Post by ginger newts on Oct 21, 2004 18:30:59 GMT -5
Okay, I really don't know what's up with the Christmas fics this week... This one came from yet another "I wonder if" chat with Sensiblyquirky. Just FYI it takes place during/after the Yule Ball in Harry's 4th year.
Happy Christmas, Love
So many of the students were dancing much too close to their partners for Minerva's liking, whenever she got close enough she would try to separate them a bit. She was just about to interrupt a couple from Hufflepuff when she felt a hand on her arm. Turning around she looked into the twinkling blue eyes that could always make her forget what she was about to say or do.
"May I have this dance?" Albus asked in that sweetly endearing way of his.
Minerva was torn, that couple was now snogging, right on the dance floor. She hesitated and then said, "Just a moment." and took a step toward the students.
Albus tightened his hold on her arm, stopping her, "Leave them, it's Christmas Eve," he said. "And I want to dance with you."
Minerva glared at him, but she wasn't really angry, she never could be truly angry with Albus. "Alright, just this once," she said coyly and let him lead her onto the dance floor.
The song was much too short and neither Albus nor Minerva wanted to let the other go when it had finished, but for the sake of propriety and because there were guests at the school, they thanked each other for the dance and parted ways.
They did manage one more dance later in the evening, when Minerva finally managed to get away from Ludo Bagman long enough. Then the ball was over and they both still felt cheated out of a real dance together, they hadn't been able to hold each other as closely as they would have liked and they couldn't really talk at all because the music was too loud.
Minerva made sure that all of her Gryffindors were back in the tower and in their own beds and then made her way back to her sitting room, tired from the night’s events but very much looking forward to what she knew would be waiting for her there.
Albus had gone straight back to Minerva's rooms at the end of the ball and had transformed them both into a wonderfully romantic scene, but the door to the bedroom was closed so she thought it was only the sitting room he had changed. All of the furniture was gone and there were dozens of candles floating in the air above their heads. He had charmed the ceiling to be like that of the Great Hall and they had a wonderful view of the stars above. Soft music filled the room and Albus stood in the very center holding a single red rose.
Minerva’s jaw dropped in surprise and then she smiled, walking toward him, “Albus, this is beautiful, but you went to too much trouble.”
“It’s Christmas, Minerva, there is no such thing as too much when it comes to this holiday,” he said as he handed her the rose. Leaning in closer, he added, “Especially when I get to spend it with you. May I have this dance?”
Smiling, Minerva reached over and placed the rose atop the mantle and stepped in to his arms, “Of course.”
They danced into the early hours of the morning, talking quietly at first about the ball and other goings on around the school and then falling into a comfortable silence. Occasionally Albus would hum the tune they were dancing to against Minerva’s ear, sending a shiver down her spine. Eventually, he leaned down and began nuzzling her neck while they moved together, placing her right hand against his heart and letting go of it so he could wrap both arms around her waist. Minerva twisted the fingers of her left hand through his long silky hair and sighed softly as he kissed her. All pretenses of dancing soon stopped as Albus lifted his head from her neck and captured her lips in a sweet kiss. During the kiss, he let one of his hands travel up Minerva’s back to her hair where he pulled the pins from her bun and let it flow freely down her back, losing his hands in the soft ebony masses.
“It’s getting late, what do you say we call it a night,” Minerva whispered seductively against his lips when the kiss was broken.
Without another word, Albus picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, placing Minerva almost reverently upon the soft bedding. The bedroom was decorated in much the same way as the sitting room and the stars were twinkling down on them as they laid together. Red rose petals covered the silk bedding and there were far fewer candles there than in the other room. It was perfect.
“Happy Christmas, love,” Albus whispered as he began to slowly make love to Minerva.
The sun was rising the next morning by the time they finally settled down to sleep, and it was a very happy Christmas indeed.
Happy Christmas, Love
So many of the students were dancing much too close to their partners for Minerva's liking, whenever she got close enough she would try to separate them a bit. She was just about to interrupt a couple from Hufflepuff when she felt a hand on her arm. Turning around she looked into the twinkling blue eyes that could always make her forget what she was about to say or do.
"May I have this dance?" Albus asked in that sweetly endearing way of his.
Minerva was torn, that couple was now snogging, right on the dance floor. She hesitated and then said, "Just a moment." and took a step toward the students.
Albus tightened his hold on her arm, stopping her, "Leave them, it's Christmas Eve," he said. "And I want to dance with you."
Minerva glared at him, but she wasn't really angry, she never could be truly angry with Albus. "Alright, just this once," she said coyly and let him lead her onto the dance floor.
The song was much too short and neither Albus nor Minerva wanted to let the other go when it had finished, but for the sake of propriety and because there were guests at the school, they thanked each other for the dance and parted ways.
They did manage one more dance later in the evening, when Minerva finally managed to get away from Ludo Bagman long enough. Then the ball was over and they both still felt cheated out of a real dance together, they hadn't been able to hold each other as closely as they would have liked and they couldn't really talk at all because the music was too loud.
Minerva made sure that all of her Gryffindors were back in the tower and in their own beds and then made her way back to her sitting room, tired from the night’s events but very much looking forward to what she knew would be waiting for her there.
Albus had gone straight back to Minerva's rooms at the end of the ball and had transformed them both into a wonderfully romantic scene, but the door to the bedroom was closed so she thought it was only the sitting room he had changed. All of the furniture was gone and there were dozens of candles floating in the air above their heads. He had charmed the ceiling to be like that of the Great Hall and they had a wonderful view of the stars above. Soft music filled the room and Albus stood in the very center holding a single red rose.
Minerva’s jaw dropped in surprise and then she smiled, walking toward him, “Albus, this is beautiful, but you went to too much trouble.”
“It’s Christmas, Minerva, there is no such thing as too much when it comes to this holiday,” he said as he handed her the rose. Leaning in closer, he added, “Especially when I get to spend it with you. May I have this dance?”
Smiling, Minerva reached over and placed the rose atop the mantle and stepped in to his arms, “Of course.”
They danced into the early hours of the morning, talking quietly at first about the ball and other goings on around the school and then falling into a comfortable silence. Occasionally Albus would hum the tune they were dancing to against Minerva’s ear, sending a shiver down her spine. Eventually, he leaned down and began nuzzling her neck while they moved together, placing her right hand against his heart and letting go of it so he could wrap both arms around her waist. Minerva twisted the fingers of her left hand through his long silky hair and sighed softly as he kissed her. All pretenses of dancing soon stopped as Albus lifted his head from her neck and captured her lips in a sweet kiss. During the kiss, he let one of his hands travel up Minerva’s back to her hair where he pulled the pins from her bun and let it flow freely down her back, losing his hands in the soft ebony masses.
“It’s getting late, what do you say we call it a night,” Minerva whispered seductively against his lips when the kiss was broken.
Without another word, Albus picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, placing Minerva almost reverently upon the soft bedding. The bedroom was decorated in much the same way as the sitting room and the stars were twinkling down on them as they laid together. Red rose petals covered the silk bedding and there were far fewer candles there than in the other room. It was perfect.
“Happy Christmas, love,” Albus whispered as he began to slowly make love to Minerva.
The sun was rising the next morning by the time they finally settled down to sleep, and it was a very happy Christmas indeed.
I'm really getting in the holldiay mood. *grin* Not that I mind. Lovely story!