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[dianahawthorne]

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[Rosemary Dumbledore McGonagall]

This was written for horcruxhorror! Hope you enjoy!

A Dance to Remember

Set around Half Blood Prince, December of course. I had set it as if our two profs were not married but I might change it if you ask me nicely!

It was one of those mornings where you would wake up and know something wonderful and magical (pardoning the pun!) would happen. That was the kind of morning which two professors woke to, each preparing themselves for the coming day, even though on Saturdays there isn’t usually a lot to do, but for one, he was preparing to ask another to go for a moonlight stroll whilst said other just carried on with her morning as usual.

The day went on quietly and calmly as it always did until after dinner when Albus Dumbledore asked his Deputy a very important question,
“Would you like to come for a stroll with me later, Minerva?” he asked quietly.
Minerva McGonagall slowly turned to look at him to say something when she couldn’t help but stare at the eyes that meet her, slowly melting her very soul.
“I would lo... like to Albus.” she said hoping Albus wouldn’t notice that she had to correct herself. ‘Why did I almost say that?’
“Very well, I shall pick you up about 9 o’clock then.” replied Albus, noticing that she had slipped a bit whilst answering his question. ‘Was she going to say “I would love to!”? Impossible why would she say something like that!’ he thought as he left the Great Hall to go to his office to finish off some work.

The next few hours dragged slowly for Minerva and Albus as they waited for 9 o’clock to come. But eventually, it came and both professors went for a stroll near the forest.
“Albus.” whispered Minerva after they finally stopped talking about their days. “Why are we going near the forest?”
“Well, my dear, I happened to know that tonight is quite a special night.” Albus answered cryptically as they rounded a corner and Minerva gasped in awe.
They had come to a clearing which had quite long grass and some quartz stones dotted around, but entering the scene were two unicorns.
“Now Minerva we must be quiet.” whispered Albus, “Although they know we are here, we must remain quiet at all times.” he finished whilst Minerva just stood still and listened to every word he said as she watched the unicorns start cantering around some of the quartz stones.

The pair stood there watching the unicorns for what seemed like hours when the unicorns left.
“Where did they go?” whispered Minerva.
“Well, we have just witnessed the ‘Dance of the Unicorns’ which few people are allowed to see. Now they’ve gone to a secluded part of the Forest near here to.......... finish their dance together, if you catch my meaning.”
“Oh, so that was why we had to keep quiet?!”
“Yes my dear.”
“Ummmm.........., why have we been.......... allowed to view this? And why did you ask me to come with you?”
“Well, when one saves the life of a unicorn, they are allowed to view this dance with one other................. a........... special someone who they hold close to their heart.” he answered, hoping she would understand.
Minerva just stood there watching him being unable to speak as she took on the full meaning of his words.
“Albus.................... are you............... saying what I think you are saying?”
“Yes Minerva. I love you with all my heart and soul, al though you may not share the same feelings as me, I wanted you to know.”
As Albus finished his sentence, he felt Minerva turn towards him as if to push him away. Instead, he found her kissing him and he kissed her back.


There was no need for more words that night, but from the next day onwards, Albus and Minerva always remembered the dance that brought them together.

Fini

Hope I did some relatively good writing. Merry Christmas and have a MMAD New Year!

Rosemary Dumbledore McGonagall

[micha]

Hello Lotti,
a happy holiday season to you - have a Merry Christmas, lots of fun and a wonderful New Year!
I had sent you a PM yesterday, but obviously you have not noticed: so now here for everybody...
as I am not good at writing a happy Albus/Minerva-story, I thought i'd better put together a Youtube-clip
Albus and Minerva
it is nothing really new, of course, but I hope the song is ok and the whole thing nice to look at

[mistressquill]

Happy Christmas McGonagall's Girl!!!

[minnie313]

mmteaching_ your secret santa here!!! hope you'll like it!! anyway, merry christmas!!!

lonely christmas...

Minerva was reading a muggle book ("the adventures of Sherlock Holmes"), curled in an armchair in front of the fire. she looked at the grandfather clock standing in a corner of the room, and then sighed deeply. Midnight!! Christmas!!! "Merry Christmas myself ..." she thought ironically. another Christmas she wouldn't have spent with her wonderful husband ... away for duties. again. She tried to reason herself: he was, after all, (one of) the most important person in the wizarding world... But still. she just wanted to be very selfish for once... she wanted to be there on the couch, curled up in his arms, just enjoying his presence...
***
Albus entered the darkened room and yawned. 2a.m. on christmas morning! that was until then they had kept him. he moved inside and smiled sadly as he saw his beautiful wife snuggled in the couch asleep. he kissed her temple and picked her up, carrying her up to their bedroom. he made her ready for night and went a few minutes in the bathroom, making himself ready too. when he reentered the room, she had awoken. she was smiling, a sleepy look on her face. he came into his bed and took her in his strong arms. she burried her head onto his shoulders and whispered:
"Merry christmas to you Albus"
"Merry christmas to you too Tabby".

[harmonydumbledore]

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[Junora]

Secret Santa For Ashley
A Merry Christmas for you dear.

Christmas Joy.

[/u]

Beverly Crusher was sitting in front of an enormous Christmas tree.
She loved Christmas especial now that she was married to her best friend and pregnant with his child. She laid her hand on her belly as she felt the child kick her, it was wonderful she wasn't this happy since she was pregnant with Wesley.

“Beverly, would you like to help me with the tree decoration.”, asked Jean-Luc Picard as he came into the living room with a huge box of ornaments.

“Of course, darling, at least you let me do anything, sometimes I think you are a bit to overprotective with this child.”, she laughed as she began to hang several ornaments onto the tree, like small crystals, and red and gold colored glass balls a chain of little fairy lights and on top a five hundred year old Christmas Angel.

The Tree looked wonderful, Beverly looked like she might cry any second, damn those pregnancy hormones.

“Oh Jean-Luc the tree is wonderful, I'm so happy at the moment I don't think that there is anything that could be better.”, she said.

As everything was done the retired to bed and fell asleep soon after that content to be just laying in the arms of one another.

In the next Morning he woke up to the knocking at the door.

As Picard opened the door he smiled and embraced his son. “Wesley, what are you doing here, I thought you have to work, something like being the coffee boy to Admiral Janeway. As I recall she was not happy that you crashed the her toy flyer.”, smiled Picard.

“Yeah, actually I would have to play coffee slave for the rest of the year. But Commander Paris put in a word for me, something like her husband crashed the Delta Flyer more than once or so. What ever it was I got a free ticket so now I can have Christmas with my Family.”, Wesley grinned at his adoptive father.

“So where is Mom? Don't tell me she is working again.”,
“No actually, she still sleeps because, if you had bothered to looked on the watch you would see it is four in the Morning.”, yawned Picard behind his hand.

“Oh, Dad I'm so sorry, I took the first transport to France I could get I didn't wanted to give the Admiral time to change her mind.” “I understand son, what do you think should we head to bed and sleep a bit. I bet your mother will love her Christmas present when she wakes up.”, Picard said and gave Wesley a shove towards his room.

At nine in the morning Beverly woke with a start. “Jean-Luc, wake up!”, she gave her husband a big shove and so kicked him out of the bed.

“What, I'm awake, awake, what have I done now, Bev?”, he asked bewildered.
“It is time, darling!”, “No, checked the time, it is only nine, we have a lot of time”, he replied and was going to lay back in on bed.

“No Jean-Luc, the baby is coming!”, Beverly said from the closet as she was dressing herself.
“What, no, it is too soon, you are just what seven month pregnant, it is too early”, Picard was nearly into hysterics.

Beverly on the other hand was calm, “Jean-Luc I'm a little over nine month pregnant, this baby is right on time, so relax and call the beam out please.”, she said as she watched her husband running around like a headless chicken.

“Yeah of course, Picard to transporter, two to beam out towards Starfleet Medical Center, Dr. Crusher is in Labor.”

“Aye, Sir”, came the emotionless reply.

As soon as Beverly was at the hospital her colleague Dr. Walters, came in.
“Ah, Beverly it is time isn't it?”, she asked.
“Yes, could you please calm my husband down?”, he is hysteric.
Dr. Walters just laughed and got Picard to calm down and join his wife in the delivering room.


At the mean time Wesley was transported to Starfleet Medical and met his adopted father at the doors.

“How is she dad?”, he asked breathlessly
“Everything is going great, I came just out to see if you found us, now I have to go back, or your mother will kill me.”, said Picard on his way back to the delivery room.

Wesley paced a few hours around wearing a path into the floor, as he heard the scream of an infant.
Only minutes later a doctor came out and told him that he was aloud to see his family now.

As Wesley came into his mothers room he could see her sitting in her bed and nursing the baby.
He quickly turned around and blushed a deep red.

Beverly saw this and began to laugh; “Oh Wesley, don't be embarrassed, I was feeding you exactly the same way as you were a baby, so come and say hello to your baby sister I'm done feeding her.”, she said as she handed her daughter to Wesley.

“What is her name, mom?”, asked Wesley as he looked at the sweetest little girl ever.
“ Her name is Ashley Joy Crusher”, Picard said.

“Jean-Luc I want to thank you for the best Christmas present ever.”, Beverly said as she leaned over to kiss her Husband lovingly.

“Merry Christmas Beverly”
“Merry Christmas Jean-Luc”

“Merry Christmas Wesley, and Ashley”, they said unison.


The End
And so with these words, I wish you a very Merry Christmas Ashley.

Yours Lottie

I'm sorry for all grammar mistakes I tried my best.

[dianahawthorne]

Here's my little gift to the fabulous micha - enjoy, dear xx!

ENOUGH FOR NOW
It was hopeless, and she was hopelessly in love with him. How could she resist? He was strong, clever, handsome... self-deprecating at times, but she saw through his self-condemnation. How could she not? She had loved him for years, ever since she had met him – or nearly, at least. But he was unable, she believed, to love her in return – how could he ever love her?

It gave her hope when he escorted her to her rooms after dinner that night. His voice was soft and soothing as they chatted lightly, speaking of inconsequential things. She felt her heart flutter in her chest as he squeezed her hand lightly, turning the corner to her bedroom.

‘I suppose this is good-night,’ he said, her hand still resting within his. She made no attempt to move as he gazed down into her eyes. For a moment, she thought he was about to tell her something, but then he stopped.

‘Good-night,’ he murmured, ending his moment of indecision. She sighed.

‘Good-night,’ she replied.

He stood there another moment before leaning forward, his lips lightly brushing her cheek, before he released her hand and turned away.

As he left her at her door, she pressed her palm against her cheek. It was enough, she thought. Enough for now.

[mmteaching]

***Nekonis secret santa ***

I don't know whether this story should be posted in fluff or romance probably it would fit both, so I'm posting it here.

A Happy New Year to everybody

Helping to find the way

Minerva closed the door of the transfiguration classroom with a sigh and leaned heavily against it. Two more days, till Christmas. The first Christmas ever, she wouldn’t spend at home with the huge McGonagall-clan. This year she would stay at Hogwarts with the few remaining students. Most of the other teachers had children of their own, so naturally they would spend the time with their own families. Minerva didn’t object, yet the prospects of spending her own special days so far from her own kin made her a little melancholic.

Stepping away from the door Minerva gathered her things and left the classroom she had been teaching in for two years now. Two years since Albus Dumbledore became Headmaster and asked her to join the staff. Minerva loved teaching and was sure, she had found the right job, the students could be hell nonetheless.
And then there was Albus Dumbledore himself. Try as she might, she didn’t seem able to escape that man. He was so much older than she was herself, had even been her teacher once, he was famous for his achievements and his power and women seemed to line up for him. On top of all that he wasn’t her usual type at all. Yet time and time again she caught herself daydreaming of him: the sparkling blue eyes, the patience he showed for anyone and everyone, those slender hands always occupied with one thing or another and his voice that was able to turn a dreadful day in the best day ever. And now HE was one of three other teachers remaining in the castle.
Minerva took a deep breath and was on her way to her private rooms, this was going to be a merry Christmas indeed!

Reaching her quarters Minerva realized a parcel, that must have arrived while she was in class. Curiously she opened the box, revealing a letter from her mother:

Dear heart,
We’ll miss you all terribly at Christmas but as you pointed out on your last visit, maybe it is time you started your own traditions. In order to give you an easier start, I sent you some of your favourite Christmas tree decorations. All you’ll have to do now is to get a small tree.
All my love
Mum

Smiling wistfully, Minerva put the letter on the table beside the box and lifted the wrapping paper. The box sparkled with her own ornaments. The ones she had made with her great-grandmother, a long time ago.

***Flashback***

The McGonagall-clan was gathering at the McGonagall castle three days before Christmas.
All the rooms were in use and a lot of people were bustling around the place.
“Mama, Minerva is doing it again!” cried a disgruntled Malcolm.
“What is she doing again?” came the tired reply from Marlena McGonagall.
“She is using your wand to practice transfiguration on my toy-dragons. I told her to stop, like you wanted me to do the last three times, but she simply won’t listen.”
Rushing into the room Marlena McGonagall grabbed her wand out of her five year old daughters’ hand. “Minerva, you know perfectly well, that you aren’t allowed to use magic yet. You’ll have to wait at least five more years!”
“But mum, that’s why I used your wand in the first place, this way nobody will know. And there is nothing I can do about my age, it’s just not fair.”
After stamping her foot Minerva stormed out of the room. She felt so furious, she could burst. Who made these stupid rules anyway?

Running up the stairs she took the first door she reached and threw herself on the big four-poster bed in the middle of the room and screamed into the white pillow, all the time kicking her feet and punching the mattress.
Minervas great-grandmother, whose room the furious girl hat chosen for her tantrum, opened the door just in time to see the red, green and golden sparks of the girls’ magic gathering around Minerva. Within seconds the glittering cloud exploded destroying the ornate family mirror hanging on the opposite wall.
Minerva sat up in the bed immediately and, when she realized, what she had done, the tears of fury turned into tears of sorrow. Shocked she stared at the shards of mirror lying on the floor and between sobs she apologized to the old woman. Saying she was sorry and that she didn’t intend to bring years and years of bad luck to the family by breaking this mirror.
Marisa McGonagall suppressed a smile and went over to the crying girl. She sat on the bed beside Minerva and took her in her arms soothing the distressed girl and assuring her, that breaking a mirror didn’t mean that there had to be bad luck.
Picking up one of the shards gingerly, she told Minerva:
“Look how beautiful it sparkles, how can something like that mean bad luck? You just have to give it a different meaning! How about that?”
She swished her wand over the peace of broken mirror and transfigured the shard into a beautiful Christmas ornament. A golden lion holding a square little mirror twined with tendrils of flowers.
Minerva gasped and took the ornament in her tiny hands.
“It’s beautiful grandma, but you said we had to give it another meaning, what will that beautiful little mirror do now?”
Marisa thought about that for a moment, than she smiled an answered:
“I’m pretty sure these little mirrors will help you find your way when you are lost or insecure how to go on.” The little girl turned the ornament in her hands and let it catch the light.
“I believe you are right!” she said before putting the ornament down.
“What about all the other peaces of mirror?” she asked jumping from the bed.
“It seems, I desperately need your help to transfigure these as well”, the old woman grinned holding out her wand to Minerva.
Beaming the girl grabbed the wand and started right away. There were cats, birds, more lions, a swan and even a very small phoenix holding different peaces of mirror with tendrils of flowers.


***End Flashback***

From this day on the animals with their sparkling mirrors had been hanging on the huge McGonagall Christmas tree. And no bad luck had haunted the family at least not more than any other family.
Twentythree years later Minerva gingerly lifted the little lion from the box and left it to dangle from her finger. The little mirror turned one way than the other reflecting the light.
Smiling wistfully she said: “I wish you could show me the way now! Is the way I seem to have started down already, even possible? No, there is simply no way Albus Dumbledore would fall in love with someone like me.”
Minerva sighed and took hold of the ornament in order to put it back in the box, already planning to go and ask Hagrid for a small tree. Before she finally put the little ornament back with the others she took another look in the small mirror, dropping it out of shock and embarrassment. In the last second the tiny mirror had reflected the door to her rooms opening soundlessly and admitting a certain blue-eyed, auburn-haired headmaster.
Inches before the little lion shattered on the floor Albus Dumbledore held out his right hand and summoned it. He looked at the animal and at the mirror turning it in his hand. After a few moments that seemed like hours to Minerva, he let the ornament dangle from his long fingers too. The mirror turned to both sides until it kept still in the middle reflecting the blushing Minerva who seemed to be rooted to the spot.
Finally Albus lifted his eyes und smiled brilliantly at Minerva. “You see my dear, there’s always a way!”
Minerva had heard enough with three steps she was in his arms, and absolutely sure she hat taken the right way.
Returning Albus’ smile she thought. Starting new traditions indeed !
That was her last thought for a while, because who can think while being kissed by Albus Dumbledore?

***This is my first story ever and I apologize for the mistakes ***

[harmonydumbledore]

Who can think indeed! That what not my gift but I thought it great all the same. Well done!

[Nekoni]

This is Harmony's Secter Santa Gift!
Happy New Years everyone!!!

“Da?” A small boy of around 9 peered around the corner into the library where he saw his father reading the newest issue of Transfiguration Today in an upholstered purple chair.
“Yes my boy?” The auburn haired man set aside the magazine and set his twinkling blue eyes, framed by half-moon spectacles, with full attention to the young boy.
“Can I ask you something Da?” Albus couldn’t help but smile at his son’s Scottish lit surfaced. The boy may have his striking blue eyes, but everything else was pure Minerva. From his orderly, short cut, raven black hair to his studious nature.
“Of course David, you know you can ask me anything.” With that Albus motioned for his son to sit upon his lap. David took the offer up and when he was settled upon his father’s lap he looked up with curious eyes.
“Is Santa Claus real?” David asked straight-forward. So sudden and un-expected was the question that Albus was taken aback and found himself at a loss for what to say.
“Why of course my dear boy, he’s as real as you and me.”
“I was at school earlier and Paul was making fun of me because I believe…” David’s head hung low, reliving those hurtful words. Albus just hugged him tighter, both saddened that his son was being bullied as well as some anger toward this twit named Paul.
“And why does this Paul’s opinion matter so much?” Albus looked into David’s face.
“I don’t know.” David responded honestly, calmed by his father’s twinkling gaze.
“So there is no reason to worry.” Albus simply smiled and rubbed a comforting hand on David’s back. With his worries considerably lightened David gave a brilliant smile as he hoped off his father’s lap.
“Alright David it’s time for bed.” Minerva closed ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas all the Christmas time rituals had taken place, the cookies and milk had been set out for Santa (with a few carrots for the reindeer naturally) and although David knew he would not be sleeping, he felt rather tired. As his parents led him up the stairs toward his bedroom, David was concocting his plan to find out if there really was a Santa Claus.
As he snuggled up in his bed David received good night kisses from both his mother and father, soft whiskers from his father’s beard tickling his face. The oil lamp beside his bed was magically turned off with a wave of Albus’s hand and David gave a good act of resting peacefully.
“And now for presents” Albus gave a boyish chuckle of excitement as he and his wife headed back to their chambers. Once they were in, Albus quickly transfigured his already red robes into a jolly old suit, and his hair turned into a sparkling silver of older years. As he turned as if modeling for Minerva she gave an approving nod and girlish giggle.
“You should go soon if you want to be on time.” Minerva warned as she gave Albus a quick peck on the lips.
“Of course my love, wish me luck.” And with that Albus disappeared up the chimney.
David was as quite as a mouse as he crept down the stairs, settling himself down on the couch he tried his hardest to stay awake. But it had been a long day, and he found he could not keep his eyelips open for more than a few minutes before drifting off to sleep.
A loud noise caused David to jump from his rest. Eyes wide he gazed at the tall man, silver hair, long beard, glasses, a beautiful red suit, twinkling eyes, and a large pack of what looked to be presents slung over his shoulder.
The man who could only be Santa Claus looked over his half moon glasses and gave a small smile as he put a long finger to his mouth, signaling for David to be silent. Quickly Santa went to work and put the presents around the Dumbledore Christmas tree. Once he was done Mr. Claus turned his attention toward the little boy sitting wide awake, wide eyes, awe-struck.
“Good night my boy” Santa bent down and gave a quick kiss to David’s head. He tucked him in and with that, Santa Claus was gone. Leaving no doubt in David’s mind, Santa was real.

[McGonagallsGirl]

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[gryffindorprincess]

Sorry its late I was in the hospital but here you go silvertabby merry christmas and I'm very sorry once again.

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[PiER]

Merry Christmas dianahawthorne and a very Happy New Year!

Sorry it's so late, let's hope good things come to those who wait.

Disclaimer: Belongs to the fabulous J.K. Rowling

Immortal Longings

He saw her from across the room. Watched her sway in her chair as her gaze followed those on the dance floor. Her cheeks were flushed and eyes aglow, a gillywater clutched in her hand.

Beckoned by the call of bittersweet memories he slowly made his way to her side.

A bashful young couple across the dance floor captured her attention and he caught her smothered grin.

“I give him three dances.”

He recognised the nervous wizard as a former Hufflepuff and believed it would take him a while to pluck up the courage and ask the lady to dance.

“He’ll only need one.”

Until she spoke he did not realise quite how much he had missed the lilt of her voice. Slowly she turned in her chair, head tipped to one side, eyebrow arched.

“Albus Dumbledore.”

No hint of surprise but quite possibly an undercurrent of amusement. She greeted him as she tended to treat the rest of the world, with an air of possession.

“Min.”

He took off his hat and flourished a bow. She flicked her hand banishing her gillywater then twiddled her fingers beckoning him closer. Who obliviated her scent of honey? With her hand clasped in his he dared ask her to dance. He anticipated rejection but managed to mask his surprise as he felt the tug of her rising to her feet.

“You haven’t changed.”

Albus pondered her words as he guided her into a dance. Had he changed much in three years?

“I suppose I haven’t.”

He had almost forgotten the way the candlelight played upon her hair.

“Do you want to change?”

Her hand caressed his shoulder, fingertips clasping his collar. He stiffened, voice catching.

“It’s the only evidence of life.”

She found his answer amusing, he could feel her smile but dared not look down into her face less she bewitch him entirely. He cast his mind this way and that, frantically wracking his brain for something to say. He wanted to unsettle her as she unsettled him. He could not recall ever being quite so flustered by her.

“Do you ever...?” He cleared his throat and she pulled back to catch his gaze. Admiring her, he fell in love with the curve if her cheek all over again. “Remember Rio?”

He caught the ghost of a smile before she affected an air of nonchalance.

“Who knows what would have happened if you had taken up with me.”

If he didn’t know better he would say her tone was wistful.

“You’re talking as if it is all too late.”

Her green gaze sharpened.

“Isn’t it?”

His hand slipped from her waist to her hip to her lower back. He was surprised that she did not resist, emboldened he placed a featherlight kiss upon her knuckles then brought their clasped hands to rest above his heart.

“I don’t know that I want love.”

When they had been lovers before she had been uncomfortable with displays of affection. And though she seemed more willing, those walls were not easily scaled. Was he asking for love this time around? Comfort, reassurance, release – yes. But love?

“Oh yes, Albus, you are.”

She looked up at him then, begging him to understand. The words were thick between them but neither had the courage to utter them out loud.

They swayed in gentle time to the music, occasionally nodding to other dancers.

“Looks like you were right.”

She made a sound at the back of her throat, a hum of inquiry. He jutted his chin in the direction of the young couple they had commented on earlier nervously stepping on each others toes.

“Well I hate to gloat.”

“Yes,” he smirked, “I always think of you hating to be right.” Suddenly overcome by a profound urge to confess, he leaned down close, beard tickling her ear, and whispered, “Have you any idea how much I think about you?”

There was that hum again but this time he had trouble discerning its meaning. Acceptance? Reassurance? Admonition?

“I believe it is time for me to head home.” He froze, holding her just that little bit more tighter. Tentatively she leaned into him, finger and thumb massaging the back of his neck. “Perhaps you would like to kiss me goodnight?”

*

Thank you Diana, you make me blush!

Oh and just want to say what great Secret Santas everyone made!