One Dance At A Time

[QuillofMinerva]

Oh that was a nice chapter Sorry it's taken me a while to actually review. I need to spend more time on the board!

Great chapters girls and what a lovely dance they shared!

[nemi]

I really, really love this story. I love the whole dance-at-a-time idea and you write so beautifully! I have to say this is one of the fanfics I constantly check to see if it's been updated. Their relationship is marvellously portrayed and you keep them both in character very well. Each chapter is full of wonderful surprises!! Update soon; and keep writing- you rock!

[Hogwarts Duo]

A/N: An early Valentine's Day gift from US to YOU! Thanks for your wonderful reviews...not only on this story but our others as well.

Chapter 8

Minerva stood by the main doors to Hogwarts and watched as the students filed by on their way to the carriages. The Hogwarts Express would be leaving within the hour stuffed full with students heading home to spend the summer with their parents. The sky was dark with large black clouds lying ominously low, full of rain waiting to be shed, and the ground was scattered with puddles of mud from the last couple of days of heavy rain.

As the loud hum of students dulled to a whisper the newest professor, Pomona Sprout, sniffed and wiped at her eyes. “I never thought I would be so sad to see them go.”

Minerva smiled, having felt the same way her first year. “It is hard at first but the new school year will be here before you know it. And when the students descend on us again, you will wonder what it was you had missed in the first place.”

The two women had a good laugh together before Professor Sprout answered. “Perhaps if I had an exciting trip to look forward to as well, I would find my melancholy held at bay.”

Minerva looked at the grinning witch and chuckled. “Perhaps.”

“So, when do the two of you leave? I hope there are no last minute meetings you have to deal with before you can get away.”

The darkening sky rumbled ominously and the two women followed the other professors, who had come to see the students off, into the building. A ferocious rainstorm was supposed to break soon. Minerva only hoped the students made it on the train before they were drenched in sheets of rain.

“There are still one or two items to be wrapped up but we are hoping to be off by Monday,”

The two women who had become good friends bid farewell and Pomona headed off towards her office to finish up her end of term grading. Minerva had some grading of her own to finish but found herself in no mood to deal with it. Her mind was too full of her upcoming trip with Albus.

She remembered when he first mentioned traveling the world together. They had been having a private dinner in her rooms one weekend shortly after the beginning of term. He had casually asked her how she would feel traveling to various countries with him.

“…after all my dear, I would like to see the world while I am still young enough to remember and enjoy it.

Minerva nearly spit out her tea and coughed a bit after he had finished speaking. “Pardon me?”

“We certainly don’t have to if you are not up for it. I just thought it would be nice for us to get away for the summer, a change of scenery if you will.” Albus’ eyes had dulled a bit at her surprised statement.

Minerva was speechless. She felt a bit lightheaded and wasn’t sure she was hearing correctly. “You want to go on a trip this coming summer around the world?”

“Just for a bit of fun. I would arrange everything, unless you wanted to take care of a few things yourself.”

Minerva didn’t think it was possible, but his words had her falling even more in love with him. She knew Albus had specifically mentioned this trip for her benefit. Minerva had always dreamed of traveling to far off places and exploring the world. At this point in her life, she hadn’t gone much father than Germany and that had not been for pleasure, but she had always hoped that one day her dream would be fulfilled. Now here was Albus, her love, offering her the opportunity, disguised as a trip for him, when she knew perfectly well he had been around the world at least three times and really had no wish to do it again.

“Of course I would love to go Albus. I would go anywhere with you, all you need do is ask.” Minerva’s smile was radiant as she threw herself into Albus’ arms.

He hugged her back and sought her lips with his own. Minerva put all of her love, passion and thanks into that one kiss, and the moan issuing from Albus’ throat showed that it was well received.

A rumble of thunder and the sudden roar of torrential rains brought Minerva out of her reverie. The sky had turned a dark midnight color with flashes of lightning revealing the sodden landscape. Minerva leaned against the window pane that looked out on the front lawn. She loved this kind of weather. It made her think of new beginnings and second chances.

Her mind weaved its way to her childhood and her first meeting with Albus. How young she had been and how captivated with the tall, red-headed wizard. He had been so kind to her and she laughed when she remembered how horrified she had been to think that she would have to fall in love with him because of their dance. Her mother had soothed her fears as she had always done but it had been in the back of Minerva’s mind for several days after the fact.

Now here she was very much in love with that man. Their relationship had grown slowly, from awe and admiration to a school-girl crush and deep respect to unconditional, head-over-heels love. Minerva felt as if she was destined to be with him, and only him. He had been in her life since a very early age; he knew all of her faults and flaws and he loved her in spite of everything just as she did him.

Their relationship of late had changed in some subtle way. Maybe it was the result of living together or perhaps just a natural progression with years of knowledge of the other behind them. Their usual routine had become like one of their dances, as if something outside of themselves or perhaps deep within them guided their movements. They seemed to know what the other was thinking and Minerva especially could pick up on when Albus had had a rough day or had exciting news to share.

She seemed to know whether he wanted a quiet evening or whether he was looking to be distracted by a night out. Whether he wanted a double scoop of fudge ice cream or a handful of lemon sherbets. It was as if they were connected by more than the simple words of love they had shared and the intense passion of their bodies.

She didn’t know how long she had stood there, entranced by the sight before her and by her trip down memory lane, but she suddenly realized that her back had become stiff. With a stretch Minerva started to turn to leave when a flash of light revealed a figure just coming through the main gates. A figure she would know anywhere. Albus was back from his meeting at the Ministry for Magic.

Without really thinking what she was doing, only knowing that she had missed him these past few weeks as their schedules had become increasingly busy due to the end of term responsibilities, Minerva pushed open the doors and rushed out to greet him. She was only part way there when she realized she was drenched to the skin. Her hair was falling out of its bun and was plastered on her face, as she fell laughing into his open arms.

“Well hello to you too my dear,” he chuckled as he picked her up and whirled her around in the rain. He had missed her so much while he was away and the sight of her running towards him in the pouring rain made his heart race wildly in anticipation. “I was on my way to see you after I had a chance to dry off a bit and change clothes.”

“Who cares about being dry and indoors? The rain feels refreshing, like a cool shot of butterbeer or gillywater on a hot day.” Before he had a chance to answer her, the softest pink lips has pressed against his and he had no choice but to follow his heart and kiss her with everything he had in him. Neither noticed nor cared that the rains were slowly easing and that they were soaked to the bone, their hair plastered to their heads, making it hard for nimble fingers to thread through the long locks of black and auburn.

“I’ve missed you so much this week, Albus,” Minerva whispered against his ear as she continued to hug him in the summer shower. Her breath was hot against his skin, making Albus’ body begin to react to her closeness. “I got quite used to having you hold me at night and since we’ve had to spend the last few nights apart, well I was lonely and found it hard to sleep.”

He set her down gently and drew her flush against his body. “I know how you feel. I’ve tossed and tumbled for the last few nights as well. But now that summer is here, I don’t intend to let you stray too far from my side.” His lips grazed across her cheek on their way to her sensitive ear and a spot which always made her purr with happiness. For several long moments, he enjoyed the soft scent of lavender as he feasted on her neck and ears. His hands were roaming rather freely over her body but always mindful of the chance that someone could be watching. “Perhaps we could go inside and continue this happy reunion? I can think of a much more comfortable setting and we could get rid of these heavy robes and into something less restrictive.”

His seductive voice and the meaning behind his words caused a familiar and arousing warmth to spread through her body yet she begged for a few more moments outside. “Oh no, Albus. Let’s stay outside. You’re always telling me to enjoy life and embrace the world around me. There’s hardly anybody left in the castle. Stay here with me and let’s enjoy the summer rain.”

The look in her eyes and the contentment written so clearly on her face was all it took to cause the great Albus Dumbledore to give in to whatever his lady wanted. “How on earth could I refuse such an intriguing request from such a beautiful woman? Any thoughts on how to best utilize our time here among the falling raindrops?” Minerva shook her head before throwing it back and letting the rain fall across her upturned face. “Well I do,” he mumbled against her exposed throat.

Minerva moaned slightly as his lips settled on one particularly interesting spot at the base of her throat. It took every ounce of her resolve to ask the question burning on her tongue. “And what might that be, my lion?”

“I was hoping a young lady with pretty green eyes would honor me with a dance tonight. And now seems as good a time as any to ask. Care to kick off your shoes and join me in a rain dance?” He pulled back just enough to look into her deep green eyes and see the excitement and love that filled them.

Minerva laughed at his playfulness and the subtle seduction that accompanied it. Without any hesitation, she kicked off her shoes and began to twirl around as he removed his. In seconds, she was being held snugly in his arms, their wet clothes sticking together as they moved gracefully among the falling raindrops with Albus loudly humming a tune.

They moved in unison, no doubt from years of practice and familiarity and yet there was a new passion between them. It was always there, bubbling below the surface but for some reason today…in this rainstorm, she was almost able to reach out and touch the magic surrounding them. It was as real as the man she held in her arms.

While Albus had been away, he had come to the realization that no matter where he went or how many new and exciting people he met, his heart was wherever Minerva happened to be. For weeks he had missed spending time with her, especially at night as he tossed and tumbled in his large bed. Now, here in her arms, it made the separation worth every second of it. As he felt her curvaceous body pressed against his and seeing her as she ran towards him earlier, he knew this was the moment he had waited for. This was the perfect moment to really tell her how he felt about her…about their future.

Suddenly Albus stopped in the middle of the dance and took a step back from her. He took each of her hands in his, turning her palms upwards before placing a lingering kiss to each one. He then folded her hands together and watched as her cupped hands began to gather rain. Lowering his mouth to her hands, he breathed on the few drops now cradled in her delicate hands and the raindrops began to glow, first a bright yellow and then a brilliant white.

Minerva watched in amazement as Albus performed a magic spell she had never heard before. The moment his warm breath blew across her palms, she began to tingle with excitement. Now, as the water in her hands began to take shape, butterflies overtook her stomach as the water took on the form of a stunning diamond. She was so caught up in watching the dazzling gem being formed in her hands she almost missed Albus adding a piece of gold thread to the magical creation held in the palm of her hands.

As soon as the thread touched the glowing diamond, a burst of energy unlike any other Minerva had experienced, surged through the air then disappeared, leaving her with the most beautiful diamond ring with a golden band lying gently in the palm of her hand. The sight of the perfect gem caused her heart to skip a few beats and her mind began to swirl with predictions of what might be ahead. Looking up, her emerald eyes met his sky blue ones, each filled with so much love and passion.

“I was going to propose to you during our summer vacation in some exotic location but this just seemed like the perfect moment.” Albus dropped to one knee and removed the ring from her hand. “Minerva, you make me incredibly happy and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?” As he was speaking, Albus slid the diamond ring onto her finger and waited for her reply.

“I thought you’d never ask,” she laughed before dropping to her knees and engulfing him in a tight embrace, all the while laughing and crying tears of joy. This would be one summer rainstorm she would never forget. She would always have the raindrop diamond to remind her of a perfect summer shower and another new beginning with Albus. Decades ago, she would never have imagined this moment with him but now that she had fallen so deeply in love with him, there was no other man to whom she could give her heart.

TBC...only a few more dances left!

[Jessabelle]

That was one of the most original and romantic proposals I have ever read of. Their summer vacation sounds exciting! Will we see a dance that takes place during one of their pit stops around the world?
- Jess

[EloquentPhoenix]

*Is transfixed* I am, and will forever be, insanely jealous of that proposal! It was absolutely perfect for them. Beautiful as ever, touching as ever and well... what can I say? It only gets better each chapter!

[Herzele]

Wow !! Another wonderful chapter ... The perfect proposal ! It really couldn't have been better .... Loved it !

[tanja]

such a...simply perfect... update!!!

[tayryn]

oh my... that was just... beautiful!!

i... yeah... beautiful!!

[maritelske]

I whole-heartedly agree with everyone before me - that was one of the most bewitching and gorgeous proposals I have ever read (or seen on the screen)! It was absolutely beautiful, and such a stunning image to conjure. I loved the idea of him conjuring a diamond in her hands - replacing the rain drops. That was just divine.

As always, this chapter was perfect. My only problem with it is that with each chapter, I know we're getting closer to the end!

[bee.]

Completely beautiful. Never could I have come up with the idea of such a perfect proposal. I absolutely love rain; enough to base my university off of it. I could never be more jealous of Minerva then now because of her ring. Exquisitely written, and once again Albus' repetitive phrase still makes me smile.
Write soon,
-b

[TheGryffindorSeeker]

great chapter loved it keep up the great work

[nemi]

That was absolutely beautiful! That was one of the most original story scenes I have ever read and you write so wonderfully; it was perfect! Update soon!

[QuillofMinerva]

Oh that was simply beautiful ladies!

Happy Valentines Day

[mcgonagallrules]

Wow!! The ring is just a beautiful thing! I could have never in my wildest imagination created a more perfect proposal. Can't wait for the next installment.

[ismaco]

I don't know why I'm always late on your stories. I don't know why I haven't read this before!

I loved it!! IT's cute, and really romantic. It makes me wonder... why (WHY) can't I have a romantic boyfriend?
Wonderful story... I hope you can update soon.
Love, Isabel

[blackstar]

Hello

Sorry, I haven' reviewd for quite some time.
But I rally love this story Your writin stile is very good.
Can't wait to read more

blackstar

[Hogwarts Duo]

A/N: Thank you all so much for the awesome reviews you've been giving us for this story. We hope this chapter will live up to your expectations.

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“Minerva, everyone is waiting. You’ve got to hurry or we’ll be late.”

“Just another minute or two please, Dad. I’m sure they won’t start without me,” Minerva teased him through the large oak barrier separating them. “I just need to collect my thoughts before facing everyone. Surely you can understand that better than anyone.” The pleading tone in her voice was all it took for Harold McGonagall to grant his little girl anything she wanted, this being no exception.

“I’ll be right outside the door when you’re ready. Take your time…my little girl,” he added in a whisper.

Minerva looked around her room and tried to remember as far back as possible. She had wonderful memories of this place, all of them happy ones. She could not have asked for a better childhood and she was certain that no better set of parents had ever lived. She had been a blessed little girl indeed and no doubt fate had smiled upon her once more.

“So, my cherished mirror, how do I look?” Minerva admired her image in the glass and instantly had a flashback to a very young girl who was dreading a party.

“You look absolutely stunning. You’ll do your parents proud and no doubt that Albus Dumbleodre fellow too. You know I’ve waited years for this day and I’m sorry that it’s finally here.”

“Mirror,” she scolded, “ how can you say such a thing? You’re not supposed to feel sorry, especially today of all days.”

“I don’t begrudge you the day, my dear, just the fact that you will be leaving shortly and I won’t see you as often.”

Minerva reached out and touched the worn wooden frame which held the looking glass in place. This mirror had been in her family for generations and had seen more than its’ share of McGonagall women but Minerva had always had a special rapport with the magical object. On more than one occasion she had poured out her heart in practice for some grand speech to be made to her parents. She had agonized for days over the exact words to use when asking her parents for permission to spend a month in the south of France. It was in front of this very mirror that she had daydreamed of this very day.

“Silly mirror. I’m surprised mother didn’t tell you. You’re not staying here after I’m gone. In fact, you may very well never see this room again so be sure to memorize every detail.”

“They’re packing me away to the attic, then? I wondered when I would become useless to the McGonagall clan. What with all the advances in magic and animating objects, I suppose it was only a matter of time.”

“Stop being so dramatic, mirror, or I will leave you here when I move the rest of my things to Hogwarts!” Minerva smiled at her image in the glass as she paused to let her words register. “Yes, you heard me correctly. Father and Albus have arranged everything and you’ll be waiting for me in our rooms just as soon as we return. I couldn’t bare to part with you any more than I could my wand. Merlin knows I should have moved you there sooner.”

“You mean I’m being moved to a new home…with you? I thought for sure my useful days were over and done.” A short silence passed between them before the mirror spoke again. “Thank you Minerva. I promise to always speak the truth about what I see.”

“Then I couldn’t ask for anything more from you, mirror. But I must ask you to do one thing for me. On the days when I begin to complain about duty and obligations, remind me that it was a familial duty that permitted me to meet Albus and without that meeting this day might never have come to pass.”

“I promise but if you don’t stop your walk down memory lane, you might very well miss this day and then where would we be? I’ll tell you…we’d be stuck up here in this lovely room for the rest of your days. Well, maybe you wouldn’t be imprisoned here but I most certainly would.” Minerva laughed at the dry wit of her mirror. It truly was a wonder why she hadn’t thought to bring it with her when she first started teaching.

“Mirror, tell me what you see…honestly.” Minerva twirled around in front of the mirror so that it could have a proper look at her from all angles. Her heart beat fast in her chest as she waited for his appraisal of her.

“I see the little girl who danced in front of me with delight when she got a new book. I also see the brilliant young lass who took top honors in her class when she graduated from Hogwarts.” Minerva gave the mirror a smile and a wink. “And then there’s the flirtatious young woman who found her hearts desire and never stopped until she won him. And now, standing before me, I see the most beautiful McGonagall bride that has ever lived.”

Minerva felt tears prickling in the backs of her eyes. True, she had heard similar words of praise and approval from her best friend and her mother but they were supposed to compliment her, especially on her wedding day. The mirror, on the other hand, had nothing at all to gain or lose by speaking the truth as he saw it. “Thank you.” Minerva reached out and touched the glass reverently. “I’ll see you in a bit. I’ll be back to change before we apparate to our honeymoon destination.” Minerva leaned closer to the mirror. “You wouldn’t happen to know where that might be, now would you Mirror?”

“Even if I did, I wouldn’t tell. It would spoil the surprise. Now, hurry up. I’m sure they’re all awaiting the arrival of the bride.”

Minerva smoothed down her dress once more before summoning her father to escort her to the grand affair. When she opened the door, the look on her father’s face spoke volumes of the love he held for her in his heart. “My dear little girl…you are beautiful. You remind me of your mother on our wedding day, a vision of grace and elegance, charm and beauty, spirit and passion all rolled into the perfect woman.” He kissed her cheeks and held her close for a long moment as he relished this last moment alone with his daughter. “Now I’m afraid that if we don’t hurry along, Albus will send out a search party for you. He’s already sent Aberforth twice to make sure everything was alright with you. Took me nearly ten minutes the last time to convince him that this sort of thing was normal for a bride.”

“Then we’d best not keep them waiting any longer. I’m ready now. I just needed to sort out a few things for myself before going downstairs.”

“I’m sure the mirror told you everything you needed to know and then some,” he laughed as he escorted Minerva down the staircase and into the gardens.

A more perfect day could not have been imagined when Minerva and Albus were planning their wedding day. From the blue sky overhead to the immaculate gardens with all its’ blooming foliage seemed to be something from a dream. Minerva stood back and admired the scene before her, drinking in the sights and sounds of the event long before anyone realized she was there.

It was a small affair for all the right reasons. Safety and security were atop the list of reasons but those were secondary in nature. Albus and Minerva had decided to invite only a few guests each. Neither of them had been keen on having a grand wedding with large numbers of guests and responsibilities to go along with it. They had even toyed with the idea of eloping but that idea was quickly discarded. In the end, they each wrote down the names of those most important to them and after studying the list, they came to the conclusion that they were of the same mind. Family and a few mutual friends were all they needed for their celebration of love.

Minerva felt her father squeeze her arm reassuringly as he took a deep breath. “Well, my sweet, this is it. I love you and your mother and I couldn’t be happier for you. Albus is a very lucky man today.”

“So am I,” she answered as her eyes caught the first glimpse of Albus standing among the prized roses where they had shared their first kiss. He was dressed from head to toe in the most spectacular shade of blue. In later years, Minerva would swear that she could see his blue eyes twinkling from the back of the rose garden as he turned to catch her staring at him. He stood tall and proud at the makeshift altar as he eagerly awaited her entrance. Never once giving any indication of any nervousness which might be plaguing him. And then, as if by some unseen command, he turned and smiled at her.

There she stood in all her beauty…his bride, his Minerva. She could feel his eyes raking over her form, drinking in every last drop of her appearance. She was dressed in radiant white with gold edging around the sleeves and hemline and her long dark hair was twisted into some elegant knot. She could practically see the surge of pride and joy swelling in his chest as he saw her for the first time that day. The bodice of the dress molded perfectly to her breasts and slender waist while the skirt moved with just the right amount of flare as she walked and given the smile playing about his face, he had surely noticed. The small bouquet of flowers held nearly effortlessly in her hands paled in comparison to the rosy complexion of her cheeks and lips as she blushed beneath his gaze, the color no doubt having been stolen from the roses themselves.

As she neared the altar to stand with him before the wizard chosen to bond them for all of eternity, Minerva could feel her heartbeat in the hollow of her throat. Every little girl dreams of her wedding day and if Minerva was truly honest with herself, this is exactly what she had dreamed of all those years ago, back in the days when she at first thought it unnerving to contemplate marriage to one Albus Dumbledore after a dinner party.

But as she placed her hands in his and stared into those blue eyes, all those doubts and fears seemed to melt away like the winter snow. Never before had she been so sure of anything in her entire life and by the look of extreme excitement and happiness in his face, neither had he.

The ceremony itself was steeped in ancient rituals and traditions passed down for generations. The Dumbledore and the McGonagall family lines were honored in one way or another at the ceremony, adding a more personal touch to the otherwise standard bonding ritual. Unbeknownst to her parents, Minerva had chosen to be completely bound to Albus after much debate between the couple. He felt it would be cheating her out of decades of adventures and experiences since he was so much older. However, once Minerva explained to him that her life had revolved around him in one way or another since their first meeting and that she had no plans to change now, he had agreed to her terms.

Everyone in attendance remarked on the absolute beauty and simplicity of the entire affair. Laughter peeled through the garden as the small group mingled and celebrated in grand style while the happy couple made it a point to speak with each of their guests. The food had been provided by one of Albus’ favorite restaurants and of course the spirits had been a gift from the McGonagall clan, though they really had no need for the vast amounts of ale and whisky set aside for the day.

As dusk began to fall upon the manner, the wedding feast was assembled and the guests were invited to sit down to a proper meal. Aberforth surprised the entire group with a heartfelt toast to the bride and groom, leaving barely a dry eye among the crowd. Minerva’s father, too, offered up his words of happiness and appreciation on behalf of himself and Athena. He had already given Albus a private though idle warning about harming his daughter in any way for as long as he drew breath. Deep down, Harold knew there was no need for such a threat but as the father of the bride, it was to be expected and Albus took it all in stride vowing never to be the cause of any pain in her life.

“As much as we’re enjoying this party held in our honor, I do think it’s time we bid you all a good night,” Albus announced as the dessert dishes were being cleared away by the eager house elves. “Minerva and I still have some traveling to do tonight and while your company is most agreeable, I’d like to spend some time with my bride on our wedding day.” That little remark earned him a playful swat on the arm and a blush on his cheeks as several of the more spirited McGonagall men began to make jokes before being properly scolded by Harold.

Back in her rooms, Albus and Minerva hastily changed into traveling robes and packed their wedding attire properly for storage. “I’ll see you in a few days,” Minerva softly spoke to the mirror.

“What was that my dear?” Albus walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her back against him as they stared at their reflections in the mirror.

“Oh nothing. I was merely saying a farewell to an old friend as I start my new journey with you.”

Albus dropped a kiss to the side of her neck and watched as her eyes fluttered closed. “You know, the mirror was right. You did make a magnificent bride today.” His warm breath blew across her ear teasingly, sending ripples of excitement racing through her.

Her eyes flew open and she turned her head slightly to look into his face. “When did you have a chance to talk to my mirror without my knowing it? I’ve been in this room for most of the day. The only time I left was…”

“Yes. Thanks to your mother, I was able to have a private word with the mirror myself. He told me how happy you were and how radiant you looked in your gown. He even gave me a few compliments on my attire as well.” He laughed softly. “Yes, I think the mirror and I are going to get along famously. After all, we have excellent taste in women. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“You are a barmy codger, do you know that? A daft but loveable codger and I’ve never been happier.”

“Not even after the time we…”

“Albus! Not in front of the mirror!” she scolded. “I think it’s time you were taking me on this honeymoon, don’t you?”

“Yes but there is one thing I’d like to do before we leave, if that’s alright with you. I’ve made all the arrangements so if you’ll follow me, we’ll be on our way soon. Mirror, we’ll see you at Hogwarts when we return. Keep an eye on the place for us, won’t you?”

Downstairs the sounds of a small party still in full swing could be heard at Albus led Minerva down the back staircase and out into the cool night air. Minerva wanted desperately to ask where he was taking her but he seemed to have everything under complete control. Following him as quietly as she could, Minerva suddenly felt like a little girl again, sneaking off with the boy she loved more than anything and in some ways she was right. Only the boy was a man and she was his blushing bride.

Her curiosity was about to get the better of her when suddenly they stopped. Albus bowed from the waist and took her hand gingerly in his. “This is where we shared our first dance, my dear, all those years ago. Never in my wildest dreams did I anticipate falling in love with the little girl I danced with that night after she was all grown up. And now, I can’t imagine my life without her. You are my everything and you have taken me for a walk among the stars today.”

“Oh Albus, I feel the same way. Every dance we’ve ever shared has been emblazoned in my memory, starting with our very first.”

“Call me old fashioned but I couldn’t let our wedding day end without one very important custom being observed.” Minerva’s eyes sparkled in the dim light, her heart beating faster than before. “I was hoping a young lady with pretty green eyes would honor me with a dance this evening. Just one for the time being, mind you. I have an extremely important date with a beautiful woman in an exotic location tonight and I wouldn’t miss that for the world.”

Minerva smiled and pulled him against her body as her arms wound around his neck. Her soft lips brushed against his briefly before she rested her head upon his chest. “I love you, Albus Dumbledore,” she confessed quietly as they moved in an all too familiar fashion.

“Our first dance as man and wife,” he quietly proclaimed. “How fitting that it should be held where our very first dance took place all those years ago. But it certainly won’t be our last. I have another sort of dance in mind for later, if you’re interested.” His voice was filled with desire and Minerva knew that tone all too well. It could only mean wonderful things for them and no doubt he had gone to great lengths to make their wedding night even more memorable than the wedding itself.

“During our first dance you told me that you hoped I didn’t mind if you led. Well, I’ve been following your lead ever since that day and I have no intentions of changing now.” She leaned up and planted a rather passionate kiss to his lips. “Now, if you’d be so kind as to lead me out of the garden and into a more private setting, I’d like to show you my new nightgown. I’m sure you’ll find it quite revealing,” she purred. “And then, if you’re still interested, we can continue our dancing but in a much more enjoyable fashion.”

“You, Mrs. Dumbledore, read my mind.”

TBC...only two more dances to go!

[EloquentPhoenix]

Wow... yeah, just wow. *Is awed* It was so beautiful, I can feel all of the emotion in the entire chapter all bubbling under the surface. I could almost cry. Happy tears of course. 2 more dances! Is that all? It's been... perfect. Of course it lived up to my expectations, I've said it before, it only gets better each chapter! I shall be sad to see the end, but it will remain, for me, one of the most amazingly beautiful Albus/Min stories I have ever read. I'd say update soon, but it's just bringing us closer to the last dance. I'm torn between wanting to read the final 2 chapters and not wanting it to end.

[tanja]

this one was brilliant ! Even more than the other ones. I had tears rolling down my cheeks...
but there´re only 2 left That´s a very sad thought...

[tayryn]

that was a beautiful read after a long, busy day! thank you!!

[Jessabelle]

Too cute!

[nemi]

That was absolutely beautiful. It was one of the most stunning wedding scenes I've ever read and this is one of the best stories I've ever come across in about two and a half years of reading! It was wonderfully written and your ideas are great; I loved the mirror scenes! The one and only thing about this story that saddens me is the fact that there are only two dances left! I don't want this fic to end! The whole story has been fantastic; great job and keep it up!

[Trulyamused]

Beautiful. I love the conversation with mirror.
The first and last dance in the garden was a very heartfelt inclusion.

I'm looking forward to the next parts.

thank you,

Truly

[TheGryffindorSeeker]

wow loved tht chapter...so...awwww lol. loved it keep up great work

[Herzele]

What a wonderful wedding !!! Great update, as usual !!!!!!!!!

Only two more to go ? *sniff* That's sad ...

[nena]

That was really wonderful! I love the mirror! I can't believe it's almost over! This has been such a great story, I'm so in awe of you writing...

Can't wait for the next two!

[mcgonagallrules]

Wow! I've said it before and I will say it again...I love this story! You hold me captivated by your stories and this one in particular!
Sad to note that there are only two more installments. :-( This is one story that I hate to see end.

[Alesia]

Ladies, the conversation with the mirror has to be one of the best dialog exchanges I have read.

I can't wait to see what the last two dances are like.

[ginger newts]

Awwwww. I think this chapter is my favourite so far. I love the conversation with the mirror at the beginning and the way Albus asked for one more dance in the same place as their first. This whole chapter was absolutely lovely, and you described everything so clearly. Well done!

(Sorry it took me so long to review...)

[Hogwarts Duo]

Chapter 10

Minerva McGonagall sat in the windowsill and stared out across the blackness which had engulfed the grounds of Hogwarts. Obviously, Albus’ meeting with the Board of Governors had run longer than he had originally anticipated, meaning he would be tired and frustrated when he returned to the school. She was just about to draft an urgent owl requesting his immediate return to the school for pressing matters when her eyes caught a faint glimpse of him walking wearily towards the main entrance. A few moments later she heard the distinct sounds of the revolving staircase, knowing it was bringing the most important man in her life closer and closer.

“I was about to give up all hope of ever seeing you again, sweetheart.” Minerva’s smile, he had often said, could banish even the most dismal of his moods and she sincerely hoped that would be the case tonight. She noted the way his shoulders slumped and his return smile did not quite reach his blue eyes.

“The Board members felt it necessary to discuss everything and nothing at all. I felt like they were only there so they didn’t have to be somewhere else and the longer the meeting ran, the more I kept thinking about being here…with you.” Albus had crossed the room and was now standing in front of Minerva, his lips brushing tenderly across hers.

A warmth flooded Minerva’s body as she felt his soft lips on hers and the love that passed between them. “Here, take off these heavy robes and I’ll make you a cup of cocoa.” Before he had a second to protest, Minerva had removed his outer robes and tossed them to a nearby chair as she set about to unfasten the next layer of clothing. Once she was satisfied he was as comfortable as could be without being in their bed totally starkers and in her arms, she led him over to the sofa and guided him to sit.

No words were spoken between them as Minerva waved her wand and produced a perfect mug of Dumbledore cocoa and one steaming cup of her favorite blend of tea. She watched as he savored the first few sips as she waved her wand once more, banishing his shoes to a distant corner and replacing his worn socks with softer, fluffier ones.

“You always know exactly what I need, my dear. How is that?” Albus pulled Minerva into his arms and kissed her hard on the lips, leaving her no time to answer his question. “All the way home I could think of nothing but you and now here you are spoiling me like I’ve done something spectacular to deserve it.”

“I do things for you because I love you and I want to see you happy. I knew you’d have a rough night and my goal was to make you forget all about those stressful hours and focus on making the best of the remainder of this day.” Minerva snuggled deeper into Albus’ arms and a companionable silence descended upon the room as they found comfort in the closeness of the other.

Albus wasted no time in finishing his cocoa and banishing the mug to the kitchen. His arms wound tightly around Minerva and held her close, resting his cheek on the top of her head. “There was talk tonight about a ball being held to celebrate my election as Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards,” he spoke softly.

“Hmm, that would explain the rather formidable looking owl which flew in here not long ago. Took me a good five minutes to convince the ruddy bird to give me the bit of parchment but not before she bit my finger.” Minerva produced her slender index finger for Albus’ inspection, which he promptly kissed then drew into his mouth as her eyes closed in happiness.

“I’m terribly sorry you had to suffer, my love,” he spoke softly but with a hint of teasing laced in his voice. “But what did the letter say?” He continued kissing each of her delicate fingers and began working his way across her palm and upwards to her wrist as she answered.

“It looked rather formal so I didn’t open it. I thought perhaps I should wait on you.” Minerva summoned the owl into her free hand and waited for Albus to realize what she had done. With an audible groan of frustration, he released her hand and took the letter, breaking the seal and mumbling softly as he read the official invitation.

Minerva could tell by Albus’ expression that the letter most likely should have waited until morning if their pleasant atmosphere was to be maintained.

“I’ll not go,” he groused irritably. “The very least they could have done was to consult the guest of honor instead of planning it around their schedules.” Albus crumpled up the paper and started to toss it into the fire but Minerva stopped him before it was too late.

“Calm down and tell me what this is all about, please.”

“Read it and see for yourself,” he snapped. “Weeks and weeks of planning…careful to keep it all a secret…no respect for the plans of others…” Albus was now pacing and mumbling to himself as Minerva read the invitation to a ball being held for Albus, just as he had forewarned, in celebration of his recent accolade.

When she finished reading the contents, Minerva somewhat understood his agitation. “Sweetheart, we will have other chances to celebrate our wedding anniversary. And in all fairness, they weren’t to know the day was special to you…to us.” She rose from her place on the couch and wrapped her arms around him from behind, resting her cheek against his back while her hands slipped beneath his shirt to caress his warm skin. Her nails raked gently over his chest, something she knew always aroused him.

“Agreed. They had no way of knowing but at the very least they could have asked me about the date before the invitations were sent.” He turned around in her embrace and ran his hands up her arms and across her shoulders until they were cupping her cheeks. “Besides, I had something special planned this year and everything has been arranged for weeks now. We were going to spend the weekend away from here, just the two of us, and now we’re going to have to spend at least part of that weekend doing tedious social duties.”

Minerva felt the pain in his voice as she realized just how serious the situation was becoming. “We could always go to the ball and then continue on with your plans that night or the following day.” Her hands came up and covered his, pulling them down to her lips so she could kiss his palms. “It would be rude if the guest of honor didn’t show and unless you’re willing to tell the entire wizarding world that all this time they’ve been speculating about our relationship, we’ve actually been married…”

“You know that’s not possible, my dear. It’s too risky, though I’d love to see the looks on some of their faces.”

“So would I…especially those perky young witches who are constantly trying to win your attention and making sure they use every means necessary to do it.” Though she understood the fascination and attractiveness of her husband to the opposite sex, she often found it exasperating to watch them flirt shamelessly with him as he did his best to ignore their escapades.

Albus leaned down and kissed her deeply, slipping his tongue inside her mouth as his hands worked to remove her garments. The instant that he touched her skin, she moaned, knowing full well that neither would see sleep for quite some time. Without ever breaking their kiss, he scooped her into his arms and carried her off to bed, where he once again proved that there was no other woman in the world for him, except her.

The ball and his earlier frustrations were discarded as they shared the remaining moments of the day in a much more enjoyable manner. There would be plenty of time in the next few days to grumble and complain about the disruption of their plans.

“I still don’t see why I can’t fake an illness or claim that some rather important matter came up unexpectedly. I’m sure they would understand and we could say that you have to stay in order to oversee matters at the school.”

Minerva put down her brush on the dressing table and twisted her body halfway around to look Albus face to face. “Because you know as well as I that it would only raise more questions if we used either of those excuses. The papers would be filled with speculations about what was more urgent than attending your own party or that you were at deaths’ door fighting for your life while the rest of us partied in your honor!”

Albus dropped down onto the side of the bed and sighed heavily. “You’re right but I’m sorry about it ruining our anniversary plans. I wanted this year to be special, especially since I’ve had to devote even more time to things other than you and our marriage.”

Minerva stood and walked slowly towards him, her white silk dressing gown clinging to her every curve. Using her leg against his knees she parted his legs and stepped between them, placing a finger beneath his chin to turn his face up to hers. “Nothing about our anniversary has been ruined, merely delayed. So what if we don’t get to leave exactly when planned? It’s a small price to pay for our privacy and safety. Besides, I’ve started looking at this as a way of celebrating our love with thousands of our closest friends,” she laughed.

“Many of whom will no doubt be vying for your husbands amorous attentions,” he pointed out with a hint of devilishness in his voice and a wiggling of his eyebrows.

“Perhaps…but I trust my husband to rebuff their advances and if memory serves me correctly, he usually returns home and ravishes me with a renewed passion. I’ve never been one to complain about that.” She leaned her head down closer to his, her lips a breath away from his. “Now, how about you put on those new robes I bought for you and let’s get this over with. The sooner we arrive…” she paused to kiss his lips softly, “…the sooner we can leave.” She finished by nipping at his ear while his hands roamed over her back to cup her firm bottom, giving it a needful squeeze.

It took more than an hour to finally dress for the party, what with Albus’ playfulness towards his wife and his reluctance to attend the party. But in the end, Minerva had won the battle of wills and promised him they could leave at the first opportunity. Squeezing his hand within hers then subtly dropping it to loop her arm through his, they were announced at the ball and the party officially began.

Minerva couldn’t remember ever attending such a grand affair. Even the Ministry party thrown in Albus’ honor when he defeated Grindelwald hadn’t been this ostentatious. Of course, the circumstances for this one were different. The Ministry affair had been organized to celebrate the defeat of a dark lord, to praise the man responsible for his demise, and to honor the fallen. This one, on the other hand, was merely for show, to mingle with the wealthier witches and wizards from all over the world, and to make social connections which might prove beneficial.

Wizard after wizard made it a point to introduce himself to Albus’, no doubt in the hopes of making friends with the most celebrated man in the wizarding world. And witch after witch either introduced herself, her daughter or some available friend in the hopes of catching his eye. Minerva sat back and watched all of it with amusement. She could tell by Albus’ body language and the look in his eyes that he was not enjoying himself in the least, though no one other than her would notice.

“Albus Dumbledore! Do you have any idea how hard it was to find you in this crowd?” A blond haired, blue eyed witch about the age of ninety approached him, dripping with jewels and wreaking of perfume. “Well, never mind. Now that I’ve found you I don’t intend to let you out of my sight for a second.”

“I’m sorry, but have we met before?” Albus looked nervously at Minerva, hoping for her help in the matter or some hint as to the identity of the woman.

“Not exactly but I feel as if I’d known you for years. I’ve often thought of owling you but somehow that just seemed too impersonal and forward. But tonight, I decided to throw caution to the wind and introduce myself to you.” The attractive yet forward witch placed her hand on Albus’ chest and smiled sweetly at him as she winked. “I’m sure we have a lot in common and could have a grand time together, both tonight and in the future.”

Minerva nearly choked on her punch as the woman leaned closer to Albus, no doubt expecting something in return.

“Have you met my date?” Albus reached out and tugged Minerva from her chair and wrapped his arm securely around her waist, ensuring her continued presence by his side. ‘This is Minerva McGonagall. Minerva this is…I’m sorry. I didn’t catch your name.”

“Katherine Ludlow. My father is Ambrose Ludlow from the Wizengamot.” Katherine eyed Minerva with a disapproving eye. “So tell me Minerva, is all of this fanfare as overwhelming as it should be for a professor of modest means?”

Minerva could easily tell that the woman was trying her best to start a disagreement, no doubt in the hopes that she would storm away leaving Albus all alone. “Quite the contrary. I’m more accustomed to the intimate dinner parties where one is allowed to truly get close to their guests but these gatherings do not put me ill at ease. In fact, Albus and I make it a point never to stay long at these little affairs. Isn’t that right, Albus?”

He smiled at the sharp wit and tongue of his lovely wife. “Indeed it is. You see, Katherine, neither of us really cares much for the social circles, though we do attend a few parties each year as is expected by my position. I’m incredibly fortunate that Minerva so easily agrees to accompany me to these things. Otherwise, I fear I’d be bored to tears.”

“That’s because you’ve never given yourself the chance to really explore your options. With another woman by your side, how is anyone else supposed to snag your attentions?” Katherine looked from Albus to Minerva then back to Albus once more. “I’ve seen all those other women lusting after you from a distance yet Miss McGonagall here seems to be oblivious to your charms. Perhaps you’re just not her type…and vice versa.”

Minerva stiffened in his embrace and Albus no doubt felt her tension radiating through her body, her eyes hardening as the woman took a jab unwittingly at their relationship. “I have known Minerva since she was a young lass and I can assure you that I know, better than anyone, her type. And if I’m not being too bold in saying so, I know exactly what she wants and needs in a man.” Minerva squeezed Albus a little harder as he declared his love for her in a mysterious way to the woman before them. “Now, if you’ll excuse us…Minerva, I was hoping a young lady with pretty green eyes would honor me with a dance and that could only mean you.”

Minerva took his hand and allowed him to guide her to the dance floor. For several moments, neither of them spoke but moved fluidly through the motions brought about by years of dancing together. “What you said back there…it was beautiful. Thank you.” Minerva tried hard not to let her façade slip in front of all these important people, though what she really wanted to do was to kiss Albus soundly on the lips.

“I was merely speaking from my heart. It pains me to hear people speaking like that about you and in a sense…us.” Albus twirled Minerva away from his body and then back into his arms, holding her even tighter than before, this time leading her towards the balcony. “I may not be the best husband in the world, but I try my best, Min. I want you to know that. And no matter what, I will always love you with everything in me.”

A single tear slipped down Minerva’s cheek and onto their entwined hands as they slipped from the dance floor to the balcony into the summer air. “Oh Albus, you never have to worry about my doubting you or your devotion to our marriage. I understand the pressures placed on you by all of these people and while it’s unfair, it’s also a testament to your knowledge and power. These people…they trust you and they don’t even know you.” They had stopped dancing and were only pressing their bodies together, swaying slightly to the music from inside. “And if they only knew you, they’d still only manage to love you half as much as I do.”

Minerva could see the blue of Albus’ eyes darkening, even in the faint light from indoors. And if he didn’t stop rubbing those tiny circles along the center of her back, she would not be held responsible for her actions, which in turn might lead to a sensational story on the front page of every wizarding paper in the world.

Albus guided them away from the open doors into a secluded little corner of the balcony and leaned against the wall, bringing Minerva fully against him. He lowered his head to hers but instead of kissing her, he blew a warm breath across her neck and into her ear. “Is this our opportune moment to make our escape?” His voice was husky and his arousal was pressing firmly against Minerva’s thigh, causing her to flush with excitement.

“Indeed it is,” she moaned, her body shifting against his to create a delicious friction between them.

No sooner had she spoken the words, Albus activated a portkey that would take them away from the roaring crowds to a tiny little cottage on the moors, their secluded paradise where they could dance the night away in a more intimate way.

TBC…but only one dance left.