Post by scarletquill on Aug 26, 2006 23:54:31 GMT -5
(Please excuse small grammar, punct., and such.... I have no Micro. Work! Bad I know.... I'm just starting to write fan fictions so any comments and advice would be nice. Thanks)
DISCLAIMER: I got the idea (of the activity) on a movie, that's all
WARNINGS: None really...
TITLE: Under the Cloth
SUMMARY: Albus and Minerva go on a impromptu date
RATING: Movie-wise, between PG and PG-13
13+ maybe(?)
(start)
In her lonely Transfigurations office, Minerva McGonagall sat at her desk. Darkness was beginning to fall around the room like ice cream dripping slowly from the cone, she twisted in her high backed chair to peer at the school grounds below outside of the window positioned behind her. She cranked her neck to get the quidditch field within view and saw no more than seven of her house team flying through the air on their broomsticks old and new. With the final game with Slytherin looming in the distance the Gryffindor team had been on the field at any given chance, she thought of lessening the N.E.W.T workload so Harry could prepare his teammates for the game as much as he would like but thought against it.
Pulling her wand out of the inside of her emerald green robes, she pointed it at the single candle perched innocently to her right.
"Incendio." Minerva firmly stated.
As she returned her gaze to the night's usual stack of essays (tonight's stack on transfiguring into a large animal) was alarmingly small in number.
"Tonight is not your night Minerva, pull it together." She tried to talk some sense into herself.
Moments later she set aside her quill in defeat, apparently her mind was elsewhere and elsewhere happened to be in Dumbledore's office... to be frank.
Suddenly she stood from her desk and moved to the brick fireplace at the back of the room. Surely the Floo Network would be quicker than sending post by owl, although she thought sticking her head within the grate was strictly unladylike. This was a time of need. Minerva dipped her delicate hand inside the small oak box that held the sparkling green substance and tossed a pinch into the fire. Quickly she bent down unto her knees on the rug in front of the green flames and stuck her head in the fire.
"Albus." She called in his seemingly empty office.
The chair behind his desk swiveled around to show the long grey haired man in robes of deep blue with gold shooting stars.
"Minerva."
"Oh Albus, you sneaky Hickypunk." She blushed.
He bent his knees to lower himself to Minerva's floating head inside his fireplace.
"This must be urgent if you have used your Floo powder, I know you dislike using it." The years of hidden courtship told Albus this small detail along with many others.
"You only know me too well."
"Yes Love." He wished she was before him in person so he could caress her high cheekbones and kiss her petite lips "Are you willing to put aside your students' essays to be in my company tonight?"
"It's Saturday and I can always make time for you Dear." She smiled.
***
Inside of the Three Broomsticks the two professors took their seats across each other around the small table which was covered with a crisp white tablecloth and gleaming ivory china sitting serenely on top of it.
"This is sweet of you Albus, I know it was last minute but you clouded my every thought." Minerva reached across the table and took Dumbledore's hand in hers.
"And I can say the same for you." He sweetly kissed the back of her hand.
"Oh I simply cannot contain myself any longer," She swooned "There is something I've always dreamed of doing in my youth."
"Yes?" A wandering mind was always entertaining to Dumbledore.
Minerva released Albus's hand and with a glace around the full dining room she crept beneath the table concealed under the white tablecloth.
"In public Minerva.... Oh," He muttered from the corner of his mouth "If you insist...."
With the Three Broomsticks booming with business as busy as ever, no one noticed the secret bliss the two shared at the moment.
(end)
DISCLAIMER: I got the idea (of the activity) on a movie, that's all
WARNINGS: None really...
TITLE: Under the Cloth
SUMMARY: Albus and Minerva go on a impromptu date
RATING: Movie-wise, between PG and PG-13
13+ maybe(?)(start)
In her lonely Transfigurations office, Minerva McGonagall sat at her desk. Darkness was beginning to fall around the room like ice cream dripping slowly from the cone, she twisted in her high backed chair to peer at the school grounds below outside of the window positioned behind her. She cranked her neck to get the quidditch field within view and saw no more than seven of her house team flying through the air on their broomsticks old and new. With the final game with Slytherin looming in the distance the Gryffindor team had been on the field at any given chance, she thought of lessening the N.E.W.T workload so Harry could prepare his teammates for the game as much as he would like but thought against it.
Pulling her wand out of the inside of her emerald green robes, she pointed it at the single candle perched innocently to her right.
"Incendio." Minerva firmly stated.
As she returned her gaze to the night's usual stack of essays (tonight's stack on transfiguring into a large animal) was alarmingly small in number.
"Tonight is not your night Minerva, pull it together." She tried to talk some sense into herself.
Moments later she set aside her quill in defeat, apparently her mind was elsewhere and elsewhere happened to be in Dumbledore's office... to be frank.
Suddenly she stood from her desk and moved to the brick fireplace at the back of the room. Surely the Floo Network would be quicker than sending post by owl, although she thought sticking her head within the grate was strictly unladylike. This was a time of need. Minerva dipped her delicate hand inside the small oak box that held the sparkling green substance and tossed a pinch into the fire. Quickly she bent down unto her knees on the rug in front of the green flames and stuck her head in the fire.
"Albus." She called in his seemingly empty office.
The chair behind his desk swiveled around to show the long grey haired man in robes of deep blue with gold shooting stars.
"Minerva."
"Oh Albus, you sneaky Hickypunk." She blushed.
He bent his knees to lower himself to Minerva's floating head inside his fireplace.
"This must be urgent if you have used your Floo powder, I know you dislike using it." The years of hidden courtship told Albus this small detail along with many others.
"You only know me too well."
"Yes Love." He wished she was before him in person so he could caress her high cheekbones and kiss her petite lips "Are you willing to put aside your students' essays to be in my company tonight?"
"It's Saturday and I can always make time for you Dear." She smiled.
***
Inside of the Three Broomsticks the two professors took their seats across each other around the small table which was covered with a crisp white tablecloth and gleaming ivory china sitting serenely on top of it.
"This is sweet of you Albus, I know it was last minute but you clouded my every thought." Minerva reached across the table and took Dumbledore's hand in hers.
"And I can say the same for you." He sweetly kissed the back of her hand.
"Oh I simply cannot contain myself any longer," She swooned "There is something I've always dreamed of doing in my youth."
"Yes?" A wandering mind was always entertaining to Dumbledore.
Minerva released Albus's hand and with a glace around the full dining room she crept beneath the table concealed under the white tablecloth.
"In public Minerva.... Oh," He muttered from the corner of his mouth "If you insist...."
With the Three Broomsticks booming with business as busy as ever, no one noticed the secret bliss the two shared at the moment.
(end)
I really like the idea of the two doing what they are doing in the three broomsticks 
