Sprinks' 100fanfics (well...at least some of them)

[osusprinks]

A/N: I've decided to join the cool kids and post my stories in a clump. We'll see how it works out! I hope you enjoy this one! More fluff, but I think I'm going to try angst, *takes deep breathe* but don't expect much! lol

Disclaimer: Even the idea to group my fics isn't mine! You think Harry Potter is?

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fanfic100 Challenge Prompt #43
Square

“Minerva, you are beautiful. You’ve always been beautiful. Why should that change now?”

“Because now I have to wear these! Now, I feel old.”

Albus leaned down and kissed his wife on the nose. He had known this was coming but it was still amusing to him. “So my dear, if you feel old, how old do you feel I am?” Making his point clear, Albus removed his glasses and began to clean them off.

“Oh, that is not what I meant and you know it!” She sat up in bed, where they had been lounging. It was not often they had the opportunity of a lie-in and they were taking advantage of it. She took his glasses from him and finished cleaning them before lovingly returning them to his face. She kissed him before leaning back against the headboard. “I am being silly, aren’t I?”

Albus began to nuzzle her neck and was pleased with the slight sigh of contentment he heard. Leaving soft kisses in his path, Albus made his way down her neck toward his shoulder. Between kisses, he agreed. “But,” kiss, “I like,” kiss, “it when,” kiss, “you’re silly.” One last kiss was placed between her neck and shoulder. He took off his glasses and placed them on the nightstand before continuing on his mission.

A trail of kisses led him all over her upper body, with some areas receiving more attention than others. A now quivering Minerva slid down in bed to meet her husband’s lips in a deep kiss, as she unbuttoned his nightshirt. Breaking the kiss, Minerva moved to remove her new square spectacles.

“Leave them,” said Albus with a growl that she knew and loved. “I want to make you feel beautiful with them.”

…and he did.

[StormAngel]

Great!! I love it!

[childminerva]

hehe...I love this one But you already knew that. Nice to see you've decided to become "one of us".

[furandfeathers]

I don't think I've read this one! It's soooooo adorable

[EloquentPhoenix]

I love it! It's perfect, and Albus is a darling. I love fluff.

[jayejaye]

I can just imagine Albus doing that. So sweet... I loved it. :-)

[Drake]

I love it too! It's wonderously fluffy.

[osusprinks]

A/N: I wrote this about a week ago but only just got around to typing and posting it. I hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading!

Disclaimer: Not mine!

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Fanfic100 Challenge Prompt #26

Teammates

As he poured, Minerva sat in an armchair across from his trying to decide what Albus wanted from her. The last time he had asked her to stay behind a staff meeting he had convinced her to help him teach her students to dance. Just thinking about that fateful afternoon was enough to make her cringe. She wondered, not for the first time, what it was about this man that would not let her say no. Though saying yes had come with rewards of course, her animagus training, time as an auror, and current positions being just a few of the examples.

“Knut for your thoughts, my dear?”

She glanced at him, surprised out of her musings. “Oh, I believe that would be a bad trade. I was thinking of the afternoon we spent teaching Gryffindor to dance.”

“Yes, that was a splendid time. Your young charges did us proud, wouldn’t you say?”

Minerva raised an eyebrow at him before joining in his laughter.

“Actually Albus, I believe I should be asking you about your thoughts. What did you wish to speak to me about?”

“Must I have a reason for wishing to have a fireside chat and tea with the finest of company?”

Her eyebrows rose nearly to her hairline as she stuttered, trying to think of something to say. “I…”

As she began to speak, Minerva realized Albus was laughing to himself. She had been silly to think he might wish to spend time with her, to believe that he might she her as something other than his Head of Gryffindor and Transfiguration Mistress. She was just one of his staff. Holding back sudden tears, Minerva slipped behind the façade of Professor McGonagall.

“Is there anything else, Headmaster?”

She watched Albus’ facial expression change from amusement to bewilderment.

“Yes, actually there is, Minerva.” He emphasized her given name, chastising her for the use of his title. “As you know, I have worked this year without a Deputy Head and I was wondering if you would be willing to fill the spot.” He took a sip of tea.

From the look of Albus, one would think he had just asked her the time of day. He was completely relaxed and absorbed in his task of adding sugar to his tea. No one would have ever known he had just offered her the chance of a lifetime, her dream job.

“You want me? Oh Albus, this means so much. Are you sure? But I am the newest member of your staff! The youngest as well! Oh, the board would never accept me, Albus.” At some point, she had stood and begun to pace, almost without realizing it. “Remember the fight you had to appoint me Head of Gryffindor?”

“A role you fill admirably, my dear.”

“Thank you, Albus, but Deputy Head?” She turned suddenly, standing directly in front of him. “Are you sure, Albus?”

He stood then and took her hands. “I’m sure, Minerva. It’s my wish to run Hogwarts with you. There is no one I would trust more than you with something as close to my heart as this school.”

She blushed at his words. “Oh, I wouldn’t be running the school, Albus. I would just be your back up, in case you needed anything.”

Albus looked into her eyes. “It is my wish, no my dream for you and I to be partners,” and then, almost as an afterthought, he added,” in running Hogwarts.”

Minerva glanced at their still clasped hands as she willed herself not to read anything more into his words. It was nearly impossible. Looking into his sparkling blue eyes, she softly bit her lower lip before speaking only one word. “Partners?”

She saw the hesitation in his eyes. It seemed there was something more there, but then the moment passed. “Or teammates if you prefer. It’ll be us against them at times, I’m sure.” He smiled brightly.

“Teammates?” She tested the word, and then with confidence, “Well, Albus, I’m willing to play if you are.”

“Always, my dear. Always.”

[jayejaye]

aww. It's so sad Minerva doesn't believe he feels anything for her. I loved the reference to the dance lessons..lol. Well done hon.. Jaye :-)

[osusprinks]

A/N: My first attempt at angst, so be kind. Thanks for reading.

Disclaimer: I think I will stop putting these up. You all know by now that I don't own this!

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fanfic100 Challenge Prompt #34
Not Enough

The three sat deadly still, shocked at what they had just heard. Poppy was the first to break the deafening silence.

“So, you do love him?”

Directly across from her sat Minerva, one of her oldest and dearest friends. They were having an intervention of sorts. Poppy, Pomona and Rolanda had decided it was time to confront the proud Scottish witch about their headmaster.

“Yes, I do love Albus.” Minerva’s back was straight as an arrow and she seemed to hold her head higher, prouder at that moment than they had ever seen her before. Each knew it was a defense mechanism, but they also knew there was no way to breach the wall Minerva was building around herself. “I love him, but it does not matter.”

“Bloody hell, are you even hearing yourself?”

“Shush, Ro. You know that won’t help. Now tell us, Min dear, why doesn’t it matter? He loves you. He told you he loves you. And you love him in return! Why not tell him? Why not let this story end happily?” Pomona laid a comforting hand on Minerva’s knee.

“Even if I told him I loved him, our story would not be a happy one, Mona. Albus is extraordinary. He is so giving, so loving, so very caring. He would give his all for the good of others. He deserves someone who can be all that for him as well. He deserves more than I could ever be. In the end he would just be hurt by my inability to give him what he needed, and it would break my heart all over again to disappoint and pain him. No, I can’t tell him.”

“Now, Minerva-“

“No, Poppy.” It was not her look that silenced them, but the hot tears pouring down her proud, strong face. “Albus deserves it all and I- I’m not enough.”

[childminerva]

*swoons*

angst...beautiful, heartwrenching angst!

Lovely work (but you already knew that) you really should write more angst!

*ducks to avoid being hit*

[osusprinks]

I am actually thinking about doing Albus' side of this. Maybe a prequel. Would you guys be interested?

[childminerva]

would we be interested...Sprinks, sometimes I think you are the most brilliant person on earth. And then you go and ask a stupid question like that. OF COURSE WE WOULD BE INTERESTED!!!

love ya

[jayejaye]

please don't take this the wrong way hon....but what a stupid question.......

I loved this..as I already said I love that Min's armour cracked..it's perfect :-)

[EloquentPhoenix]

I'm so proud of you! It's absolutely heartbreaking.. Oh god, just the tears. She is good enough, she is. Ohh poor Min. it hurts so much for her to think that, and he told her? Oh dear. They're not going to be together. *Cries*

Hell do I want a sequel !!!

On a side note *remembering her first ADMM angst* It's kind of liberating to get it over with, isn't it? I remember how nice you were about mine when I was sad about writing it and you reading it, so you'll be glad to know you've made me as sad with yours and you're great at writing it!

Side note 2 to childminerva: Now not only have you converted me you've got someone else writing angst too

[jayejaye]

lol....eventually Elo the whole board will be converted......:-)

[childminerva]

eloquentphoenix said:

Side note 2 to childminerva: Now not only have you converted me you've got someone else writing angst too

it's all part of my evil plan.


muwhahahahah...

[a lazy Sprinkles]

First of all... STOP SPAMMING MY FIC THREAD!

lol just kidding! You know I love you all!

Thank you Elo. I'm glad you enjoyed this and that it made you sad... now go read something happy to get over that! lol

Don't let Jaye and Sprouty fool you, they love fluff as much as we do. They just act tough. Really they are just teddy bears!

*pats Jaye's head*
*removes hand quickly when Jaye tries to bite it*

[furandfeathers]

I love fluff! Actually....I love really angsty, with a really fluffy ending...which is kinda rare. but I digress...


I LOVE both Teammates and Not Enough!!


Oh: and I vote sequel too!

*Lizz

[osusprinks]

A/N: Written for a contest at the Hideaway. A companion piece to my songfic "Albus' Secret." I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, not even my car because someone stole it yesterday.

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fanfic100 Challenge Prompt #91
Birthday

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She woke with a start and reached an arm out from underneath the warm blankets into the cool morning air, fumbling for her wand. As the alarm stopped sounding, she rolled to her side. Remembering what day it was, the woman opened one bleary eye and smiled, before opening both bright green eyes and throwing off the blankets. There, lying next to her, as there had been each year on her birthday for the last eleven years, was a beautiful bouquet. She sniffed the delicate flowers, this year a mixture of forget-me-nots and a single burgundy rose. She read the attached note out loud to herself, though by now she knew the message by heart.

To my secret love,

May this new year in your life, so precious to me, be more wonderful than any you have experienced in the past, may it bring you happiness, and may there be many more like it to come.

Holding the creamy parchment close, she rolled onto her back and closed her eyes. She began daydreaming about the man she had always hoped was her secret admirer.

She didn’t notice the single phoenix feather that, for the first year ever, accompanied the bouquet.

[furandfeathers]

aww that's adorable! I love how he sends her flowers every year

[Hogwarts Duo]

Whether accidental or intentional....GREAT JOB FAWKES...for leaving the feather behind...and you Osusprinks for a cute little bit to start my day!!!

[childminerva]

ah yes, this is lovely

[StormAngel]

lovely!!!!!!

[osusprinks]

A/N: This is a prequel to Not Enough. I have had a horrible day which is apparently what it takes for me to finish angst. Let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

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fanfic100 Challenge Prompt #33

Too Much

The heavy door had been slammed shut. It had not been allowed to swing closed or even fastened sharply, but slammed with a force that implied anger and most likely disgust. Yet Albus stared at the piece of hard, dark wood hanging on aged metal hinges, willing it to open. He supposed he should have known this was coming. He had prepared himself for all possible outcomes, or so he had thought. He had considered the possibility that she might need some convincing as to the appropriateness of his idea or even that she would turn him down flat. Some small part of him had hoped for a truly happy ending, but he had not dwelt on it for long, not wishing to raise his own hopes. Now it seemed that even his cautious optimism had been too much.

Tearing his eyes away from the door to his private rooms for the first time in what seemed like hours, Albus stoked the fire before settling down in front of it. He had been so sure of himself, but then her friends had led him to believe more than he would have on his own.

Rolanda Hooch looked at him in disgust. “How can you say that you don’t have feelings for her? Have you looked at yourself lately? It’s getting to the point that the students are taking bets!”

“Albus, what she is trying to say,” Poppy Pomfrey interrupted as Rolanda’s voice rose, “is that, though you may think that you don’t have feelings for Minerva or that you aren’t obvious, you do and you are. So why are you hesitating? Just tell her!”

“We love you and we love Minerva, you know that, Albus. We only want what is best for the two of you and we think that means the two of you together.”

Albus watched the faces of the women before him, knowing this was not some cruel practical joke, though it sounded like one. Pomona Sprout was correct; he did know that these three only wanted the best for Minerva. Were they right? Did she love him?

Unfortunately, Albus now knew the answer to that question. A single tear was soon followed by a salty flood down his cheeks. How could he have been so wrong?

Minerva McGonagall was perfection. She was wise, witty, beautiful, sharp-tongued, and everything he had ever desired. She was a fierce opponent as he knew from previous experience, but he also knew of her loyalty and hardworking nature, which made her a perfect teacher, Head of House, and Deputy, not to mention best friend, his best friend, who would probably never speak to him again.

Albus heard more than felt a sob escape him as he remembered the feel of his hand brushing her soft cheek, and the pain of his cheek as she slapped it. He had been so foolish and now he did not know what, if anything, he could do to recover what had been lost by a few misplaced words and caresses.

Minerva looked so beautiful standing in the sunlight, which poured in through the windows of his sitting room. As he joined her at the window, the words of her three best friends went through his mind and Albus found he was able to think of little else.

“Minerva?”

“Yes, Albus?” She turned and looked at him with such contentment and joy that he was unable to stop himself.

Reaching out to cup her cheek, soft as silk, with one large hand, Albus moved closer to her. “Minerva, I love you.” With that he kissed her lips and for one blissful instant, he felt her return his intimate caress. Unfortunately that moment passed.

With a sharp crack, Minerva slapped Albus’ cheek. His hand instantly moved from her face to cover the already bruised skin. Minerva refused to meet his gaze.

“Minerva, I…”

“Don’t Albus. Just don’t.” With those words, Minerva turned abruptly and left his rooms, slamming the door closed behind her.

Albus’ eyes turned once more toward that door. It seemed to represent not only the ending of his friendship with Minerva, but the end of all his hopes and dreams of the future as well. How could he have been so foolish?

As Albus settled back into his chair, tears rolling freely down his cheeks, sobs wracking his body, there was a knock at the door. His eyes rolled to the door as he wiped his cheeks and set his face into a blank stare, the best he could do under the circumstances. He cringed even as he called out a soft, “Come in.”

Pomona Sprout meekly opened up the door. She stepped into the fire’s light and Albus could see the guilt in her expression even before he heard it in her voice.

“I just saw Minerva, Albus. I’m so sorry, I just don’t know what to say. She… I know… Oh Albus, I am so very sorry.”

He looked at her, still with no emotion evident as she moved nearer.

She carefully took his large, suddenly cold hand between her smaller, warm palms and held it tightly.

“Albus, I don’t know how, but it will be okay. Somehow, we will make it okay.”

Albus saw the sincerity in her eyes and realized how wrong she was. It would never be okay again, nothing would. He had lost the only person who saw him as he truly was, the only woman he loved. He felt his defenses breaking as Pomona’s light brown eyes filled with tears.

“Minerva.” With that deep groan of regret, the greatest wizard of their time collapsed into his colleague’s arms. It was just too much.

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A/N: I'm really not sure of this one, so please let me know what you think.

Happy reading...somewhere else, not here...
~Sprinkles

[childminerva]

You may not like angst, but you write it very well...this was beautiful and I felt just terrible for Albus. It's sad, and yet if they turn out not to be together in the books *knocks on wood* this would be such a plausable explanation for why.

Beautiful work sprinks!

[furandfeathers]

I've reviewed this on ff.net, but I'll do it again here. I love it! Even if it is angst It's written beautifully though, great job!!

[laundry basket]

sigh... you write wonderful angst, though now I must go off and sob...

Beautiful response to the prompt.

[osusprinks]

Disclaimer: Not mine.

A/N: Wow it's been a while since I wrote any MMADness. I hadn't realized that. Please excuse the following, but I was feeling the need to shake loose a few cobwebs. Happy reading, Sprinks

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fanfic100 Challenge Prompt #70

Storm

“Albus Dumbledore, what were you thinking?”

Albus had never been a fan of storms. As a child he had always been afraid of them. The flashes of lightening had always startled him. The responding thunder only heightened his fears. Sweeping rainstorms and pounding hail had been enough to send him running to his parents’ bed. He found it shocking that as an adult he was now drawn to what scared him so as a child.

“Were you even thinking? I can’t imagine that you were! Of all the idiotic ideas and now I’m left to clean up your mess!”

Yes, this was one storm Albus was drawn to like a moth to a flame. There was something about its powerful grace, beautiful to watch no matter how frightening it was…and it certainly was frightening.

“It’s always me that’s left in the end. You get to be the fun one and I have to do all the dirty work! Well, I’m tired of it!”

“You’re beautiful.”

And she was. The most beautiful tempest in the world, a storm to end all storms when angry, and stunned silent at his words. He had never meant to speak them, yet now that they were out in the open, he knew he had never spoken truer words.

Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes brightened. Wisps of hair had come loose from her bun, curling at each temple. Even her conservative teaching robes were seen in a different light as her chest heaved in anger. There was no denying Minerva McGonagall’s beauty and she was never as tempting as during the storms of her temper.

“W-what?”

“Beautiful.”

His fingertips lightly brushed over her silky locks as he cupped her face in his large hands. Her lips thinned even more as she chewed her lip slightly and looked at him, a question in her breathtakingly green eyes.

“Simply beautiful.”

Albus had never enjoyed storms, but as her soft lips returned the intimate caresses of his own, he realized he might learn to, especially if each storm had such a beautiful aftermath.

[alter.ego.alana]

Wow! All of these are so cute! ;D