Post by avadagypsy on Apr 24, 2006 7:11:15 GMT -5
Do You Feel That?
Rating: M - for some kisssy kissy touchy touchy!
Authors Note: Hi guys! OK so this is not my first fan fic ever, but it is the first ADMM fic I have ever published anywhere, so feedback is GOOD!
Um – yeh so this is in first person from Albus Dumbledore’s point of view. Enjoy!
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A sharp knock on my office door rips my mind from its contemplating stupor. I have indeed, spent the last two hours staring without any real purpose into the dancing flames of my open fire. It has been over three weeks, but still I have never known my mind to be in such turmoil – I do not know what to think, I do not know how to feel, I do not know what to do.
The fact remains however, that there is currently some unknown being waiting patiently at the other side of my office door, requesting entrance to my rooms. Truthfully, the company of another person is exactly what I don’t desire right now. Unfortunately the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry does not have the luxury of denying the attention of others. I answer the door.
I do not know who I expected to find in the hallway outside my office, but I can assure you that I certainly did not anticipate finding a very familiar emerald eyed, dark haired woman requesting my company. In fact, I had thought that she fully intended to never speak to me again.
In recent years, since the defeat of Grindelwald, Minerva McGonagall and I had become the closest of friends. Her friendship provided me with the outlet I needed. While the rest of the Wizarding World looked at me through eyes of awe and admiration, Minerva alone kept my two feet firmly on the ground. She had fought bravely along side me during the War, and for that reason she knew me. She was not hesitant to remind me that I was only human. Whatever else I had become - famous or honored or revered in our society, she always knew that I was just - human. Merely a man – with an unusually large amount of responsibility it is true – but still, just a man.
It became routine for the two of us to dwell in each others company. She is a keen chess player, and would enjoy nothing more than thrashing me, game after game. Generally speaking I am a gifted strategist but for some reason, Minerva always had the upper hand over me when we played chess.
We would share meals on the weekend; walk together to Hogsmeade for a drink at the Three Broomsticks; engage ourselves in conversation over breakfast in the Great Hall.
On occasion, she would even bring a pile of essays to my study, and we would sit and work together. Not speaking, just working, sitting in a comfortable silence enjoying the company of one and other.
I cannot pinpoint the exact moment that I fell in love with Minerva. All I do know is that it happened. And when I finally realized, it hit me like a slap in the face.
I recall vividly the day I told her how I felt. Three weeks ago, the two of us had taken a walk around the lake in the school grounds. It was a quiet afternoon – much of the student population was spending the day in Hogsmeade shopping, and exploring, and eating far too much candy. The rest were no doubt huddled in their respective common rooms, by blazing fires, chatting, or perhaps catching up on overdue homework. Dark clouds overhead presented the threat of the first snowfall for the season and the air was crisp. I could not help but notice, as I walked beside her, how the cool air caused a flattering red hue to develop on Minerva’s cheeks, and I watched, but didn’t listen as she spoke animatedly, her hands expressing her passion about certain points. I was busy noting the way her dark hair made her skin look like delicate porcelain, and how her emerald eyes burned holes through my own as she looked at me, when she spoke my name.
“Albus?”
The sound of her voice had quickly pulled my attention back to reality.
“I’m sorry my dear, I was miles away.”
She frowned slightly and patted my upper arm softly, “Are you alright Albus? You seem distracted this afternoon.”
I allowed my eyes to drift over the glistening lake and shrugged noncommittally,
“Just enjoying the scenery.”
She gave me a contemplating look, and I knew she did not quite believe me but she turned away and moved to continue our progress along the water edge.
I do not quite understand what motivated me to do what I did next. Perhaps it was a desire to be honest with my friend. Perhaps it was the breeze that whipped a few loose strands of dark hair about her face. Perhaps it was sheer stupidity.
Whatever the case, I found myself gripping her shoulder, and turning her around to look at me.
“Minerva,”
She was staring at me with question blazing in her eyes and all of a sudden I found myself having difficulty forming words.
“I ah…I need to tell you…I mean, you know I consider a great friend, and sometimes friendship can…” I paused, unable to properly articulate what I needed to say. Sighing, I instead took her hand and pressed it firmly upon my chest, directly over my heart.
“Do you feel that?”
I knew very well that my heart was pounding so hard, and so fast beneath her warm hand that it may well have jumped out of my chest, but she merely nodded.
“You do that to me.”
She narrowed her eyes slightly, as if trying to comprehend what I had just said.
Without allowing her time to respond, I found myself moving forward and gently brushing my lips against her own. For a moment, for a split second, I was certain that she responded, but all too quickly she pulled away from me, her expression unreadable, not meeting my eyes. She said nothing but merely shook her head slightly, staring at the ground in front of her before quickly transforming into a small grey Tabby Cat and streaking across the grounds towards the castle as fast as her legs could carry her.
I had tried for days after that to speak to her, to apologize, to make sure she was alright, but she refused to remain in my presence for more than a few seconds.
As I expressed before, I had honestly thought that she fully intended never to speak to me again.
I stand at the threshold of my office door gaping stupidly at the woman before me. She thrusts a bottle of oak-matured mead at me.
“It’s a bottle of Rosmerta’s best – I know you like it…” She trails off, her eyes dancing over the floor in front of her. It appears that she refuses to meet my eyes with hers. To be entirely honest I am glad of that fact – I am unable to look into her eyes without losing my ability for self-control and I know that the last thing I want to do right now is lose it in front of Minerva. Again.
“Minerva, what are you doing here?” My eyes move appreciatively over her shapely figure. She is tall, but not taller than myself, and the thin underrobes that she wears tonight hug the curves of her figure, causing me to shudder involuntarily.
“I – I – to be honest I am not sure…maybe I should just leave?”
She turns to depart but I reach for her upper arm before she can do so.
“No. Please. Don’t go.”
Her eyes flick towards my hand which is still gripping her arm tightly. I quickly release her from my grasp and gesture silently to the interior of my office and she moves gracefully inside. I follow close behind.
“Albus, I –”
I shake my head, “You don’t need to do this, I understand – ”
“No please, let me finish. I – I’ve been thinking. A lot. And I – it just wouldn’t work, would it? You and me I mean. You – you’re, well, you. You’re so well known, and respected and – you’re the headmaster. My boss.” She places heavy emphasis on her last sentence, as if trying to convince herself of her point also, and I realize that she does not believe a word she is saying.
“No,” I say softly, almost to myself, “No, I’m just a man. That’s all. And you know that Minerva. I know you do.”
She nods slowly. She knows it is true.
“I’m sorry” she shakes her head moving toward me slightly, and I grip her shoulders, looking closely at her face, her delicate features, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
“Don’t be.”
For the first time tonight she allows me to look into the deep green of her eyes. I see vulnerability, I see sadness, but most of all, swimming in the utmost depths of her emerald orbs, I see desire.
Without breaking our gaze, I place the bottle of Mead that I am holding in a death-grip onto the table beside us.
Her hand moves to caress my cheek and my skin burns under her touch.
“I’ve missed you,” she admits, so softly that I have to strain to hear her.
She is very close to me now. I can feel her warm breath on my face, her fingers tangling themselves softly in my hair.
“I know.” I manage to utter, before she presses her lips firmly against my own. Feverishly, anxiously, desperately seeking comfort.
After what seems like hours, we break apart but this time she does not run from me. I can hear her breathing heavily close to my ear, and register blindly that she is pulling me by my hand, through my office, past my sitting room and into my bedroom.
Her eyes are blazing as she kisses me again. And again. I understand nothing but what her lips are doing to my own, and so am somewhat surprised when I find myself stumbling onto my bed, Minerva’s body writhing softly beneath my own.
I stop, breaking our kiss and look into her face. Her cheeks are flushed, and unspoken questions fly between the two of us. She does not speak, but merely nods, and I take that as her consent. Her approval.
I take to exploring her body with my lips, slowly, excruciatingly almost. Every inch, every curve, every crevice I claim as my own. Minerva gasps, and moans softly beneath me, her eyes closed, but when I finally unite the two of us together in throes of passion, I make sure that her eyes are looking exactly where they should be. Into mine.
Some time later, with Minerva laying, exhausted in my arms I whisper the ultimate question into her ear.
“Minerva?”
“Mmm…”
“What made you change your mind?”
She says nothing, but merely takes my hand and places it firmly upon her chest, directly over her heart. It is racing, bounding against the palm of my hand, and I chuckle softly as she whispers back.
“Do you feel that?”
Finite!
Rating: M - for some kisssy kissy touchy touchy!
Authors Note: Hi guys! OK so this is not my first fan fic ever, but it is the first ADMM fic I have ever published anywhere, so feedback is GOOD!
Um – yeh so this is in first person from Albus Dumbledore’s point of view. Enjoy!
____________________________________________________
A sharp knock on my office door rips my mind from its contemplating stupor. I have indeed, spent the last two hours staring without any real purpose into the dancing flames of my open fire. It has been over three weeks, but still I have never known my mind to be in such turmoil – I do not know what to think, I do not know how to feel, I do not know what to do.
The fact remains however, that there is currently some unknown being waiting patiently at the other side of my office door, requesting entrance to my rooms. Truthfully, the company of another person is exactly what I don’t desire right now. Unfortunately the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry does not have the luxury of denying the attention of others. I answer the door.
I do not know who I expected to find in the hallway outside my office, but I can assure you that I certainly did not anticipate finding a very familiar emerald eyed, dark haired woman requesting my company. In fact, I had thought that she fully intended to never speak to me again.
***
In recent years, since the defeat of Grindelwald, Minerva McGonagall and I had become the closest of friends. Her friendship provided me with the outlet I needed. While the rest of the Wizarding World looked at me through eyes of awe and admiration, Minerva alone kept my two feet firmly on the ground. She had fought bravely along side me during the War, and for that reason she knew me. She was not hesitant to remind me that I was only human. Whatever else I had become - famous or honored or revered in our society, she always knew that I was just - human. Merely a man – with an unusually large amount of responsibility it is true – but still, just a man.
It became routine for the two of us to dwell in each others company. She is a keen chess player, and would enjoy nothing more than thrashing me, game after game. Generally speaking I am a gifted strategist but for some reason, Minerva always had the upper hand over me when we played chess.
We would share meals on the weekend; walk together to Hogsmeade for a drink at the Three Broomsticks; engage ourselves in conversation over breakfast in the Great Hall.
On occasion, she would even bring a pile of essays to my study, and we would sit and work together. Not speaking, just working, sitting in a comfortable silence enjoying the company of one and other.
I cannot pinpoint the exact moment that I fell in love with Minerva. All I do know is that it happened. And when I finally realized, it hit me like a slap in the face.
I recall vividly the day I told her how I felt. Three weeks ago, the two of us had taken a walk around the lake in the school grounds. It was a quiet afternoon – much of the student population was spending the day in Hogsmeade shopping, and exploring, and eating far too much candy. The rest were no doubt huddled in their respective common rooms, by blazing fires, chatting, or perhaps catching up on overdue homework. Dark clouds overhead presented the threat of the first snowfall for the season and the air was crisp. I could not help but notice, as I walked beside her, how the cool air caused a flattering red hue to develop on Minerva’s cheeks, and I watched, but didn’t listen as she spoke animatedly, her hands expressing her passion about certain points. I was busy noting the way her dark hair made her skin look like delicate porcelain, and how her emerald eyes burned holes through my own as she looked at me, when she spoke my name.
“Albus?”
The sound of her voice had quickly pulled my attention back to reality.
“I’m sorry my dear, I was miles away.”
She frowned slightly and patted my upper arm softly, “Are you alright Albus? You seem distracted this afternoon.”
I allowed my eyes to drift over the glistening lake and shrugged noncommittally,
“Just enjoying the scenery.”
She gave me a contemplating look, and I knew she did not quite believe me but she turned away and moved to continue our progress along the water edge.
I do not quite understand what motivated me to do what I did next. Perhaps it was a desire to be honest with my friend. Perhaps it was the breeze that whipped a few loose strands of dark hair about her face. Perhaps it was sheer stupidity.
Whatever the case, I found myself gripping her shoulder, and turning her around to look at me.
“Minerva,”
She was staring at me with question blazing in her eyes and all of a sudden I found myself having difficulty forming words.
“I ah…I need to tell you…I mean, you know I consider a great friend, and sometimes friendship can…” I paused, unable to properly articulate what I needed to say. Sighing, I instead took her hand and pressed it firmly upon my chest, directly over my heart.
“Do you feel that?”
I knew very well that my heart was pounding so hard, and so fast beneath her warm hand that it may well have jumped out of my chest, but she merely nodded.
“You do that to me.”
She narrowed her eyes slightly, as if trying to comprehend what I had just said.
Without allowing her time to respond, I found myself moving forward and gently brushing my lips against her own. For a moment, for a split second, I was certain that she responded, but all too quickly she pulled away from me, her expression unreadable, not meeting my eyes. She said nothing but merely shook her head slightly, staring at the ground in front of her before quickly transforming into a small grey Tabby Cat and streaking across the grounds towards the castle as fast as her legs could carry her.
I had tried for days after that to speak to her, to apologize, to make sure she was alright, but she refused to remain in my presence for more than a few seconds.
As I expressed before, I had honestly thought that she fully intended never to speak to me again.
***
I stand at the threshold of my office door gaping stupidly at the woman before me. She thrusts a bottle of oak-matured mead at me.
“It’s a bottle of Rosmerta’s best – I know you like it…” She trails off, her eyes dancing over the floor in front of her. It appears that she refuses to meet my eyes with hers. To be entirely honest I am glad of that fact – I am unable to look into her eyes without losing my ability for self-control and I know that the last thing I want to do right now is lose it in front of Minerva. Again.
“Minerva, what are you doing here?” My eyes move appreciatively over her shapely figure. She is tall, but not taller than myself, and the thin underrobes that she wears tonight hug the curves of her figure, causing me to shudder involuntarily.
“I – I – to be honest I am not sure…maybe I should just leave?”
She turns to depart but I reach for her upper arm before she can do so.
“No. Please. Don’t go.”
Her eyes flick towards my hand which is still gripping her arm tightly. I quickly release her from my grasp and gesture silently to the interior of my office and she moves gracefully inside. I follow close behind.
“Albus, I –”
I shake my head, “You don’t need to do this, I understand – ”
“No please, let me finish. I – I’ve been thinking. A lot. And I – it just wouldn’t work, would it? You and me I mean. You – you’re, well, you. You’re so well known, and respected and – you’re the headmaster. My boss.” She places heavy emphasis on her last sentence, as if trying to convince herself of her point also, and I realize that she does not believe a word she is saying.
“No,” I say softly, almost to myself, “No, I’m just a man. That’s all. And you know that Minerva. I know you do.”
She nods slowly. She knows it is true.
“I’m sorry” she shakes her head moving toward me slightly, and I grip her shoulders, looking closely at her face, her delicate features, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
“Don’t be.”
For the first time tonight she allows me to look into the deep green of her eyes. I see vulnerability, I see sadness, but most of all, swimming in the utmost depths of her emerald orbs, I see desire.
Without breaking our gaze, I place the bottle of Mead that I am holding in a death-grip onto the table beside us.
Her hand moves to caress my cheek and my skin burns under her touch.
“I’ve missed you,” she admits, so softly that I have to strain to hear her.
She is very close to me now. I can feel her warm breath on my face, her fingers tangling themselves softly in my hair.
“I know.” I manage to utter, before she presses her lips firmly against my own. Feverishly, anxiously, desperately seeking comfort.
After what seems like hours, we break apart but this time she does not run from me. I can hear her breathing heavily close to my ear, and register blindly that she is pulling me by my hand, through my office, past my sitting room and into my bedroom.
Her eyes are blazing as she kisses me again. And again. I understand nothing but what her lips are doing to my own, and so am somewhat surprised when I find myself stumbling onto my bed, Minerva’s body writhing softly beneath my own.
I stop, breaking our kiss and look into her face. Her cheeks are flushed, and unspoken questions fly between the two of us. She does not speak, but merely nods, and I take that as her consent. Her approval.
I take to exploring her body with my lips, slowly, excruciatingly almost. Every inch, every curve, every crevice I claim as my own. Minerva gasps, and moans softly beneath me, her eyes closed, but when I finally unite the two of us together in throes of passion, I make sure that her eyes are looking exactly where they should be. Into mine.
Some time later, with Minerva laying, exhausted in my arms I whisper the ultimate question into her ear.
“Minerva?”
“Mmm…”
“What made you change your mind?”
She says nothing, but merely takes my hand and places it firmly upon her chest, directly over her heart. It is racing, bounding against the palm of my hand, and I chuckle softly as she whispers back.
“Do you feel that?”
Finite!
Great fic!!! 
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