and this time had been caught, or so they thought. He had managed to trick the other wizard into coming outside of his home thus giving Aberforth a chance to rush in, cast a complicated locking spell on the door and use the floo network to escape to the Dumbledore estate. They assumed he would stop by the house first and then move on from there. However, now that he knew he was being chased, the ministry wizards hoped he would assume they had followed, giving him ample opportunity to return, where they would catch him. Or at least wait a little longer to see if he tried to contact his older brother again.

The usually calm and collected Headmaster of Hogwarts felt his blood pressure rise and a severe headache beginning to form at the base of his skull. All he had wanted and dreamed for days was a quiet weekend alone with Minerva. He had desired nothing more than to become engaged to the most wonderful witch he had ever known. Now, he was stuck spending his romantic Saturday evening with a group of wizards looking for his slightly odd brother, who had found nothing but comedy in this entire disaster of an evening. Albus knew that on Sunday he would be summoned, whether he liked it or not, to the Ministry where he would have to assist his brother out of another peculiar mess. And with his scheduled meeting later in the day, that meant that his quality time with Minerva had been drastically reduced and any further notions of popping the question were pounded from his head by the crazy antics of his brother. Turning to Minerva he apologized once again for another spoiled evening and finished his request for forgiveness with, “Be thankful you’re an only child, my love. Just be thankful!”

Hugging him tightly to her, she whispered a question that caused his heart to leap into his throat. “Albus, right before Aberforth crashed our intimate party for two, you were about to ask me something. What was it?”

“Ah, well, you see I was going to… you see, Minerva, I was going to ask you if you would care to join me for a picnic tomorrow. I would love the chance to cook you a wonderful meal and lavish you with attention. But I suppose those plans will have to wait until later seeing as how my Sunday will be spent in meetings of one variety or another.” For an instant Albus thought he saw disappointment flash in her eyes but chalked it up to the disappointment they were both feeling at having their plans altered so abruptly. Silently he vowed that he would make it up to her and they would find a way to be engaged if he had to move the mountains to do it!

[Kegan]

Poor Albus! I'm surprised he isn't pulling out his hair.

[Alesia]

Albus has no luck and Aberforth is lucky his is not a goat himself after he ruined their evening.

[Miss Q]

Soooooo funny ;D ;D ;D!!! To describe Aberforth as the "slightly odd brother" seems like an understatement!

I feel slightly sorry for Albus though! But shouldn't he have learned by now that if he plans to much ahead it will go (disastrously) wrong?

Anyhow, thanks for the laugh!!

M