Post by TheEmeraldRose on Nov 4, 2004 17:17:22 GMT -5
A/N : Ok, this is my first fic I'm posting here. I have no idea if it will be my last or not. As to why I'm actually posting something, your guess is as good as mine...
This is basically my take on how Minerva and Albus got together, and it takes place the night after the Yule ball. That really doesn't have that much significance in the story overall, but it does explain why Minerva overslept...Oh well, on with it then!
PS. This hasn't been beta read yet. If you can't stand reading something that may contain grammatical mistakes and such, don't read this.
Disclaimer : Own Harry Potter? PSHHHHH!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Minerva McGonagall sat in the hospital wing, reading the latest issue of ‘Transfiguration Today’. It was not very unusual for her to be there during her break. It gave her time to visit Poppy, which was something they both looked forward to. Poppy sat across from her, reading what appeared to be a romance novel. Minerva scowled at her friend’s poor choice of reading material.
“How can you stand to read such rubbish?” Minerva said, gesturing towards the novel.
“It isn’t rubbish, it’s a good book. You don’t see me criticizing what you read, do you?” Poppy retorted.
“There is nothing to criticize about what I read. A romance novel, on the other hand, is pointless. Who wants to read about a foolish-”
Their argument was ended by the sudden appearance of Albus Dumbledore, who had a worried expression on his face. He sighed with relief when he saw Minerva.
“Minerva! I have been looking for you all day! You missed our weekly chess game.”
“Albus, you were in such a state over a chess game?”
“My dear, you haven’t missed one of our games in nearly twenty years.” Albus’s eyes twinkled.
“I’m sorry, Albus. I was tired from last night, and I overslept. I assumed you might have been tired yourself and overlooked our game.”
“Quite the contrary, my dear. I woke up an hour earlier than I usually do. Well, now that that’s settled, I hope you two would excuse me, I have some business that needs attending.” and with that, the Headmaster left the wing.
When Poppy returned to her book, she was distracted by a peculiar sight. Although the Headmaster had left, Minerva’s eyes were still fixated on the stop he had been only moments before. Knowing Minerva as long as she did, Poppy knew just what this was about. She laughed with playful disdain.
“Funny really,” she said “Here you are, making fun of my choice in novels and you’re practically lusting after the Headmaster!” Minerva glared a Poppy.
“I am not lusting after Albus!” she said, exasperated. “I was simply thinking about what he had said.”
“Oh, like hell you are, Minerva McGonagall! You fancy him, I just know it. Oh, I can’t wait to tell Rolanda…”
“Fine!” Minerva yelled “You win, happy? And I am telling you this in confidence, so please don’t tell anyone.” Minerva practically pleaded.
“Oh, Min, you know I wouldn’t tell a soul. I was just saying that to get it out of you.” Minerva laughed sarcastically.
“Can’t I keep anything to myself?”
“No,” Poppy said, carelessly “I don’t suppose you can. You do know that you have to tell him this, right?” Minerva looked scandalized at the very thought.
“I can’t tell him!” Who am I to go and ruin a perfectly fine friendship over a stupid feeling?” Poppy placed a comforting hand on her friend’s shoulder.
“I don’t think love is ever stupid, Min. Perhaps you could write him a note?”
“A note? Honestly, Poppy, we aren’t school children.” Minerva waved her hand dismissively. Poppy shook her head.
“Seeing as you aren’t up to telling him yourself, a note seems to be your only other option. Don’t worry, Minerva. You always did have literary sense!”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Minerva couldn’t believe she was taking love advice from Poppy Pomfrey. The woman hadn’t had a date in years, and she had more failed relationships than anyone. Although, with a few alterations, the note idea had more merit than Minerva had orginally thought. Instead of a long, complicated letter, she decided on something simple. There were only four words: Tá grá agam ort.
The idea to make the note in Gaelic was something she had thought of in the last minute. She figured that since Albus had studied so many languages, her native tongue would be a nice addition. The literal translation of ‘Tá grá agam ort’ was ‘There is love for me on you’, but she knew he would take it as ‘I love you”.
When she was finished, she gently folded the note and pocketed it. She would invite Albus to tea later and present it to him.
Minerva was suddenly flooded with nervousness at the thought of Albus’s reaction. Would he accept her? If he didn’t, would their friendship be ruined? Should she even go through with this?
Shaking her head, she knew she had to do this. If she didn’t the pain of not knowing what could have come from this would be much worse. All doubts aside, this was definitely the right thing to do.
Without another thought, she headed for the Great Hall for breakfast.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Minerva waited in unease. Albus would be here any minute for tea. When she proposed it to him during breakfast, he willingly accepted. All she could think of was that it was either now or never, and it made her sick to her stomach.
Just then, she heard a knock at the door. She crossed the room to let Albus in, and then gestured for him to take a seat at the table.
“Hello, Albus. I’m glad you could make it.” She said, whilst pouring their tea. Her hands were so shaken, she nearly dropped the glass.
“I too, am glad I could make it. If you don’t mind me asking, what has you so tense this afternoon?” Albus asked, concern evident in his voice. Minerva sighed.
“I’m just going to cut to the chase, Albus.” She pulled the note out of her pocket and handed it to him. “That would explain most of it…”
Minerva watched anxiously. His eyes seemed to be memorizing the contents of the note. In the relatively short period of time, it looked as though he had read it nearly twenty times. Finally, he sighed and dropped the note to his lap.
“My dear,” he said “I am fluent in many languages.”
“Yes, Albus.” She said, interrupting him. “That was my reasoning for giving you this. Gaelic is such a lovely language. Do you know what the note says?”
“I haven’t a clue.”
Minerva’s jaw dropped. Albus Dumbledore couldn’t understand Gaelic?!
“You must understand, Minerva, that in all my years of study, I failed to learn that language. I have chided myself many times for not taking the time to learn it, seeing as it’s so close to home.”
“Well,” she said, still a bit shocked “its literal translation is a bit odd to say in English. Simply put, ‘Tá grá agam ort’ means...I love you.”
Albus looked positively dumbfounded. Minerva felt her palms grow damp with nervous sweat.
“You love me, Minerva?” He asked in a small, very unlike-Albus voice.
“Yes, Albus. I have for years. I can understand if you have nothing to say. I know if I was in your posit-”
She was silenced with his lips on hers. Never in her life had she felt this warm and content. She responded by deepening the kiss and wrapping her arms around his neck. She felt his arms slowly snake around her waist, pulling her even closer to him. They were both out of breath when Albus spoke:
“You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that, Minerva. I was beginning to think it would never happen.”
“I thought the same thing. Well, I have been wrong before…”
“As have I.”
“Although, I am sure I am right in assuming you love me too?” Minerva asked, offhandedly.
“Yes, my dear. That is correct.”
And with that, they shared their second kiss. The tea, however, was left untouched.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Well, that’s it! If you enjoyed it, please review! ;D
This is basically my take on how Minerva and Albus got together, and it takes place the night after the Yule ball. That really doesn't have that much significance in the story overall, but it does explain why Minerva overslept...Oh well, on with it then!
PS. This hasn't been beta read yet. If you can't stand reading something that may contain grammatical mistakes and such, don't read this.
Disclaimer : Own Harry Potter? PSHHHHH!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Minerva McGonagall sat in the hospital wing, reading the latest issue of ‘Transfiguration Today’. It was not very unusual for her to be there during her break. It gave her time to visit Poppy, which was something they both looked forward to. Poppy sat across from her, reading what appeared to be a romance novel. Minerva scowled at her friend’s poor choice of reading material.
“How can you stand to read such rubbish?” Minerva said, gesturing towards the novel.
“It isn’t rubbish, it’s a good book. You don’t see me criticizing what you read, do you?” Poppy retorted.
“There is nothing to criticize about what I read. A romance novel, on the other hand, is pointless. Who wants to read about a foolish-”
Their argument was ended by the sudden appearance of Albus Dumbledore, who had a worried expression on his face. He sighed with relief when he saw Minerva.
“Minerva! I have been looking for you all day! You missed our weekly chess game.”
“Albus, you were in such a state over a chess game?”
“My dear, you haven’t missed one of our games in nearly twenty years.” Albus’s eyes twinkled.
“I’m sorry, Albus. I was tired from last night, and I overslept. I assumed you might have been tired yourself and overlooked our game.”
“Quite the contrary, my dear. I woke up an hour earlier than I usually do. Well, now that that’s settled, I hope you two would excuse me, I have some business that needs attending.” and with that, the Headmaster left the wing.
When Poppy returned to her book, she was distracted by a peculiar sight. Although the Headmaster had left, Minerva’s eyes were still fixated on the stop he had been only moments before. Knowing Minerva as long as she did, Poppy knew just what this was about. She laughed with playful disdain.
“Funny really,” she said “Here you are, making fun of my choice in novels and you’re practically lusting after the Headmaster!” Minerva glared a Poppy.
“I am not lusting after Albus!” she said, exasperated. “I was simply thinking about what he had said.”
“Oh, like hell you are, Minerva McGonagall! You fancy him, I just know it. Oh, I can’t wait to tell Rolanda…”
“Fine!” Minerva yelled “You win, happy? And I am telling you this in confidence, so please don’t tell anyone.” Minerva practically pleaded.
“Oh, Min, you know I wouldn’t tell a soul. I was just saying that to get it out of you.” Minerva laughed sarcastically.
“Can’t I keep anything to myself?”
“No,” Poppy said, carelessly “I don’t suppose you can. You do know that you have to tell him this, right?” Minerva looked scandalized at the very thought.
“I can’t tell him!” Who am I to go and ruin a perfectly fine friendship over a stupid feeling?” Poppy placed a comforting hand on her friend’s shoulder.
“I don’t think love is ever stupid, Min. Perhaps you could write him a note?”
“A note? Honestly, Poppy, we aren’t school children.” Minerva waved her hand dismissively. Poppy shook her head.
“Seeing as you aren’t up to telling him yourself, a note seems to be your only other option. Don’t worry, Minerva. You always did have literary sense!”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Minerva couldn’t believe she was taking love advice from Poppy Pomfrey. The woman hadn’t had a date in years, and she had more failed relationships than anyone. Although, with a few alterations, the note idea had more merit than Minerva had orginally thought. Instead of a long, complicated letter, she decided on something simple. There were only four words: Tá grá agam ort.
The idea to make the note in Gaelic was something she had thought of in the last minute. She figured that since Albus had studied so many languages, her native tongue would be a nice addition. The literal translation of ‘Tá grá agam ort’ was ‘There is love for me on you’, but she knew he would take it as ‘I love you”.
When she was finished, she gently folded the note and pocketed it. She would invite Albus to tea later and present it to him.
Minerva was suddenly flooded with nervousness at the thought of Albus’s reaction. Would he accept her? If he didn’t, would their friendship be ruined? Should she even go through with this?
Shaking her head, she knew she had to do this. If she didn’t the pain of not knowing what could have come from this would be much worse. All doubts aside, this was definitely the right thing to do.
Without another thought, she headed for the Great Hall for breakfast.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Minerva waited in unease. Albus would be here any minute for tea. When she proposed it to him during breakfast, he willingly accepted. All she could think of was that it was either now or never, and it made her sick to her stomach.
Just then, she heard a knock at the door. She crossed the room to let Albus in, and then gestured for him to take a seat at the table.
“Hello, Albus. I’m glad you could make it.” She said, whilst pouring their tea. Her hands were so shaken, she nearly dropped the glass.
“I too, am glad I could make it. If you don’t mind me asking, what has you so tense this afternoon?” Albus asked, concern evident in his voice. Minerva sighed.
“I’m just going to cut to the chase, Albus.” She pulled the note out of her pocket and handed it to him. “That would explain most of it…”
Minerva watched anxiously. His eyes seemed to be memorizing the contents of the note. In the relatively short period of time, it looked as though he had read it nearly twenty times. Finally, he sighed and dropped the note to his lap.
“My dear,” he said “I am fluent in many languages.”
“Yes, Albus.” She said, interrupting him. “That was my reasoning for giving you this. Gaelic is such a lovely language. Do you know what the note says?”
“I haven’t a clue.”
Minerva’s jaw dropped. Albus Dumbledore couldn’t understand Gaelic?!
“You must understand, Minerva, that in all my years of study, I failed to learn that language. I have chided myself many times for not taking the time to learn it, seeing as it’s so close to home.”
“Well,” she said, still a bit shocked “its literal translation is a bit odd to say in English. Simply put, ‘Tá grá agam ort’ means...I love you.”
Albus looked positively dumbfounded. Minerva felt her palms grow damp with nervous sweat.
“You love me, Minerva?” He asked in a small, very unlike-Albus voice.
“Yes, Albus. I have for years. I can understand if you have nothing to say. I know if I was in your posit-”
She was silenced with his lips on hers. Never in her life had she felt this warm and content. She responded by deepening the kiss and wrapping her arms around his neck. She felt his arms slowly snake around her waist, pulling her even closer to him. They were both out of breath when Albus spoke:
“You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that, Minerva. I was beginning to think it would never happen.”
“I thought the same thing. Well, I have been wrong before…”
“As have I.”
“Although, I am sure I am right in assuming you love me too?” Minerva asked, offhandedly.
“Yes, my dear. That is correct.”
And with that, they shared their second kiss. The tea, however, was left untouched.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Well, that’s it! If you enjoyed it, please review! ;D
Very much so. I hope you'll write more stories after this. Great job!
xXx 
