An Answer To My Dreams

[Hogwarts Duo]

An Answer To My Dreams

Summary: Armando Dippet’s retiring and it falls to Albus to find a new Transfiguration Professor. But, as Fate would have it, he finds more than his replacement and dreams come true. ADMM

Rated: M for a later chapter

Raindrops pelted the windowpane and slipped gracefully down the glass until they joined the millions of other raindrops in a puddle outside the window. The rain was coming down steadily, harder at times than others, but a constant shower from the dark skies above.

Minerva rolled over in bed and opened one bleary eye then the other, half expecting the rain to fade once she looked out the window. But unlike in the dream she was having before the rain invaded her consciousness, the skies were a dull gray and weeping. Drawing the sheet around her a little tighter, she stared outdoors but her spirits weren’t dampened as the earth outside. Today was going to be a wonderful day. She could feel it.

She stretched her entire body, feeling and hearing the vertebrae in her back popping slightly, giving her a refreshing sensation. A smile began to curl about her lips as she closed her eyes and remembered her dream.

She had been lying in her bed but the sun was shining through her now damp windows. It was a beautiful Spring day and birds were singing outside. There was a faint smell of flowers, no doubt from the nearby bouquet on the nightstand near her bed. But there was something even better about the dream than the flowers, the sunshine, or the bluebird’s lark. There was someone there with her. For once, she was not alone when she woke and it felt delightful.

The man in her dream had been faceless—well, to a certain extent. She could easily tell that he had soft pink lips, slightly parted since in her dream he was still asleep. And a beard. Oh, yes, that beard which had so aroused her in this dream. She could still feel the tiny hairs tickling her, heightening her senses, all along her bare chest, arms, even her stomach as the tip of his beard danced along her naval.

With her eyes closed, Minerva concentrated on trying to remember more about her mystery man. She’d seen him on more than one occasion in her dreams, more often of late, but he was always unrecognizable. This was, in fact, the most she had ever been able to remember about him. Slowly, she was beginning to put the pieces of the puzzle in place, desperately hoping to get a look at her dream lover’s face before long. Long ago, she had begun to take the time to memorize every other detail about him through various dreams. Even down to the peculiar-shaped scar on one of his knees.

Her mind drifted back through the memories of her dreams. She could almost feel his ghost like touch on her skin and the way his hot breath caressed her ear as he nibbled a path along the outer shell. He had large hands, but strong ones, gentle too. The way they had massaged and teased her into such frenzied states of passion and arousal was beyond anything she’d ever experienced in waking life.

After reveling in the memories of her dreams for longer than she probably should, Minerva stretched once more and slipped from her bed, making her way to her kitchen. She was thankful that her meeting wasn’t until later in the afternoon. She didn’t feel the need to rush about and the sound of the rain didn’t inspire her to hurry through her morning routine, either.

With a cup of tea in one hand and a slice of wheat toast in the other, Minerva returned to her bedroom and perched on the end of her bed, staring into her open wardrobe. Using a bit of wandless magic, Minerva pulled set after set of robes from the wardrobe, trying desperately to decide which would be the best for her meeting today. She wanted to make a good impression, though she didn’t wish to dress too lavishly. People at Hogwarts weren’t like those at the Ministry or even at the other wizarding schools. No, Albus Dumbledore was different. He looked at a person’s intentions, listened carefully to his or her words, assessed their magical talents, then and only then did he make his decisions.

As she levitated a set of maroon robes to the bed beside her, her thoughts turned to the Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts. She hadn’t seen him in years, though the Daily Prophet loved to run stories and photographs of him. Based on the contents of those articles and photos, she had to doubt their veracity and the newspapers supposed sources. Still, it would be nice to see him again, even if she didn’t get the job.

With her thoughts focused on her attire and her upcoming meeting, Minerva never noticed that the rain had stopped and that a faint rainbow had formed outside her window in the distant sky. Yes, with any luck and a touch of destiny, this was going to be a wonderful day, indeed.

Albus Dumbledore, Deputy of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and Transfiguration Professor, rubbed the back of his neck as he headed down the hall toward the entrance to the Headmaster’s office. He greeted each student he met by name, his voice never wavering in its cheery tone, though his thoughts were already cataloging the results of his students’ work from the double Hufflepuff and Gryffindor class he had just dismissed. Each student’s progress was updated in his mind and would find its way to his individual class notes at a later time. He had much left to do this day and though his body was weary from the late nights and early mornings. in which he had been indulging, his mind was as sharp as ever and moved between subjects and tasks that needed to be completed with ease. He still had more classes to teach, letters to respond to, a staff meeting to attend, a detention which he would need to delegate, two interviews to conduct, assignments to grade, a test to write and he really needed to get to work on the paper he agreed to write for Transfiguration Today.

Since Armando Dippet had fallen sick at the beginning of the term, Albus’ duties seemed to increase weekly. As it stood, Albus was performing the duties of the Headmaster in addition to those as deputy and still teaching classes. Anyone else might have been overwhelmed by all of the responsibilities, which were thrust upon Albus, but the wizard in question was not typical and his mind was more than capable of organizing all that needed completion each and every day. And though he would not readily admit it, a few twists of his Time-Turner had also been helpful when normal waking hours had conspired against him.

However, he could not keep it up forever and since it was well known that Armando would officially retire at the end of the school year, and Albus, though it would not be voted on for another fortnight, was confident he would be named Headmaster in his stead, had decided to approach Headmaster Dippet with the request that they hire a replacement for him by Christmas, if possible. Of course Armando had agreed and they had sent out several advertisements within a week, requesting curriculum vitae be forwarded to Hogwarts by owl for those interested and qualified. Dozens had arrived within the first week and now that they were into the third week Albus doubted anyone truly knew the number of parchments that had been piled on his desk daily. Luckily, with the help of the other Heads of House, they had narrowed down their search to those truly qualified.

Albus had moved quickly and sent out several requests to meet with the various individuals the day after the decision had been made with Armando on who to bring in. He had interviewed two of the finalists by Floo yesterday since they were unable to make the trip, he had two coming in today, and one more tomorrow, with four more as possibilities next week if none of those from this week worked out. However, he had a feeling that today was the day he would meet the person who was to take over his Transfiguration classes. He couldn’t say why and he was certainly no seer but something in the hum of magic in the air had him confident of his prediction.

With that thought putting an extra bounce in his step, Albus turned down the corridor that housed the stone gargoyle that guarded the entrance to the Headmaster’s office. “Waffling,” he said to the creature, which immediately jumped aside to reveal the spiral staircase.

Albus smiled to himself as he rode the stairs up to Armando’s office, which had become more like his own over the last month as the Headmaster had basically taken up residence in his rooms which were now connected to the Hospital Wing. He hadn’t given much thought to what he would use as his passwords to enter the office when it was his. Armando’s system seemed to work well. He had decided at the beginning of his time as Headmaster to use the names of authors, specifically wizarding ones, this week’s being the magical theoretician whose work also happened to be the first year’s Charms text.

Albus needed something that worked as well, a subject or group of items which held many options from which he could choose. Perhaps magical beasts, he thought as he entered Armando’s office and moved to his desk. He immediately picked up a sherbet lemon from the dish on the corner and popped it into his mouth before settling down to tackle the letters which had arrived in his absence. Phoenix would be his first choice of course, his thoughts turning to Fawkes for a moment. Still, he might be limiting himself in the long run if he were to stay Headmaster for many years, which of course was his plan.

Albus picked up the blue quill that was beside some blank parchment and dipped it in the ink well. He had work to do and could later dwell on passwords and other such tasks that came along with being Headmaster. If he was fortunate, he could finish with the correspondence and have a few minutes to spare to speak with Armando before the first applicant of the afternoon arrived. Hopefully the Headmaster was having a good day and would be up to discussing official business. As he set about his task, Albus began to whistle a jaunty tune from his childhood; it was a habit so long ingrained, and one he only did on those days he felt most fulfilled, he never even realized he was doing it.

At five minutes to two in the afternoon, a carriage pulled up in front of the main entranceway to Hogwarts, a flustered witch inside. She had been most adamant about arriving on time but she had been delayed, first by some silly bloke in Hogsmeade claiming he knew her from somewhere else and then once more by the oaf of a groundskeeper who thought she might enjoy the walk up to the castle.

With a huff and a look of sheer annoyance crossing her face, she stepped from the carriage and slammed the door. This was certainly not the impression she had intended to make on the Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts. Though, she had not expected him to greet her outside the castle, either. Feeling rather confident in her ability, charm, and station in life, she walked gracefully up the stone steps and extended her hand in greeting.

“Good Afternoon, Professor Dumbledore, I presume. I do apologize for my rather hasty arrival but your groundskeeper nearly refused me a carriage ride, thinking I might opt for a leisurely stroll about the place. One might want to have a word with him about that in order to spare future guests,” she admonished lightly. “It’s one thing to make such an assumption if one has a previous acquaintance with another but never when one is meeting for the first time.” Her upper lip twitched in a rather awkward smile, one Albus was sure she didn’t wear often. “I assume you know who I am and why I’m here?”

Albus looked the woman up and down, hardly managing to suppress the shudder that danced along his spine as he gallantly leaned forward to kiss the back of her hand. “Indeed I am and it is a pleasure to meet you. If you’ll accompany me to the office, we can get started with the interview and have you on your way in no time at all.”

Keelia Wynne paused in mid step and quirked her head to the side, a questioning look in her eyes. “I assumed you had looked over my credentials and that this was merely a formality. I came here with the belief that I was the most qualified person applying and that we would merely need to discuss salary requirements and living arrangements,” she announced rather facetiously.

“Ah, then I am sorry to disappoint you, Miss Wynne. We are still in the interviewing process at the moment. In fact, I have one more this afternoon. One can’t be too hasty in making decisions which will affect the lives of hundreds of students. I am doing my best to ensure that that is exactly what they get since they deserve no less.” He turned and faced her, his face expressionless. “If you’d rather not interview for the position, I will, of course, understand. But I am rather sorry if you feel you have been misled. I do believe my letter stated that this would be an interview process for both of us.”

“Since I am confidant that I am the applicant for the position, I have no fears or reservations about submitting to a formal interview. It might be best for both of us since someone can’t say that I didn’t go through all the formalities.” Once again, that awkward smile appeared and despite his instincts warning him that she was not the one for the job, Albus escorted Miss Keelia Wynne to the Headmaster’s office to conduct the formal interview.

Nearly an hour later, Albus closed the door to the carriage after bidding the rather pretentious witch a very pleasant journey home. He watched as the carriage took her back towards the gates and he shivered slightly, despite the warmth of the afternoon sun. He certainly hoped his next applicant was less arrogant and perhaps even prettier. Popping a lemon sherbet into his mouth, he glanced at his watch. He still had over an hour before Miss McGonagall was due to arrive. Just enough time for a cup of cocoa and perhaps a slice of last night’s chocolate cake, he mused as he set off towards the kitchen.

Minerva took one last look at herself in the mirror and smiled happily. She had a rather good feeling about the interview today and, if nothing else, she’d be able to see her old school and Professor Dumbledore. She wondered if he’d remember her, though she had her doubts. She felt she was nothing really spectacular and surely just another faceless name among countless others that had graduated from Hogwarts. Still, it would be nice to step back in time for just a little while. Glancing at the wall clock, Minerva made sure she had everything she needed then Apparated to Hogsmeade. From there, she could walk to the school and then if she timed things just so, she would even have ample time for a brisk walk up to the school on such a lovely afternoon. The ground might be a bit soggy from the morning rain, but she was a talented witch and could cast a few charms on her shoes and robes to keep them looking their best.

“Ah, Hagrid! What a pleasant surprise. I hadn’t expected you to meet me at the gates, though I suppose you’d have to or else I’d have to ring the bell for admittance. Thank you.” Minerva reached out and shook Hagrid’s hand and grinned.

“Minerva McGonagall. I haven’t seen ye in ages. Hope yer here to be applyin’ for the new job to take Dumbledore’s place. Ye’d make a fine one…teacher that is,’ he said, his cheeks flushing slightly.

“I am here for just that reason, though I’m not sure how much of a chance I have. I am sure there have been dozens of applicants and I don’t have a lot of experience. But it can’t hurt to try, I suppose.”

“From what I’ve seen comin’ through these gates, yer perfect for the job. Why jus’ this mornin’ we had a right rude witch, thought she was the phoenix’s feather, she did.” He crinkled his nose in disgust as he remembered the way the woman had spoken to him. “Anyway, don’t mean to be keepin’ yah. Good luck.”

Minerva thanked him and glanced at her small watch. She was still doing well on time so she could indulge in that stroll up to the castle, which was looming larger than life in front of her. As she drank in the familiar sights and sounds, she felt a peace steel her nerves. Despite, what she had said to Hagrid, Minerva had a rather good feeling about this interview today. And whether or not she was offered the job, it would still be a learning experience.

Minerva walked up the steps and pushed on the large oak doors, stepping just inside the entrance hallway. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, a smile curling about her lips as memories flooded her mind of her days spent here as a student. She was so lost in her thoughts that she failed to hear or see Albus Dumbledore rounding the corner in a rather rushed gait.

Albus came to a screeching halt as he stood motionless, watching Minerva. He smiled as he finally was able to put a face with her name and he fondly remembered seeing her graduate with honors. Not a student yet had matched her NEWT’s and he’d even read a few of her articles in Transfiguration Today. He had especially enjoyed her rather spirited letters to the editor on common misconceptions of the art of Transfiguration.

“Miss Minerva McGonagall?” he asked softly, hoping not to startle her.

Minerva jumped then smiled. “Professor Dumbledore. It’s a great honor to see you again and I want to thank you for interviewing me this afternoon.” Just as her predecessor, Minerva extended her hand but this time Albus did not hesitate to reach out and brush his lips against her knuckles briefly, his eyes never leaving hers.

“I trust you had no problems with the carriage ride up to the castle?” he asked curiously.

“Oh, no. Well, that is to say that I didn’t use the carriage. I made sure I had enough time to enjoy the walk from Hogsmeade and then across the grounds. It was nice to see Hagrid at the gates, though. He did offer me the carriage ride,” she added quickly, in case he might get into some sort of trouble.

For the first time since his arrival in the hallway, Minerva surveyed Albus’ appearance and had to fight to keep from laughing. “By chance, did the house elves serve chocolate for dinner last night or lunch this afternoon?”

Albus raised an eyebrow and his eyes danced with mischievous curiosity. “However did you manage to deduce that?” he asked with a chuckle.

Minerva felt her cheeks growing warmer. “Well, you have a bit of chocolate icing caught in your moustache. Just here,” she said, tapping the left side of her own upper lip. “Happens to the best of us from time to time,” she added. “I personally have to watch for small crumbs from the ginger newts I eat frequently. Wonderful little biscuits but they can be rather…well…crummy.” For a second they locked eyes, each analyzing the situation before bursting into gales of laughter as they set off for the Headmaster’s Office for her official interview. But from the moment Albus had seen her and he mentally went over her resume, he had decided that she would be a perfect addition to the school.

A/N: We hope you've enjoyed this first chapter. We are happy to say that the story is completed and there are approximately 11 chapters total. We sincerely hope you'll stick with us to the end.
Thx,
Ang & Lisa

[dianahawthorne]

Yay! Another story from the Hogwarts Duo! Great start, my dears, and I can't wait until the next chapter!

[TartanPhoenix]

This was utterly wonderful, and I can't wait to read the rest of it! You set a wonderful tone, and the characters, and their interactions, are perfect. Another wonderous story from a wonderous duo.

[Katheryn Mae]

I must say - I haven't read many of your stories - but the co-authored stories are fun! tabbyphoenix and I are attemping one right now ... *shakes head* Okay - getting a bit off-topic.
I agree with TartanPhoenix - their interactions for this are so perfect - a little nervousness and a little happiness and awkwardness. xD

[princess6196]

I really liked this I can't wait to read more

[kissofdeath]

Omg! A new fic from HogwartsDuo! Yay!

This is an AMAZING start so far and totally what I need after my exams bruise and batter me this week! Can't wait for the update!

~kissofdeath

[MiniPrincess]

Loving it. Can't wait for the next installment.

[kankulex]

Yes, I completely agree. Fantastic beginning!
And I'm really wondering on which group of passwords Albus will decide.... :-D ;-)
Looking forward to more!

[micha]

I want to put in my share of applause/begging for more... ;D

[phantomgirl]

You are brilliant...I can't wait to read more!

[Hogwarts Duo]

CHAPTER TWO

A/N: Thanks to everyone who took the time to read and review our story. We sincerely appreciate it and hope you will enjoy this chapter as well.

Minerva knew she had to be glowing with happiness as she talked but she couldn’t help it. She simply loved discussing the art of Transfiguration. And of course she knew she should be concerned that she was perhaps going on about her latest research a bit too long, but Professor Dumbledore seemed more than interested in it by the way he was leaning towards her and the twinkle which had appeared in his eyes as she spoke. She had decided, quite early on, that she rather liked that twinkle when it was directed at her.

“Simply fascinating,” he said as Minerva finished her explanation, and she could tell that he meant it and that he wasn’t just saying it to placate her.

“I have limited time, of course, to pursue personal research, but I make it a priority to continue learning. I want to make a difference in my chosen field.”

Professor Dumbledore nodded and by his expression, Minerva knew his personal views were similar to her own. “Which brings us to the teaching aspect of the position. Obviously you are more than qualified technically but what makes you wish to join the staff of Hogwarts to educate children?”

Minerva sighed. This was going to be the hard question, and was the one she had been waiting to hear since her interview began. She wished she could say Hogwarts was like a home to her, but while she had fond memories of her time here, she couldn’t truly say she missed it any more than any of the other students who had passed through. She had grown up in a loving family and had missed her parents terribly when she was here. She had always loved going home on holidays and during the summers. She also wished she could claim a thorough knowledge of children and their habits, that she had vast experience with the younger set and would be an apt hand in the classroom from the first day of classes. But the truth was, she was an only child and her life experiences were rather barren where children were concerned. Of course she found them cute, funny, and more intelligent than perhaps they were given credit for, but she could also get frustrated when a persistent lack of manners was displayed.

Realizing she had paused, perhaps a bit too long, she did what came natural to her – she gave an honest answer. “I want to bring my love of Transfiguration to upcoming generations of wizards and witches. I want to show them why each spell holds a beauty of its own, how it has changed our lives over the years, how it continues to play an important role in their lives today, how it can help us break through to new levels of magical development, and how Transfiguration will help mold the future of our world.”

Minerva took a deep breath before continuing. “Transfiguration doesn’t have the apparent daily applications of Charms, or the obvious uses which Potions can boast of, or even the prestige with which Arithmancy has been gifted. It is far too often overlooked because it is not given the respect it deserves and because of the difficulty of mastery it demands.

“As a professor, you have changed the lives of children over countless years. You have given each of them a gift by allowing them to see your love of Transfiguration, one easily transmitted to the students who study under you. From my first class with you I fell in love with the subject. It was easy to do with the enthusiasm you presented and the care with which you taught us the spells, movements, and theories. I have often wondered how it felt for you to be able to share something you so obviously valued, the knowledge you mastered, with children who were only too eager to join you on the journey you took all of us on. And while I may never reach the abilities you seem to so easily possess, I would like the opportunity to give the gift of Transfiguration to others as you have. It would be a challenge for me, but one I believe I could handle admirably if given the chance.”

Minerva’s stomach was twisted in knots but her eyes never left those of the wizard before her. His eyes were no longer twinkling, but appeared to be shining instead with some emotion she couldn’t really place, perhaps happiness. He nodded his head and her body relaxed, allowing her to let go of the breath she had been holding. Her heart was still beating at a furious pace and she was sure, in the silence of the room, that he could probably hear it as easily as she could feel it. But she said nothing as she waited for him to speak.

“I do believe you could, Miss McGonagall. I do believe you could.”

Minerva smiled and was about to respond when Professor Dumbledore suddenly looked up and directed his attention to the back of the office. She followed his gaze to find Headmaster Dippet slowly moving in their direction, a cane aiding his every step. They both stood and Albus moved forward to offer his assistance.

“No need my friend,” Armando responded kindly. “Would you mind if we retired to the chairs by the fire? I find the warmth suits me these days.”

Minerva was surprised to find that his question was directed at her, rather than his Deputy. “Of course, sir.”

Albus followed Armando closely until he was seated. Minerva, unsure of what she should do, stayed where she was. She wasn’t sure if this was still part of the interview or if she should excuse herself. She had heard that the Headmaster was very ill but seeing him was a shock. In her school days, he had always been full of life, if a little forgetful and disheveled at times. He had been short, which of course was still the case, and he had always enjoyed his meals with gusto. He now appeared thin, nearly gaunt, and slightly stooped. His balding hair from her days was now sparse. She wouldn’t have recognized him if it wasn’t for those kind, brown eyes that she remembered so well.

“I do hope you will forgive me for sitting before you even had a chance to make it to your chair,” the Headmaster said as he laid his cane beside him.

Realizing she should join the wizards who were both looking at her, Minerva hurriedly started towards them. “Please don’t apologize, Headmaster. I shouldn’t have tarried.”

“Nonsense! I should have more manners, especially in present company, but I’m afraid my body doesn’t agree.”

Minerva smiled at the older man, who on closer inspection was breathing rather hard. Albus had continued to stand, allowing her to choose which seat she preferred. Once she was settled into a chintz armchair, he took the chair next to her.

“Some tea perhaps,” Armando inquired.

Both Albus and Minerva voiced their consent and a tray appeared nearly instantly. Albus immediately picked up the pot and poured some of the steaming liquid in each of their cups. When each of them had had their first sip, Armando spoke again.

“So you’d like to become Hogwarts next Transfiguration professor, Miss McGonagall?”

Minerva barely managed to not choke on her tea. She carefully set her cup down and smiled. “I do hope I will be granted the opportunity.”

“You were a brilliant student and the Ministry speaks highly of you. You’re much younger than is typical for our staff…definitely a nice change. Perhaps some new blood, and Professor Dumbledore’s leadership, will give this school the groundwork it needs to move past some of its more archaic traditions. I’m afraid my leadership wasn’t always what it should have been, though I did my best.”

“You have always done what you believe is best for the school, Headmaster,” Albus said.

Minerva, for her part, was trying her best to remain calm and collected. She had gone from being offended at Armando’s comment about her age, to highly flattered that he would consider her presence a positive force for the school, to surprised that the Headmaster would make such a statement about his own leadership in her presence. Professor Dumbledore had handled it well but she had seen the look of surprise flash in his eyes at the end of Armando’s short speech.

The rest of her meeting with the Headmaster and Deputy was very pleasant. They talked about the job, the school, the Ministry, and Albus even inquired about some of the students she had been friends with back during her time at Hogwarts. When Albus stood with Armando and asked her if she minded waiting while he accompanied the Headmaster back to his rooms, Minerva readily agreed.

She moved toward one of the windows in the high tower and looked out over the grounds. It was a comforting feeling. Maybe she had more fondness for the school than she realized. The interview had gone better than she had ever thought it could. She almost dared to allow herself to dream that she would get the job after all.

“Miss McGonagall.” Minerva turned to find Albus watching her. “I’ll accompany you to the grounds.”

They were mostly silent as they moved through the halls. Students were roaming about and Albus greeted them, even introducing her to a few. When they made it to the main doors, Albus took her hand in his and kissed it as he had when he first greeted her. But instead of letting her hand go, he placed his other hand on top of hers.

“It was a pleasure meeting with you. I do have one more interview already scheduled for tomorrow but you should receive an owl within the next week.”

Minerva nodded her head, unable to speak. He released her hand and she brought it to her side with deliberate care. She couldn’t explain why her head was suddenly fuzzy, or why her knees seemed weak. The familiarity of his hands on hers had her reeling. She knew the feeling he had elicited in her. It was as familiar as her own skin, but she couldn’t quite place it.

“Thank you for granting me the interview. I look forward to hearing from you. Have a wonderful evening, Professor.”

Minerva thought she may have sounded stilted but she couldn’t help it. Her mind wouldn’t allow her to concentrate on anything but the feelings he had evoked in her. As she moved away, towards the main gates of the school, her thoughts were so centered on what had just happened that she missed the surprised look that had come to rest on Albus Dumbledore’s features. For he too had experienced the rush of familiarity her small hand, resting in his own larger hands, had caused.

TBC…

[dianahawthorne]

Another great chapter - I can't wait for the next update!

[princess6196]

oh goodie I really like this story because it just seems happy hmmm a nice happy romance

[esoterica1693]

Another wonderful chapter. And I like your Armando. Rarely is he fleshed out as a real character, and here it seem like he is.

Definite chemistry as they say goodbye. Anxiously awaiting the next installment!

[Katheryn Mae]

Ooh! I love it! As eso said before me ... Armando is very well portrayed in this.

[phantomgirl]

You are Brilliant! I can't wait to find out what happens next.

[twinkle]

Two great chapters so far.
I like stories about the beginning of Albus' and Minarva's professional relationship and this story is so gentle and promisses to get very romantic. I'm eager for more ;o)

[minervasong]

Oh, now I realize why I never read in-progress fics anymore... The wait for the following chapter is just so unbearable!

This is just such a lovely start... I love all of the fics you two have written, and I was most delighted when I found you had written another... Now I shall wait for your next most impatiently!

[Hogwarts Duo]

Hey Minervason and everyone else who's interested in this story...

First of all, thanks for the reviews and compliments. We sincerely appreciate them and the interest you've shown in our work. Secondly, have no fear. The story is complete so the wait might seem long but at least you know it's a fully written story. And third, there will be an update either Saturday or Sunday, most likely tomorrow night (Saturday).

Hope you'll be able to hang on that long...

Toodles,
Ang & Lisa

[kissofdeath]

Can't wait till the next update!

[Hogwarts Duo]

Chapter Three

For the next week, Minerva watched the skies in anticipation of some sort of correspondence bearing the Hogwarts seal. But nothing arrived except the usual owl post and a letter from her parents, expressing their curiosity about her job interview and the outcome. She was sad to owl them to say she hadn’t heard anything, but she’d always heard that no news was good news. In this instance, she hoped that saying was true.

By the eighth day, Minerva had decided not to waste any more time waiting for the post. Surely, if they hadn’t owled her by now, then most likely she was not going to get the job, a thought that sent a stabbing pain through her heart. Instead of wallowing in her self-pity and anxiety, she decided to enjoy the fresh air with a good book in the hammock outside, beneath a warm blanket. Perhaps that would take her mind off her worries and give her some idea of where she wanted to go from here.

The book wasn’t overly stimulating, nor was it intriguing enough to keep her mind on the translucent plot. She often wondered why she continued to read the books in this particular author’s series. So far, she had yet to finish one of his books without discovering the identity of the murderer before the halfway mark. It was no surprise to her that she drifted off to sleep, the book lying face down on her stomach.

But her nap was not to last too terribly long. Minerva was jolted awake by the soft screeching of an owl that had landed on a nearby limb. She called the little brown owl to her and thanked him for waking her as she untied the scrap of parchment attached to his leg. “I’m sorry I don’t have any treats for you, but I do appreciate you bringing this to me.” The bird gave a loud, incredulous hoot, then flapped his wings vigorously before taking off for parts unknown.

She looked down at the parchment and immediately noticed the Hogwarts seal, and her hands began to shake. This was the letter she’d been waiting for, and now that she was holding it in her hands, she wasn’t sure she was ready for the answer. Despite her mind and heart warring over what to do, she carefully broke the wax seal and began to read.

We thank you so much for your interest in the position of Transfiguration Professor for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We do sincerely apologize for the delay in sending you this information, but we were unavoidably delayed due to special circumstances here at the school.

While your resume was impressive and no doubt your skills would have been appreciated at the school, we have unanimously decided to offer the position to someone else. We will, of course, keep you in mind for other positions, and we wish you all the best in your future endeavors.

Sincerely,
Armando Dippet
Headmaster, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Minerva read the letter for the second time and felt warm tears prickling in her eyes. While she had gone into the interview with an open mind and a positive attitude, she had not fully prepared herself for the possibility of rejection. Sure, she was young and had never taught a day in her life, but she felt what she lacked in classroom experience, she more than made up for in practical applications.

She was about to step into the house and owl her parents with the news when she heard someone knocking on her front door rather forcefully, as if in some sort of panicked rush. Picking up her pace, she raced to the door, stopping only long enough to drop the opened letter and her book on the table.

“Professor Dumbledore?” she asked, shock evident on her face. “To what do I owe this surprise visit?”

He bowed his head and greeted her with a warm smile. “May I come in?”

Minerva mentally shook herself for having forgotten her manners. “Of course, forgive me. You were the last person I expected to see on my front doorstep. I just received my letter, you see, and well…”

“Ah, that is what I wish to discuss with you,” he announced, stepping inside and waiting for her to guide him further into her home. “I hope you haven’t already opened the letter,” he inquired.

“I have, but is there a problem? I didn’t expect someone to pay me a social call simply because I didn’t get the job. I knew going into the interview that I wasn’t the most qualified for the position, but I thought perhaps I had a chance.”

His face turned a slight pink and he gratefully accepted the chair she offered, waiting until she was seated before taking his. “Oh, dear, I do apologize. You see, there was a mix-up with the owls. Armando isn’t in the best of health, and I’m afraid he confused your letter with Miss Wynne’s letter. You see, she received the congratulations letter, while you received a letter of regret. We feel most embarrassed and sorry for any confusion. It was only after he had sent your letter and hers that I was looking over the copies of the letters and found the error.”

Minerva sat rooted to her seat and stunned. “I’m sorry. Did I hear you correctly? I … I have the job? You are here to tell me that because of some clerical error, I received the wrong letter and I’m actually going to work at Hogwarts?” Her face hid none of the excitement she felt bubbling within her, and her eyes danced brightly as she searched Albus Dumbledore’s face for some sign of confirmation.

He chuckled and breathed a sigh of relief. “Indeed, you did hear me correctly and I am here to personally speak to you about the job, should you wish to accept the position.” He leaned forward in his chair and looked at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Unless, of course, you’re going to turn me down…Hogwarts that is,” he corrected with a blush.

“Absolutely not! I gladly accept this job offer and I can’t wait to start. But what of the woman who accidentally received my letter?”

“Wonderful. I’m very glad to hear it. Armando is meeting with her now at Hogwarts to explain the mishap and to offer his sincerest apologies while I’m here paying you a visit to offer my sincerest congratulations!” He extended his hand and the instant his hand touched hers, the familiar rush of energy, just as he had experienced upon their meeting a few days ago, was back, but was more powerful this time. “I was also hoping you’d agree to accompany me to dinner this evening. We could go over the expectations of the job and discuss any questions you may have.”

Minerva shivered slightly when his hand touched hers. There was a warmth in his smile, and his eyes that seemed to radiate through his fingertips and into her body. “I’d love to join you for dinner. Let me freshen up a bit and change.” She stood and so did he, having not forgotten his manners when in the presence of a lady. “Please, make yourself at home and I’ll be with you shortly.” Minerva gave him one last beaming smile, thanked him again, and dashed off to her bedroom to change into more suitable attire, though she had no idea where they were dining.

Albus’ thoughts and emotions were in turmoil. He had just asked Minerva McGonagall to dinner. He hadn’t planned on extending any sort of invitation; it had simply fallen out of his mouth after her touch had sent a wave of pure pleasure through him. Albus Dumbledore was not one to say things that entered his mind without first thinking them through, and he certainly had never asked another professor to dinner upon acceptance of a job offer. Usually details were discussed in the Headmaster’s office, where official papers were signed before being filed. Of course, circumstances were rather different this time because of the mix up. He vividly recalled the panic that had set in when he realized what Armando had done. In fact, the dregs of that panic had really only left him a few minutes ago, after her acceptance. With a deep sigh, he calmed his mind and started to plan where he would take her and what he could present about the job that would make the dinner seem at least somewhat warranted.

Deciding on the restaurant ended up being the easy part. He tended to dine at a particular place, an older, classy, but cozy establishment, rather frequently and had become very good friends with the owner. Showing up unexpectedly would not cause them any problems, and he would still be able to procure a good table, regardless of the number of reservations they had that evening. Yes, Gladwyn would be happy to make room for him at a moment’s notice, and the food surpassed even the ambiance, so it was a rather easy choice.

However, as he tried to come up with a list of items to cover with Miss McGonagall, his mind went blank. He couldn’t understand it and started to pace the room in an attempt to spur his thoughts on the subject. As he made his forth circuit of the room, with very little success in forming his list, he noticed a few pictures on the fireplace mantle. He stopped in front of them and smiled when he saw Minerva pictured with her parents. They all seemed very happy and were waving at him from the photograph. There were other pictures; some looked like family members, others probably friends, but his eye was continually drawn back to the one of her with her parents. Minerva’s eyes were shining, and it caused an odd sensation in his belly, as if several dragonflies had taken up residence there.

He tore his gaze away and went to look out the window instead. He didn’t understand his feelings, and more importantly, he knew he should not be having any feelings at all, not of this nature anyway. He had been her teacher for Merlin’s sake, not to mention their age difference, which was great indeed, and then there was the most recent complication – she had just accepted a position at Hogwarts, where he would become her boss in a short time. However, he could not deny the electricity of her touch or the familiarity of it that seemed to follow, as if he should know her touch as well as he knew his own.

“The roses were planted when the house was built, or so I’m told.”

Albus turned to see Minerva standing several steps behind him, her gaze intent on a spot just past him. He turned back toward the window and noticed the roses she spoke of. They were an exquisite color, and the petals looked velvety even from this distance, and obviously charmed to bloom year round. He hadn’t noticed them until she had pointed them out, as his mind had been focused elsewhere.

“They are beautiful,” he said. His gaze, however, had returned to her face and was not on the flowers outside.

Minerva focused her attention on him and smiled, so that his stomach was once again filled with dragonflies. She looked lovely in simple, but well-cut robes. She had added a couple of baubles to her ears, and a teardrop pendant was nestled in the hollow of her throat. Her hair was pulled back, something soft with wisps escaping to curl at her cheeks and the back of her neck. He wasn’t sure if it would be appropriate to say something, but the words flowed out of him before he could stop himself.

“You look lovely.”

He fought down the sudden bout of embarrassment. It sounded trivial, though it was truly meant, more than she would probably ever know. He watched as she suddenly busied herself with some papers on a table, then she pulled a light cloak off of a hook he hadn’t noticed before.

“Thank you. I do hope it is appropriate,” she said as she turned back toward him.

Minerva seemed suddenly insecure, her voice softer than before, and Albus hurried to reassure her.

“We’ll be going to Aethonon House, if you approve. It’s been a little while since I’ve visited, and I do enjoy their trifle.”

Albus moved forward automatically to help her into the cloak that dangled for a moment from her fingertips. He held it open for her as she laughed lightly at his comment on the trifle—at least he hoped that was why she was laughing.

“Thank you,” she said as she clasped the front closed. “Aethonon House sounds wonderful. It has been a while for me as well, and the food is excellent, but it is Saturday night and they are usually very busy; unless you have reservations, it is impossible to get in.”

“Difficult perhaps, but nothing is impossible, Professor McGonagall.”

Albus extended his arm and Minerva took it, beaming at him in such a way as to remind him of the picture on her mantle.

“It might be a bit early to call me ‘Professor,’ but I do like the sound of it,” Minerva said, a hint of Scottish burr entering her voice.

“Nonsense! You accepted, and so you are now an official Hogwarts Professor. No turning back now.”

Minerva’s eyes sparkled when she answered. “I’m afraid you’re stuck with me then.”

TBC…

A/N: Thank you once again for taking time to read the story and reviewing, should you choose to do so. We hope you have enjoyed this chapter and will be looking forward to the next, which we should have up in a few days.

[kissofdeath]

aww. I loved the flow of the conversation between AD and MM. Very nicely done.

[Katheryn Mae]

I love it, and yes, the dialogue flowed amazingly well between them. And again, like with most of the stories I review, the feelings of the characters were wonderfully written.
~tabbyhearts

[minervasong]

Oh thank goodness. You see, I am always so cautious about what fics I read, for fear of never having the pleasure to finish reading them due to an unexpected bout of writer's block from the dear author... However, you've suppressed this notion, and now I am quite eager to continue reading this...

Ah, I wrote notes while I was reading this particular chapter, because I find I forget the best parts of the literature when I'm reviewing it, so forgive me if this seems much longer than it should be...

When I read Minerva's letter, I was shocked, (possibly more-so than she was!), and I was wondering where you were going with it if Minerva wasn't to receive the job. But then I decided to re-read the letter, and then I thought, "Where's the salutation? The acknowledgment that the letter is indeed hers?!!" So, I was relieved when Albus came to the door, instead of surprised...

"Unless,of course, you're going to turn me down... Hogwarts, that is, " he corrected with a blush. Here, this just made me grin. "Already?!" I thought, "His thoughts are already on courting her?! Brilliant!"

"--not to mention their age difference, which was great indeed..." I have said this once, I have said this a thousand times to the both of them; forty-four is NOT 'great indeed'. I do like the concept, however. Perhaps this is why the ship in question is just so endearing to me. They're really not supposed to be in love. But they are. And it's special because it's secret, and I know the secret, and am trying to persuade the world of its authenticity. ;D

Anyways, I loved this chapter. I really cannot wait for the next one either...

~MinervaSong

-GASP!-
I forgot to mention something!
(but that is why there is a 'modify' button.)
I think I will smile whenever I see a firefly or hear someone say 'firefly' now. Albus's emotions are just so... indescribable. I thank you. Pass around some more fireflies, please! ;D

[micha]

It is so wonderful what you guys can come up with on the simple plot-line "Minerva takes the post at Hogwarts" !!
To compare the different exciting ways, the things unfold in "Minerva fair" and "An Answer to My Dreams" ;D It is sooooo much fun!!
Thank you all!

[Hogwarts Duo]

Chapter Four

Just as Albus had surmised, Gladwyn was more than accommodating when Albus and Minerva arrived unexpectedly during the busy dinner service. After speaking with one of his waiters, Gladwyn escorted Albus and Minerva to a lovely table in one of the prime locations of the restaurant.

“I hope this isn’t too forward of me, but would you care for a glass of wine in celebration of your new job?” Albus gave her a warm smile and was pleased when she returned his smile and said it would be an honor to celebrate her new job with such an esteemed colleague.

After catching the attention of their waiter, Albus asked for a bottle of their best red wine before turning his gaze back to the enchanting woman seated across from him at the table.

“So, Professor, do you always celebrate the hiring of new staff members, or is this because of the letter I was delivered by mistake?” Minerva wasn’t sure why she had asked such a bold question, but it had tumbled from her mouth before she had a chance to think how it might sound to him. Inwardly, she cringed and cursed her mouth for running away with her words. For some strange reason, she had needed to know his reasons for asking her to dinner this evening.

Albus squirmed a bit in his seat and felt his face turning hot; no doubt his cheeks were flushed as well. “I have to say that I don’t normally invite new professors out for a meal, but I can’t honestly say that I invited you because of the letter business either.” He took a deep breath and smiled, causing the twinkle to appear in his eyes. “I asked you to accompany me this evening because I thought it might be nice to get reacquainted and if you had any questions about Hogwarts, you could ask them. Also, we had such a fascinating discussion at your interview, I was quite intrigued.”

She relaxed and grinned. “I wasn’t quite sure what to say when you asked me my reasons for wanting to be a professor. Quite honestly, I was dreading that particular question, but in answering it honestly, I hoped it would show my desire to instill in others a love of Transfiguration. I may be new to teaching, but not all teachers are good at inspiring others,” she added quickly.

“You answered that question beautifully, and by listening to your enthusiasm and your eagerness to see others achieve great goals, it was easy for me to see your potential as a professor at Hogwarts.” The waiter arrived with the wine, and after approving of the choice and watching as both glasses were filled, Albus raised his glass in a toast. “To the new Professor of Transfiguration at Hogwarts. May you find nothing but happiness and success in those hallowed halls,” he announced with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Thank you,” she replied, clinking her glass to his before taking a sip of her wine. “Mmm, excellent choice, Professor. I’ve never been a fan of red wine, but this particular blend is extraordinary.”

“Please, call me Albus, and I’m glad you approve. I prefer a slightly sweeter wine, and Aethonon House has always carried only the best.”

As the night wore on, Albus and Minerva enjoyed a rather sumptuous meal, and after the first few awkward moments, they settled into an easy conversation. By the end of their bottle of wine, they were laughing heartily and sharing stories of past professors, broken rules, exciting discoveries, and their most recent travels.

Gladwyn watched the two from a secluded doorway leading into the kitchen. Their dessert dishes had been cleared away ages ago, along with the empty wine bottle, but they remained seated as if waiting on yet another course in the meal. He couldn’t remember the last time Albus had visited his restaurant with a lady friend, and he couldn’t help but notice how comfortable his friend seemed to be in her presence, especially as their laughter resonated through the now empty restaurant. With a sigh, Gladwyn looked at his watch, noting the lateness of the hour and realizing that for the first time, he was going to have to ask Albus to leave so he could lock up and go home for the night.

“I trust you two had a wonderful meal and enjoyed the wine,” Gladwyn announced as he neared the table. He truly hated to disturb them, but all the other patrons had left half an hour before and the wait staff had all gone home.

“Yes, we did. Everything was delicious, as usual, and I can’t thank you enough for making room for us on such short notice.” Albus stole a quick glance at Minerva before looking back to his longtime friend. “We were celebrating Minerva’s new job. She’s to be the new Transfiguration Professor at Hogwarts, and it was my immense pleasure to deliver the joyful news.”

“Then, please, let me also extend my sincere congratulations. But don’t let this old barmy codger work you too hard. He has a habit of burying his head in his work and neglecting the best bits of life sometimes,” Gladwyn added with a wink to Albus.

“I’m rather looking forward to getting started at Hogwarts, and I have no doubts that I’ll be going to Prof… Albus …for advice on how to handle things. He’s already put my mind at ease on so many issues, and I do believe I have made a friend.”

Albus sat a little straighter in his chair and tilted his head in acknowledgement of her statement. “Indeed you have. Anything at all I can do to assist you, please don’t hesitate to ask. It would be my pleasure to help you in getting comfortable at Hogwarts.” His blue eyes settled on her face, and for a moment, he lost all train of thought.

Suddenly Gladwyn felt as if he were intruding on a very private moment between his friend and the lady with whom he’d spent the evening. “As much as I hate to do this, Albus, I’m going to have to remind you of the hour. I’ve had the kitchen pack up a lovely torte which would go well with a cup of coffee later this evening,” he suggested gently.

Albus looked at his pocketwatch and gasped. “Merlin’s ghost…I completely lost track of time. Thank you for the gentle reminder as well as the torte. I’m sure we will enjoy it. Now, if you’d be so kind as to present me with the cheque…”

“Absolutely not. I wouldn’t dream of letting you pay for your meal this evening! It’s so rare that you visit us these days, and to bring your pretty friend here this evening to celebrate … consider this my way of saying congratulations to her and welcome back to you.”

Albus started to protest, but he could easily see it wasn’t an argument he was going to win. “Thank you, my friend. And I promise not to stay away so long next time. Perhaps Minerva and I could return after she’s had a few weeks to settle in at Hogwarts. It might be a nice break from the meals served there. Delicious though they always are, they can become tiring from time to time.”

“I’d like that very much, Albus.” Minerva couldn’t help the feelings of excitement and hope beginning to brew in her mind. After those first initial moments of awkwardness, she found she could easily talk to Albus and that they shared so many things in common. It was as if she had known him on a personal level for many, many years.

Being the gentleman that he was, Albus insisted upon escorting Minerva home and making sure all was well inside before taking his leave. “I had a wonderful time this evening, and thank you for allowing me to be the first to congratulate you and welcome you to the school. I look forward to working alongside you and getting to know you even better.” He took her hand in his and softly brushed his lips across her knuckles. “I will owl you tomorrow with the necessary forms for you to go over and sign, making everything official of course.”

“Would you care to stop by for lunch, perhaps? You could bring the forms with you then and we could go over them together. If I had any questions, you could easily answer them instead of having to send owls back and forth to the school,” she suggested, though not entirely sure from where she’d gained the courage to be so bold. Perhaps it was the wine and the way he made her feel so at ease, but she felt sure she would have wanted to ask the question regardless.

“Are you sure it’s not too much trouble?” Being assured it would be no trouble at all and that if he didn’t mind eating some homemade soup and sandwiches, he would bring the torte and they could enjoy a working lunch. “Done! Tell me what time to be here and I’ll come with papers and cake in hand,” he joked.

“Let’s say noon, and if you leave the cake here, you won’t have to transport it tomorrow,” she teased, finishing her comment with a wink. “I promise not to eat it without you,” she laughed.

Albus’ voice joined hers in merriment. “I’ll see you tomorrow at noon then, Minerva. I look forward to it.” And with one last kiss to the back of her hand, he bid her a goodnight and made his way back to Hogwarts, feeling a strange sense of happiness invading his every thought.

The following day, Minerva looked around and sighed, heavily. The kitchen would need cleaning before she could get herself ready. She truly hadn’t meant to create such a mess, but once she had entered the market in search of the items she would need to feed Albus Dumbledore, her mind had started to toss out ideas for wonderful meals she could create, much better ones than the soup and sandwiches she had mentioned the evening before. After all, it was Albus Dumbledore she was feeding. Unable to come to a decision, she had spent too much valuable time picking up items, only to replace them minutes later. After nearly an hour at it, she had once again decided to stick with her original plan, but to make fresh bread herself, and a slightly more complicated soup than she would normally attempt.

Now she and her kitchen were covered in various ingredients. The dishes alone were daunting. How could one use so many pots, bowls and utensils on soup and sandwiches, she asked herself for the third time as she began to cast cleaning spells. Still, the delicious aroma which wafted up to her from the simmering pot, and the scent of freshly baked bread which had just started to mingle with it, made her feel that all the work was well worth it. It wouldn’t take her long to clean as she was up to date on every spell available for such work, something she couldn’t say for cooking. She wasn’t a bad cook. In fact, she would say she was a pretty good cook when she tried. But honestly, she didn’t try nearly as often as she should. Perhaps a book on the subject, one which had been updated more recently than the one her grandmother had given her, and which Minerva was sure had been published before even Gran was born, would be a good idea on her next trip to Flourish & Blotts.

Within five minutes of her first spell, the kitchen looked as if it had never been used. With a satisfied smile, Minerva looked at the time and her breath caught in her throat. It was much later than she had realized, and Albus would arrive within the half hour. In a panic, Minerva gave the soup another stir and turned down the heat. She also pulled the bread out of the oven, since it had turned itself off, signaling the item inside was finished cooking. She Levitated it from the pan and laid it on the counter. The cheese, beef, various condiments, and sides she had prepared were all laid out neatly and ready to be assembled to her specifications.

She shifted her attention to the table, her best cloth covering its scarred surface, and made a few adjustments to the centerpiece of fresh flowers. The roses, the same ones Albus had admired from her window, were arranged neatly in an old teapot. Her fussing would make her late, but she wanted everything to be as perfect as possible. Everything was as clean and orderly as she could make it for now, besides herself. Her robes were covered in flour, with a few stains here and there. She was also sure her hair looked frightful. Giving one last look at the food, the table, and after a quick look at the sitting area, she headed toward her bedroom to freshen up before her guest arrived.

“Minerva, are you home?”

She hadn’t made it more than a few steps when the voice stopped her. Now was not the time for a social call, and Minerva found herself irritated at the interruption. However, she could hardly fault the caller, as it was her own lack of planning which had resulted in her rushed schedule. Turning back, Minerva made her way toward the fireplace. Her Mum’s head was looking up at her with a smile on her face.

“Oh good! Your father and I got the owl, darling. Congratulations!”

Minerva’s irritation vanished and her expression changed to one of pure happiness. “Thank you. I was so pleased when Professor Dumbledore came by to tell me yesterday.”

“You found out yesterday and only owled us this morning? We could have gone out to celebrate.”

Minerva’s cheeks became heated, though she would be hard pressed to say why if questioned. “Actually, the reason I took so long to send an owl is because Professor Dumbledore invited me to dinner to discuss details of the job.”

“You went to dinner with Albus Dumbledore? Harold, did you hear that? Minerva had dinner with Albus Dumbledore.”

Her father’s muffled voice sounded in the background, and her Mum commented on whatever it was he had said. Minerva’s smile softened at the sound of their voices intermingling in a short exchange. She loved her parents dearly, and the easy relationship they shared always had her wishing for the same type of relationship with the man she hoped would one day share her life.

“Well, your father said we can celebrate tonight, if you are available?”

“That sounds lovely. I’ll meet you at the house late this afternoon so we can visit before we leave.” After her Mum agreed, Minerva continued. “I do hate to cut this short, but I have a guest arriving very shortly and I still need to change.”

“A guest?” Athena questioned. “Is Emily coming by to see you? She did mention just last week that the two of you hadn’t talked in a while.”

“No, Mum, it isn’t Emily,” Minerva answered, becoming impatient since a glance at a clock revealed that Albus would be arriving any moment.

“So do I get to know the name of your mystery guest?”

Minerva could avoid answering the question. She truly wanted to. But she also knew her mother well enough to know that wouldn’t be the end of it, and worse, she would probably have to answer even more questions if she stalled.

“Professor Dumbledore is coming by.”

“Again?” Athena asked, the surprise evident in her voice. “I do suppose there are many details to cover before you begin.”

“Albus wanted to go over some of the paperwork with me, and so I invited him for lunch as well.”

Minerva swatted at a hair that had fallen into her face while her mother stared at her with that look she always got right before making a pronouncement. And usually these pronouncements were things Minerva would rather not hear. Knowing all of this, Minerva still managed to look her mum in the eye, and not squirm.

“Albus, is it?” she questioned wisely.

Minerva blushed at her familiar use of his name. She hadn’t even realized she’d said it. After last night and his use of her name, which brought even more color to her cheeks as she remembered the warmth that spread through her as her name fell from his lips, she had found herself thinking of him in such terms whenever he was on her mind, which happened to be all the time.

“We shall be colleagues after all,” Minerva said in a very confident voice.

“Very well. We shall see you this evening. Do give our regards to Albus when he arrives.”

And before she could respond, her mum’s head had disappeared. Muttering to herself about interfering family and jumping to conclusions and not keeping one’s mouth closed, Minerva headed to her bedroom and started the process of freshening up for her guest, for Albus. She was in the middle of pulling on a dark green skirt when she heard the knock on her door.

A/N: Well, there you have it. We hope you have enjoyed chapter four and are looking forward to the next installment. We want to say a sincere thank you for the reviews and the compliments we’ve received. Until next time …

[Katheryn Mae]

I am loving this story. Great job!

[dianahawthorne]

Another great chapter! I'm looking forward to the next one.

[minervasong]

Goodness, the only day I forget to check early in the afternoon is when you happen to post. Irony in its glory if I ever saw it. -smiles-

Ah, you just about killed me with that cliff-hanger (though I was very well-aware that it was coming...). I am so anxious to see the next! As before, I took notes, so I am now sharing them...

I love the idea of this slight, gentle fluff it begins with... You can see their relationship clearly growing...

"She hadn't truly meant to make such a mess, but once she had entered the market in search of the items she would need to feed Albus Dumbledore---" Funny without any meaning to be. I had a sudden image of Albus, begging her to feed him. ;D

"She wasn't a bad cook. In fact, she would say she was a pretty good cook when she tried. But honestly, she didn't try nearly as often as she should." --Aha, you've captured Minerva perfectly here. Only she would chastise herself for not trying enough to cook...

"Her robes were covered in flour, with a few stains here and there. She was also sure her hair looked frightful. Giving one last look at the food, the table, and after a quick look at the sitting area, she headed toward her bedroom to freshen up before her guest arrived." Upon reading the following line before I was finished reading this paragraph, my initial thought was, "Uh-oh!" coupled with hysterical laughter. My mind got ahead of me, and actually jumped to Albus wandering in her house to find her changing. -giggles uncontrollably- I suppose I should limit my intake of MMADness every now and again... ;D ;D

"You went to dinner with Albus Dumbledore? Harold, did you hear that? Minerva went to dinner with Albus Dumbledore." -- Here, this reminded me of a MMAD fan. 'Hey did you see that? He kissed her hand, he did!' -laughs- Brilliant!

"Muttering to herself about interfering family and jumping to conclusions and not keeping one's mouth closed---" Again, pure Minerva. I love how you two write her.

Fantastic post once more, though halted with a dreadful cliff-hanger. How I hate those. I can't wait to see the next!

~MinervaSong

[Hogwarts Duo]

Chapter Five

Casting a quick glance at the nearby clock, Minerva cursed beneath her breath. She couldn’t even fault him for being early. He was right on schedule, and if she hadn’t wasted so much time with her mother in that little exchange, she’d have been ready to invite him into her home. Fastening her skirt quickly around her waist and checking to make sure all the buttons on her blouse were secured, she dashed out of her bedroom, hair still askew and in her stocking-clad feet.

“Albus, right on time I see. Please, come in and make yourself at home,” she said, smiling at him and allowing him entrance into her home once more.

“These are for you.” Albus had made it a point to stop by the greenhouses at Hogwarts and clip a few of the prettier flowers, tying them in a bundle with a bit of purple ribbon. “I picked them myself from the greenhouse this morning. I thought you might like them, though I do hope you’re not allergic to floral arrangements,” he said, suddenly unsure of his gesture.

Minerva inhaled the scent of the flowers and smiled, one that reached her emerald eyes and sparkled. “No, I’m not, and they’re very stunning. I hope that once I move to Hogwarts, you might do me the favor of showing me the greenhouses. I’ve always had a soft spot for flowers. They can create so many different moods with their mere presence in a room,” she said wistfully.

“Indeed they can.” Feeling slightly uncomfortable, knowing how his thoughts had ventured to her on more than one occasion in his dreams the night before, he sought to change the subject. “Hmm, something smells wonderful. Would that be our soup?”

“Soup and freshly baked bread. I thought we’d have something a little more substantial than simple soup,” she laughed. “I got a bit carried away and was just dressing when you arrived.”

His eyes traveled up and down her slender form appreciatively. “You look absolutely lovely to me. There’s something about a woman barefoot except for stockings and with her hair falling about her face. It’s…” He wanted to say sensual, arousing, welcoming, seductive, though any and all of those words would have given away more than he was willing to share at that particular moment.

Minerva looked at him, and she needed no additional words to grasp the full weight of his meaning. “Then I don’t think I’ll bother putting on shoes, and I’ll just go run a brush through my hair instead of pinning it back. Please, make yourself comfortable, and I’ll be back in a moment.”

After ensuring that her guest had a cup of tea and the cheese plate that she had made as an appetizer, she dashed into her bedroom, feeling flushed from head to toe. Images from her recent dreams raced through her head, filling her with all sorts of intense feelings, many of which she hadn’t dared to entertain except in her slumber. There was just something about Albus Dumbledore that made her feel very warm inside, and when he had looked at her just then, she was nearly breathless. There was an intensity in his eyes coupled with the softness of his voice that sent shivers over her. Quickly brushing aside those silly notions, she finished brushing her hair, smoothed down her blouse and skirt and joined him in the sitting room.

“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting. I fully intended to be ready to receive your company, but my mother fire-called to congratulate me and, well, that took longer than I had expected,” she chuckled nervously.

“I have no doubts that they’re very proud of you, as well they should be. It’s quite an accomplishment to join the teaching staff at Hogwarts, and might I say how lucky we are to have you join our staff. I’m looking forward to many lively discussions with you, and perhaps a game of chess from time to time.”

Minerva smiled proudly. “I adore chess, and I would love to match wits with you over a chessboard. I am told that I’m quite the formidable force.”

He nodded his head and gracefully accepted her challenge. “Perhaps after our lunch and with our Hogwarts business out of the way, you might indulge me in a game…unless of course you have something else to do this afternoon. I wouldn’t wish to monopolize your time, which I seem to be doing these past two days.”

Minerva felt her heart begin to beat a little faster, and her conversation with her mother about a celebratory dinner quickly flew from her mind. “I’d love that. And the sooner we get our lunch and business completed, the sooner I can defeat you at chess,” she joked.

Soon, Albus and Minerva found themselves seated at her dining room table, sharing the delicious food she had prepared and discussing the generalities of the job she was about to take at Hogwarts. With the dishes finally banished to the kitchen and her contracts signed, they retired back to the sitting room for a friendly game of chess.

It was early evening when the final move was played. Minerva’s lips were turned down in a frown as her King dropped his sword, but her eyes could not hide her happiness and pleasure that the well-played game had wrought.

“It was the closest match I’ve played in a long while,” Albus commented thoughtfully as his pieces cheered at their win.

“For me as well,” Minerva said with a contented sigh.

The two sat in a companionable silence for a few minutes while the chess pieces continued to cheer as they began to put themselves back where they belonged on the board, in hopes that another game might be played. Minerva laughed lightly at their antics. She glanced up at Albus to make a comment but was halted by the look in his eyes as he gazed around the room. He seemed so relaxed and at ease, to an extent she had never seen before, either from school days, the papers, or in her short time knowing him as a friend, the remembrance of their conversation the night before giving her a thrill of pleasure.

She was happy to see how comfortable Albus seemed in her home. The longer they played, the more relaxed he had become, and she was very, very pleased that he felt he could reveal more of himself to her. The small jokes and the casual comments they had shared warmed her from the inside out.

“Would you like me to refresh your tea?” she asked when she noticed his empty cup.

Albus’ eyes found hers and he smiled. “No, thank you. In fact, I think a trip to the loo is in order.”

Minerva felt her cheeks heat slightly. “Just down the hall on the left,” she said quickly.

Albus rose to follow her directions while Minerva busied herself with cleaning up the tea cups and plates with crumbs from the biscuits they’d shared part way through their game. She had just charmed the dishes to clean themselves when there was a knock at her door. She put her wand back in her pocket and headed out, her mind racing as she tried to decide who could possibly have come to visit.

“Minerva, darling, are you home?”

The sound of her mother’s voice caused Minerva’s stomach to roil most uncomfortably. She had forgotten all about having dinner with her parents. In a rush, she turned the corner and came to a halt in front of a petite, pretty witch and a tall imposing man with hair that was very similar to Minerva’s.

“Oh, I am so sorry,” Minerva stuttered automatically. “Time got away from me and I completely forgot about tonight.”

Minerva felt her mother’s eyes travel over her stocking feet, loose hair, and rather casual appearance, and lifted a single brow, amusement evident in her gaze. “Obviously. Still, we thought you might have gotten caught up in things, it is rather exciting to have a new job, and so we have come to steal you away. We have reservations, but you’ll have to hurry or we might be stuck with take away for your celebration.”

Before Minerva could respond, Albus came into view from the back. The surprise in her mother’s eyes was nothing compared to the shock in her father’s. Minerva looked between Albus and her parents as full realization of how things looked dawned on her, only a moment before Albus seemed to realize how things might be interpreted as well.

“Professor Dumbledore, how nice to see you again,” Athena said in a warm and friendly voice, her hand automatically moving to grasp her husband’s arm.

Harold seemed to relax under his wife’s tight grip, an understanding of sorts passing between them. “Yes, it’s been a long time, probably since Minerva’s Leaving Feast from Hogwarts.”

Albus seemed to flinch at the mention of the event, and Minerva finally broke through her shocked silence to chime in. “Albus was here to go over some paperwork for my new job, Father. We got caught up in a game of chess afterwards, and we had just finished up moments ago. I was rather soundly defeated.”

“Or more likely, I won by luck. Your daughter in a very challenging player.”

Harold smiled fondly at his daughter. “Yes, she is a brilliant witch.”

Minerva colored at the compliment given so freely in front of Albus. Her parents both seemed to relax after the exchange, and Minerva was grateful that she no longer needed to worry about warding off a confrontation, which would embarrass her and place her in an awkward position with Albus.

“I’ll just leave you to your guests, Minerva. Thank you for lunch, a rousing game of chess, and use of your loo,” Albus said, the last part with a glance at her father. “It was a most pleasurable afternoon.”

Minerva’s eyes were so caught up in the twinkling blue ones that held hers captive that she didn’t notice the look that passed between the two other people in the room. One that was quite pleased and another that looked slightly worried.

After Albus left, Minerva dashed into her bedroom, wand flying about, in a mad dash to change clothes, charm her hair into a smooth French twist, and freshen up a bit before going to dinner with her parents. Despite the unexpected arrival of her parents and the subsequent exchange between the foursome, Minerva found herself laughing at what her parents must have thought upon seeing Albus emerging from the rear of the flat. How were they to know that he’d been in the loo, just across the hall from Minerva’s bedroom? She shook her head, clearing it of her thoughts of Albus for the time being, and rushed to make their dinner reservations.

The evening was wonderful, and Minerva couldn’t help but feel a bit spoiled by her parents. They’d taken her to the most exquisite restaurant in London and had spared no expense in helping her celebrate her new job. She’d explained most of what she had discussed with Albus about her salary, job requirements, duties, and some of the lesser important details. Her enthusiasm was contagious, and soon her parents were asking questions and practically beaming with pride by the time dessert was brought to the table.

Back home, after wishing her parents a goodnight and watching them disappear in a flash of green flames, Minerva’s thoughts once more turned to Albus and the lovely afternoon they’d shared. A warm, toasty feeling swept over her as she remembered the way his eyes had twinkled and how relaxed he’d seemed in her home, in her company.

It had been quite some time since Minerva had spent so much time and thought on a wizard, and it did not go unnoticed by her mother either, apparently. While Harold had gone to retrieve their cloaks at the restaurant, Athena had commented on the amount of time she’d been spending with the most eligible bachelor in the wizarding world. Minerva had tried, in vain, to brush off her mother’s comments as rubbish, but a part of her found it difficult.

In fact, Minerva didn’t wish to sweep those feelings beneath the proverbial rug. She found she enjoyed spending time with Albus, and she truly looked forward to their next meeting. She sighed heavily as she began to ready herself for bed, brushing her teeth, then her hair, after washing her face. Slipping beneath the cool sheets, she wondered just when she would see him again. Surely, he was a busy man, but he’d made time for her already, though she chastised herself. That was simply Hogwarts business mingled with a bit of personal pleasure in getting to know the newest member of the staff. Still, the image of his relaxed countenance, the comfortable silences, and even the ease with which they conversed, caused a broad smile to break over Minerva’s face.

Sitting on the edge of her bed, Minerva summoned a bit of parchment and a quill filled with ink. It couldn’t hurt to send Albus a small note of thanks for taking time from his busy schedule to share the afternoon with her and to properly express her gratitude once more for giving her a chance to teach at Hogwarts. Thinking carefully before putting the quill to the parchment, she found herself humming a happy tune as the words seemed to flow easily.

Dear Albus,

First of all, I wish to thank you for taking time from your busy schedule to spend the afternoon with me. I do appreciate your willingness to help me make the transition to my new position at Hogwarts, and I am very much looking forward to it. I never dreamed that one day I’d be able to join the staff, but I am very happy to have been given a chance. So, once more, thank you for that as well.

I do hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I did this afternoon. I can’t recall when I’ve played a more rousing game of chess or enjoyed the company more. You are most welcome in my home any time, and I do hope we can continue these matches once I’m at Hogwarts. I would consider it an honor, though I know you are a busy wizard with many demands placed upon your time. Still, everyone needs a break from duties, and I would welcome the presence of your company and a challenging chess opponent.

Lastly, I wish to apologize for the abrupt appearance of my parents. I had completely forgotten about our dinner plans, though I do not regret for a single moment spending the afternoon with you in such a leisurely manner. Had I not been caught off guard by their sudden presence, I would have invited you to join us for dinner. It was lovely, and I’m sure my parents would have found no end of questions for you about any number of topics. Perhaps, one day very soon, we could meet to tie up any loose ends about my new position and to share a meal together…my treat.

I hope this letter finds you well and not working too hard.

Most sincerely,
Minerva

Minerva read back through the letter, making the odd change here and there. Overall she was quite happy with the little thank-you note, but she hoped it wasn’t too personal or forward. Yet, a small part of her hoped it was somewhat more familiar than a simple thank-you letter should be. For the first time, Minerva found herself drifting off to sleep as she tried to remember every word he’d said, the way his eyes sparkled, his soft laughter…everything about Albus Dumbledore.

A/N: Once again, a huge thanks to everyone who has taken the time to read and review the story. It’s nice to see so many kind responses and compliments. Keep ‘em coming!! HAPPY EARLY VALENTINE'S DAY!