Post by Sensiblyquirky on Oct 23, 2004 22:39:14 GMT -5
Ginger Newts demanded I turn her little idea into a story, since she turns out fluff for me often. So this is for her...
“Minerva, that’s the fourth cup of coffee you have had today,” Albus remarked as Minerva drained her cup one winter afternoon.
“And just what is that supposed to mean,” Minerva asked defensively, her hands shaking slightly.
Placing the letter he had been reading down on his desk Albus moved to her side on the couch by the fire, “It means you have had at least three to many. When did you start drinking coffee anyway, it has never been your cup of tea.”
“That was a horrendously wretched pun, Albus Dumbledore! When I was at Peri’s this past weekend they, my nieces, wanted to have this girl’s night. Naturally I told them I would rather go to sleep, but they talked me into staying. I was starting to fall asleep, and Peri pushed a mug into my face. I like it, what’s the problem? You eat your lemon drops like you’d die without them. You shouldn’t have a tooth left in your mouth!”
“My lemon drops do not do me any harm, but your coffee is harming you. You look like you haven’t slept, you’re jumpy, your hands shake, and most uncharacteristically you cannot sit still. One cup is fine, but four; and it is only six, Minerva.” Minerva glared at Albus as he ended his speech. But he continued anyway, “Now, as a concerned friend, I think it would be wise if you tried to stop the coffee or limit it to one cup a day. You could just start to cut back till you stop. How about no more tonight,” Albus suggested ready for an onslaught.
Minerva sat there for awhile before she finally responded, “I guess you are right. I’ll try to only drink one cup a day.”
“Why don’t you just cut it down, three cups then two etc…? I think that would be easier, and not as hard of a shock to your caffeine addicted body.”
Shooting him another glare Minerva reached for her book and began to read. Two hours later all pretences of reading had stopped as Minerva stared at her coffee cup. ‘You are a Gryffindor and a McGonagall. Just be strong Minerva,’ she chided herself but one sip couldn’t hurt. Glancing back at Albus she was delighted to see his back was to her, and now was her chance. Just as her hand almost wrapped around the porcelain she heard,
“Don’t you dare, Minerva McGonagall”
“Damn it Albus, do you have eyes in the back of your head?”
Walking around toward her, Albus vanished the mug and took her shaking hands into his. “How about a game of chess?”
But after chess, reading, cards, and some “idiotic board game,” in Minerva’s words, she still wanted her coffee.
“Albus just let me have a cup. It isn’t bad for you,” Minerva pleaded.
“Whining doesn’t suit you, my dear, and the mere fact that you are up at one in the morning when you are normally in bed by eleven or ten is all the evidence I need.”
Minerva just sighed, but Albus suddenly had an idea and he hoped he wouldn’t get hexed for it. “I have another idea, close your eyes.” Raising an eyebrow Minerva complied. Taking a deep breath Albus leaned in and brushed his lips over hers.
“Does that help,” he asked softly. Looking quite mischievous Minerva replied, “A bit, but I think I need something a little harder, and something that lasts a long time. Smiling Albus pulled her completely in his arms, “I’ll spend as long as it takes to help you, my lady.”
For the next week a snogging session was all that got Minerva through her coffee cravings, and many times she would jump into Albus’ office on break to get a kiss or two, which usually turned into three or four often making her late for her classes.
The second week Albus was getting worried about how long these cravings were supposed to last. Not that he minded her “treatment,” but he was still concerned. If only he knew that the cravings had stopped at the end of last week, and the truth of the matter was Minerva just didn’t want to stop kissing Albus. She wasn’t sure where he would want to take their relationship once her cravings stopped. Minerva knew she wanted a long term relationship, and wasn’t sure if Albus wanted a no strings attached one so she kept the game up.
On Friday of the second week Albus was waiting in his office for Minerva, and as she came in he motioned for her to sit. “My dear I have asked a healer from St. Mungo’s to visit with you tomorrow on your addiction. The cravings are lasting longer than I had thought they would, and I want to make sure you get the help you need.”
Minerva wanted to laugh but instead she stated matter-of-factly that, “I’m not having my cravings any more, Albus.” Pausing to wait for a reaction all she received was a look that urged her to go on, “The truth is I found my “treatment,” as you call it, quite enjoyable. Very actually, and I would like to pursue a relationship with you but I wasn’t sure if you wanted one beyond heaving snogging and possibly sex so I’ve been pretending this week. I can assure you a healer is not necessary.”
“What exactly do you want, Minerva,” Albus asked still behind his desk.
“I want a long term relationship with you, should it work out, and though we can obviously cut out the all day snog sessions I have no desire to start back at square one, but move forward: emotionally, and physically.” Minerva said all this staring Albus straight in his eyes, the only hint of her nervousness being the way she clenched her hands in her lap.
Moving from behind his desk and toward the fireplace Albus said, “I’ll contact St. Mungo’s tomorrow morning.” Allowing a long enough pause for Minerva’s spirits to dampen Albus then added, “I would think it wise if we connected our rooms, and I slept in yours. That is of course if you would like to move in together,” he added turning to smile at her.
Moving to join him Minerva slipped her arms around his neck, “I like that idea, that way I don’t have to get used to a new bed.” Smiling Albus bent down to whisper in her ear, “Well, I might need to spend a lot of time in it to really get used to the mattress. Is it soft, hard, springy?”
Running her fingers through his long silver locks Minerva replied, “It is firm, but not too firm and it has some spring to it. Care to try it out?”
Still holding her close to him, and still whispering Albus said, “Might take awhile you know. I’m old and set in my ways; it takes lots and lots of practice and contact to change a man my age.”
“The more practice one gets the better I always say,” Minerva replied leading Albus to the door.
Before leaving Albus asked, “Minerva do I need anything?” Looking pointedly at him, and then moving her eyes to the bulge in his robes she said, “No you don’t need a thing."
“Minerva, that’s the fourth cup of coffee you have had today,” Albus remarked as Minerva drained her cup one winter afternoon.
“And just what is that supposed to mean,” Minerva asked defensively, her hands shaking slightly.
Placing the letter he had been reading down on his desk Albus moved to her side on the couch by the fire, “It means you have had at least three to many. When did you start drinking coffee anyway, it has never been your cup of tea.”
“That was a horrendously wretched pun, Albus Dumbledore! When I was at Peri’s this past weekend they, my nieces, wanted to have this girl’s night. Naturally I told them I would rather go to sleep, but they talked me into staying. I was starting to fall asleep, and Peri pushed a mug into my face. I like it, what’s the problem? You eat your lemon drops like you’d die without them. You shouldn’t have a tooth left in your mouth!”
“My lemon drops do not do me any harm, but your coffee is harming you. You look like you haven’t slept, you’re jumpy, your hands shake, and most uncharacteristically you cannot sit still. One cup is fine, but four; and it is only six, Minerva.” Minerva glared at Albus as he ended his speech. But he continued anyway, “Now, as a concerned friend, I think it would be wise if you tried to stop the coffee or limit it to one cup a day. You could just start to cut back till you stop. How about no more tonight,” Albus suggested ready for an onslaught.
Minerva sat there for awhile before she finally responded, “I guess you are right. I’ll try to only drink one cup a day.”
“Why don’t you just cut it down, three cups then two etc…? I think that would be easier, and not as hard of a shock to your caffeine addicted body.”
Shooting him another glare Minerva reached for her book and began to read. Two hours later all pretences of reading had stopped as Minerva stared at her coffee cup. ‘You are a Gryffindor and a McGonagall. Just be strong Minerva,’ she chided herself but one sip couldn’t hurt. Glancing back at Albus she was delighted to see his back was to her, and now was her chance. Just as her hand almost wrapped around the porcelain she heard,
“Don’t you dare, Minerva McGonagall”
“Damn it Albus, do you have eyes in the back of your head?”
Walking around toward her, Albus vanished the mug and took her shaking hands into his. “How about a game of chess?”
But after chess, reading, cards, and some “idiotic board game,” in Minerva’s words, she still wanted her coffee.
“Albus just let me have a cup. It isn’t bad for you,” Minerva pleaded.
“Whining doesn’t suit you, my dear, and the mere fact that you are up at one in the morning when you are normally in bed by eleven or ten is all the evidence I need.”
Minerva just sighed, but Albus suddenly had an idea and he hoped he wouldn’t get hexed for it. “I have another idea, close your eyes.” Raising an eyebrow Minerva complied. Taking a deep breath Albus leaned in and brushed his lips over hers.
“Does that help,” he asked softly. Looking quite mischievous Minerva replied, “A bit, but I think I need something a little harder, and something that lasts a long time. Smiling Albus pulled her completely in his arms, “I’ll spend as long as it takes to help you, my lady.”
For the next week a snogging session was all that got Minerva through her coffee cravings, and many times she would jump into Albus’ office on break to get a kiss or two, which usually turned into three or four often making her late for her classes.
The second week Albus was getting worried about how long these cravings were supposed to last. Not that he minded her “treatment,” but he was still concerned. If only he knew that the cravings had stopped at the end of last week, and the truth of the matter was Minerva just didn’t want to stop kissing Albus. She wasn’t sure where he would want to take their relationship once her cravings stopped. Minerva knew she wanted a long term relationship, and wasn’t sure if Albus wanted a no strings attached one so she kept the game up.
On Friday of the second week Albus was waiting in his office for Minerva, and as she came in he motioned for her to sit. “My dear I have asked a healer from St. Mungo’s to visit with you tomorrow on your addiction. The cravings are lasting longer than I had thought they would, and I want to make sure you get the help you need.”
Minerva wanted to laugh but instead she stated matter-of-factly that, “I’m not having my cravings any more, Albus.” Pausing to wait for a reaction all she received was a look that urged her to go on, “The truth is I found my “treatment,” as you call it, quite enjoyable. Very actually, and I would like to pursue a relationship with you but I wasn’t sure if you wanted one beyond heaving snogging and possibly sex so I’ve been pretending this week. I can assure you a healer is not necessary.”
“What exactly do you want, Minerva,” Albus asked still behind his desk.
“I want a long term relationship with you, should it work out, and though we can obviously cut out the all day snog sessions I have no desire to start back at square one, but move forward: emotionally, and physically.” Minerva said all this staring Albus straight in his eyes, the only hint of her nervousness being the way she clenched her hands in her lap.
Moving from behind his desk and toward the fireplace Albus said, “I’ll contact St. Mungo’s tomorrow morning.” Allowing a long enough pause for Minerva’s spirits to dampen Albus then added, “I would think it wise if we connected our rooms, and I slept in yours. That is of course if you would like to move in together,” he added turning to smile at her.
Moving to join him Minerva slipped her arms around his neck, “I like that idea, that way I don’t have to get used to a new bed.” Smiling Albus bent down to whisper in her ear, “Well, I might need to spend a lot of time in it to really get used to the mattress. Is it soft, hard, springy?”
Running her fingers through his long silver locks Minerva replied, “It is firm, but not too firm and it has some spring to it. Care to try it out?”
Still holding her close to him, and still whispering Albus said, “Might take awhile you know. I’m old and set in my ways; it takes lots and lots of practice and contact to change a man my age.”
“The more practice one gets the better I always say,” Minerva replied leading Albus to the door.
Before leaving Albus asked, “Minerva do I need anything?” Looking pointedly at him, and then moving her eyes to the bulge in his robes she said, “No you don’t need a thing."
I love it, wonderful way to come home...even if I am a bit tispy. 
*runs to hide* Great story; I can honestly say I've never imaged Minerva as a coffee addict. 
