Post by ginger newts on Sept 12, 2004 20:31:03 GMT -5
ArabellaFiggs asked for more, so here it is! (There will probably be another one after this...)
Napping Again
Minerva McGonagall walked wearily up the front steps of Hogwarts. She had just returned from her first mission for the Order of the Phoenix since being hit by four stunners, no thanks to Delores Umbridge. Minerva had been anxious to be useful again, but had to admit to herself that she still tired much more easily than in the past. Only three days ago she had fallen asleep on the couch at Grimmauld Place before the Order meeting. That afternoon had been constantly in her thoughts while she was away, for when she awoke it was to find herself in the arms of her best friend who was also secretly the man of her dreams – Albus Dumbledore. He had seemed happy to hold her, pulling her closer and smiling at her, and just before they had entered the meeting he spoke a simple sentence that had haunted her brain for the last 72 hours.
"I do believe that was the best nap I've ever had. Perhaps we could try it again sometime, in a less public setting?"
Those were the words Albus had spoken after their impromptu nap, the words that made her heart leap with hope. Was it possible he returned her feelings? As she continued to think about the events of three days previously, Minerva found herself automatically making her way to Albus’ office. It came as no surprise to her when she found herself standing in front of the stone gargoyle, she had intended to go straight to Albus and tell him what she had found out on her mission as well as just to see him again. Strange how after fifty-plus years of friendship she could miss him so much during a short journey away.
Minerva gave the password and stepped onto the spiraling stone staircase that would bring her to the Headmaster’s office. She knocked, but there was no answer, which surprised her. Trying the handle, Minerva found that it opened to her and she stepped into the familiar circular office. Albus was nowhere to be seen, so Minerva knocked on the door that lead to his private rooms. Again receiving no response she began to worry, wouldn’t someone have told her if he was called away? In a rush of boldness, Minerva tested the door and once again found that it opened to her, allowing her to slip inside Albus’ sitting room. Here, she found evidence that her friend had recently been in his rooms. The lamp on the table was lit and a half empty mug of hot chocolate sat under it, next to an open book.
“Albus?” She called, looking around.
No answer. Minerva picked up the hot chocolate and discovered that it had cooled, it must have been abandoned more than only moments ago. Suddenly, Minerva realized that the bedroom door was slightly ajar. Curiosity mingled with her concern for Albus, she had always wanted to know what his bedroom looked like. Of course, being invited there by him would be preferable, but a look around now couldn’t hurt, besides, she told herself, she was looking for him. With that settled, Minerva crossed to the door and pushed it further open. The sight that met her eyes brought a rare smile to her face, easing away some of the lines the years had wrought there. Albus Dumbledore was asleep on top of his vivid purple comforter, his long silvery hair was splayed out behind him and he was curled on his side like a little boy, clutching a pillow in his arms. As she stood there watching, his eyes slowly opened and he smiled blearily at her.
Minerva blushed, “I’m sorry, Albus, I didn’t mean to wake you. I came to tell you about the mission, but it can wait, I’ll see you at dinner.”
She turned to leave, but he called her back. Turning in the doorway, she said, “Yes, Albus?”
“Come here,” he sat up and patted the bed next to him.
She crossed and stood in front of him. Albus looked at her closely and said, “You look exhausted, my dear. Join me?”
Minerva started to protest, not wanting to appear weak. Merlin only knew how long Albus would keep her from doing real work if he thought she still couldn’t handle it and Minerva had no desire to sit around like a useless lump while a war was beginning.
“Please, Minerva. I have not slept well these past three days while you were away and as relieved as I am to see you back I know I will rest better with you here beside me,” he looked at her with puppy dog eyes.
How could she refuse this man anything? She couldn’t. “Alright, Albus, just for you,” she said with an impish smile.
Albus moved the pillow so she could rest her head on it and as Minerva climbed on top of the bed with him he reached up to pull the pins from her hair. As they settled down to sleep, Albus rolled onto his back and Minerva’s head came to rest on his chest, their arms draped lightly around each others waists. Albus immediately fell back asleep, but as tired as she was Minerva found sleep elusive. She lay there for a while thinking about Albus and his recent actions as she drifted in and out of a light sleep. Before she could completely succumb to her slumber, Albus began to snore. Loudly. Minerva poked him gently in the ribs and the snores subsided for a moment before beginning again. Sighing she tried to roll Albus onto his side, but his body relaxed in sleep was a dead weight beside her and she couldn’t move him. Eventually, her efforts to cease his snores woke Albus and he looked down at her with confusion.
“You were snoring,” she explained.
“Ah,” he said somewhat sheepishly, “I had no idea I snored. There, er, hasn’t been anyone to point that out to me in many years. I do apologize if I kept you awake.”
“That’s alright, Albus. It’s time for dinner anyway, we should head downstairs,” Minerva said softly. She hadn’t missed his declaration of spending many years alone.
The two professors made their way downstairs, both slightly disappointed that their second attempt at napping together hadn’t turned out as well as the first, but eagerly awaiting a time when they could try again.
Napping Again
Minerva McGonagall walked wearily up the front steps of Hogwarts. She had just returned from her first mission for the Order of the Phoenix since being hit by four stunners, no thanks to Delores Umbridge. Minerva had been anxious to be useful again, but had to admit to herself that she still tired much more easily than in the past. Only three days ago she had fallen asleep on the couch at Grimmauld Place before the Order meeting. That afternoon had been constantly in her thoughts while she was away, for when she awoke it was to find herself in the arms of her best friend who was also secretly the man of her dreams – Albus Dumbledore. He had seemed happy to hold her, pulling her closer and smiling at her, and just before they had entered the meeting he spoke a simple sentence that had haunted her brain for the last 72 hours.
"I do believe that was the best nap I've ever had. Perhaps we could try it again sometime, in a less public setting?"
Those were the words Albus had spoken after their impromptu nap, the words that made her heart leap with hope. Was it possible he returned her feelings? As she continued to think about the events of three days previously, Minerva found herself automatically making her way to Albus’ office. It came as no surprise to her when she found herself standing in front of the stone gargoyle, she had intended to go straight to Albus and tell him what she had found out on her mission as well as just to see him again. Strange how after fifty-plus years of friendship she could miss him so much during a short journey away.
Minerva gave the password and stepped onto the spiraling stone staircase that would bring her to the Headmaster’s office. She knocked, but there was no answer, which surprised her. Trying the handle, Minerva found that it opened to her and she stepped into the familiar circular office. Albus was nowhere to be seen, so Minerva knocked on the door that lead to his private rooms. Again receiving no response she began to worry, wouldn’t someone have told her if he was called away? In a rush of boldness, Minerva tested the door and once again found that it opened to her, allowing her to slip inside Albus’ sitting room. Here, she found evidence that her friend had recently been in his rooms. The lamp on the table was lit and a half empty mug of hot chocolate sat under it, next to an open book.
“Albus?” She called, looking around.
No answer. Minerva picked up the hot chocolate and discovered that it had cooled, it must have been abandoned more than only moments ago. Suddenly, Minerva realized that the bedroom door was slightly ajar. Curiosity mingled with her concern for Albus, she had always wanted to know what his bedroom looked like. Of course, being invited there by him would be preferable, but a look around now couldn’t hurt, besides, she told herself, she was looking for him. With that settled, Minerva crossed to the door and pushed it further open. The sight that met her eyes brought a rare smile to her face, easing away some of the lines the years had wrought there. Albus Dumbledore was asleep on top of his vivid purple comforter, his long silvery hair was splayed out behind him and he was curled on his side like a little boy, clutching a pillow in his arms. As she stood there watching, his eyes slowly opened and he smiled blearily at her.
Minerva blushed, “I’m sorry, Albus, I didn’t mean to wake you. I came to tell you about the mission, but it can wait, I’ll see you at dinner.”
She turned to leave, but he called her back. Turning in the doorway, she said, “Yes, Albus?”
“Come here,” he sat up and patted the bed next to him.
She crossed and stood in front of him. Albus looked at her closely and said, “You look exhausted, my dear. Join me?”
Minerva started to protest, not wanting to appear weak. Merlin only knew how long Albus would keep her from doing real work if he thought she still couldn’t handle it and Minerva had no desire to sit around like a useless lump while a war was beginning.
“Please, Minerva. I have not slept well these past three days while you were away and as relieved as I am to see you back I know I will rest better with you here beside me,” he looked at her with puppy dog eyes.
How could she refuse this man anything? She couldn’t. “Alright, Albus, just for you,” she said with an impish smile.
Albus moved the pillow so she could rest her head on it and as Minerva climbed on top of the bed with him he reached up to pull the pins from her hair. As they settled down to sleep, Albus rolled onto his back and Minerva’s head came to rest on his chest, their arms draped lightly around each others waists. Albus immediately fell back asleep, but as tired as she was Minerva found sleep elusive. She lay there for a while thinking about Albus and his recent actions as she drifted in and out of a light sleep. Before she could completely succumb to her slumber, Albus began to snore. Loudly. Minerva poked him gently in the ribs and the snores subsided for a moment before beginning again. Sighing she tried to roll Albus onto his side, but his body relaxed in sleep was a dead weight beside her and she couldn’t move him. Eventually, her efforts to cease his snores woke Albus and he looked down at her with confusion.
“You were snoring,” she explained.
“Ah,” he said somewhat sheepishly, “I had no idea I snored. There, er, hasn’t been anyone to point that out to me in many years. I do apologize if I kept you awake.”
“That’s alright, Albus. It’s time for dinner anyway, we should head downstairs,” Minerva said softly. She hadn’t missed his declaration of spending many years alone.
The two professors made their way downstairs, both slightly disappointed that their second attempt at napping together hadn’t turned out as well as the first, but eagerly awaiting a time when they could try again.
. Sorry ;D... hehehehehehe...
