Post by mcgonagalllioness on Aug 22, 2012 0:28:49 GMT -5
Hello Everyone (: This is my first post on the board, though I've been reading them for a while. This is just something I thought up in about ten minutes, so don't expect much, and please don't be to hard on me, I tried my best 
. Oh, and I apologize in advance for any mistakes, I typed this whole story on the notes app on my iPod around one in the morning, so it may be a little rough.
P.S. I had no idea what to title this story, so sorry if the title sucks
Title: What Size?
Summary: Albus asks Minerva a very personal question, in which both Albus and Minerva get more answers than they bargined for. (Sorry if the summary sucks, I have no idea what to say)
Rating: I'm pretty sure that it's safe for everyone, gets a little fluffy at the end, but nothing too lemony, I think.
They both belong to JKR
What size?
Minerva sat at her usual chair in Albus' office; across from his desk. She had a copy of Wuthering Hieghts in her hand and her feet curled up beneath her. Albus sat behind his desk, sucking a sherbert lemon and wearing a contomplating face. The two sat there in a comfortable silence, until Albus spoke.
" Minerva, do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"
She turned the page and answered without looking up, " Well, that depends on what it is." Albus paused for a moment, then looked at her and said,
"What bra size are you?" Silence. Minerva looked stiff as a board, when finally she snapped her book shut.
"Exuse me? Albus Dumbledore , did you honestly just ask me what size bra I wear!? I will give you five seconds to give me any acceptable reason to ask me such a brash question! Five, four-"
" Well it's because I was having a chat with someone yesterday, I won't say who for their sake, and they said that I was a lucky man to have you, and I agreed, you are my very best friend, and then they asked me what size bra you wear, saying that you were atleast be a B, but I told him I had no idea what size you were! He seemed apaulled and asked me how I could not know! I never realized or thought that a woman's bra size should be common knowledge, so I ask you now: what size bra do you wear?" finished Albus. Minerva counld not believe what she was hearing! How could someone so wise be so thick!
". Albus," said Minerva calmly, " did you say to this person that we are just friends?" Albus knit his eyebrows in confusion.
" No, I didn't think I had to. Everyone knows that we are best friends. Why should I have to voice something that is common knowledge?"
Minerva sighed and ran her hand over her hair.
" Albus, whoever you were talking to, I believe they think that we are more than just friends, that is why he assumed you knew my bra size; and that's probably what he meant when he said you were a lucky man, thought I don't know why.". By that point, Minerva's eyes had left his and found their way to what seemed to now be a most fasinating floor. Quietly, Albus rose from his chair and went around his desk. He crouched down beside Minerva's chair and took her small slender hands in his larger ones, then he spoke in a soft, loving voice.
" Because I am an incredably lucky man, just to know you. And if you friendship is all I can have, I will be overjoyed for the rest of my life," she tore her eyes away from the floor and stared at him, her face full of question. He continued. " I would never expect such a young, vibrant, passionate, witty, charming, brillant, sarcastic, fiery witch to love an old, eccentric man like me. I will take whatever I can get of your attention greedly, and I will do whatever I must to see that gorgouse smile, or god save me, that heart-melting laugh. I have been trying to tell you since you were a student, but my lion of courage always seems to flee at every moment I try, so today I will suceed! Minerva McGonagall, I love you.". Albus didn't even get the chance to catch his breath after such a speach before Minerva crushed her lips into his. When the need for air became to great they finally parted, thought not for long. Minerva grabbed Albus' face between her hands.
" Albus Dumbledore *kiss* I *kiss* love *kiss* you *kiss* too *kiss*. I've been madly in love with you since my fifth year!". She smiled brightly, caressing his face. Albus stood up and put both his hands on either arm of the chair, trapping Minerva. He towered over her, and leaned in. When their lips finally met, it was absolute bliss, but what was once a slow, soft kiss became hot and vigoruos. With tremendous will power, Albus tore his lips from hers and began to trail hot kisses across her jaw and down her neck.
" Albus?" gasped Minerva.
" hum?" said Albus, still devouring her neck.
" Would you like to find out my bra size, first hand?" she asked
In a low growl against her neck he said,
" Oh I defenitly intend to find out using my hands.". And with that he lifted her up out of the chair while her legs straddling his waist. With her arms wrapped around his neck and his hands holding her thighs, their lips crashed together once again in a heated and passionate battle for domanince as Albus walked them to the door to his private chambers.
I hope that wasn't too painful! I should probably never write again, right? I thought so!
. Oh, and I apologize in advance for any mistakes, I typed this whole story on the notes app on my iPod around one in the morning, so it may be a little rough.P.S. I had no idea what to title this story, so sorry if the title sucks
Title: What Size?
Summary: Albus asks Minerva a very personal question, in which both Albus and Minerva get more answers than they bargined for. (Sorry if the summary sucks, I have no idea what to say)
Rating: I'm pretty sure that it's safe for everyone, gets a little fluffy at the end, but nothing too lemony, I think.
They both belong to JKR
What size?
Minerva sat at her usual chair in Albus' office; across from his desk. She had a copy of Wuthering Hieghts in her hand and her feet curled up beneath her. Albus sat behind his desk, sucking a sherbert lemon and wearing a contomplating face. The two sat there in a comfortable silence, until Albus spoke.
" Minerva, do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"
She turned the page and answered without looking up, " Well, that depends on what it is." Albus paused for a moment, then looked at her and said,
"What bra size are you?" Silence. Minerva looked stiff as a board, when finally she snapped her book shut.
"Exuse me? Albus Dumbledore , did you honestly just ask me what size bra I wear!? I will give you five seconds to give me any acceptable reason to ask me such a brash question! Five, four-"
" Well it's because I was having a chat with someone yesterday, I won't say who for their sake, and they said that I was a lucky man to have you, and I agreed, you are my very best friend, and then they asked me what size bra you wear, saying that you were atleast be a B, but I told him I had no idea what size you were! He seemed apaulled and asked me how I could not know! I never realized or thought that a woman's bra size should be common knowledge, so I ask you now: what size bra do you wear?" finished Albus. Minerva counld not believe what she was hearing! How could someone so wise be so thick!
". Albus," said Minerva calmly, " did you say to this person that we are just friends?" Albus knit his eyebrows in confusion.
" No, I didn't think I had to. Everyone knows that we are best friends. Why should I have to voice something that is common knowledge?"
Minerva sighed and ran her hand over her hair.
" Albus, whoever you were talking to, I believe they think that we are more than just friends, that is why he assumed you knew my bra size; and that's probably what he meant when he said you were a lucky man, thought I don't know why.". By that point, Minerva's eyes had left his and found their way to what seemed to now be a most fasinating floor. Quietly, Albus rose from his chair and went around his desk. He crouched down beside Minerva's chair and took her small slender hands in his larger ones, then he spoke in a soft, loving voice.
" Because I am an incredably lucky man, just to know you. And if you friendship is all I can have, I will be overjoyed for the rest of my life," she tore her eyes away from the floor and stared at him, her face full of question. He continued. " I would never expect such a young, vibrant, passionate, witty, charming, brillant, sarcastic, fiery witch to love an old, eccentric man like me. I will take whatever I can get of your attention greedly, and I will do whatever I must to see that gorgouse smile, or god save me, that heart-melting laugh. I have been trying to tell you since you were a student, but my lion of courage always seems to flee at every moment I try, so today I will suceed! Minerva McGonagall, I love you.". Albus didn't even get the chance to catch his breath after such a speach before Minerva crushed her lips into his. When the need for air became to great they finally parted, thought not for long. Minerva grabbed Albus' face between her hands.
" Albus Dumbledore *kiss* I *kiss* love *kiss* you *kiss* too *kiss*. I've been madly in love with you since my fifth year!". She smiled brightly, caressing his face. Albus stood up and put both his hands on either arm of the chair, trapping Minerva. He towered over her, and leaned in. When their lips finally met, it was absolute bliss, but what was once a slow, soft kiss became hot and vigoruos. With tremendous will power, Albus tore his lips from hers and began to trail hot kisses across her jaw and down her neck.
" Albus?" gasped Minerva.
" hum?" said Albus, still devouring her neck.
" Would you like to find out my bra size, first hand?" she asked
In a low growl against her neck he said,
" Oh I defenitly intend to find out using my hands.". And with that he lifted her up out of the chair while her legs straddling his waist. With her arms wrapped around his neck and his hands holding her thighs, their lips crashed together once again in a heated and passionate battle for domanince as Albus walked them to the door to his private chambers.
I hope that wasn't too painful! I should probably never write again, right? I thought so!
