Post by Kamdra on Jan 13, 2005 20:56:43 GMT -5
Biker Chick
Minerva McGonagall sighed wearily at the sight of two of her Gryffindors sitting in the common room. She had sent her cubs to bed over an hour ago. She approached the two men on the couch by the fireplace.
“Mr. Thomas, Mr. Finnegan, is there a reason that you have not adjourned to your beds?” She used her most formidable tones and nearly smiled at their expected response. Both boys had jumped at her words and Mr. Finnegan had hidden something behind his back.
She held out her hand and was awarded with a small slip of paper deposited on her palm.
The card read The Purple Cow and gave an address in London.
She arched an eyebrow at the two and prepared herself for their feeble excuses.
“Dean has a job for the summer there and he is trying to get me one.” Seamus shifted uncomfortably. “My mother is very worried about You-Know-Who and might not want me to return so if I can earn some money, I can pay my own tuition.” He hung his head refusing to meet the eyes of his Head of House.
“Mr. Finnegan, we are not in the habit of allowing promising sixth years to discontinue their studies. One of the professors or even the Headmaster would have paid a visit to your parents and worked things out.” She allowed a small smile to grace her features. “However, disobedient ones have been known not to receive their Hogwarts letters.”
“We were just going to bed,” put in Dean. “We leave tomorrow and I have to work the next day. I need to be on my toes working in a biker hangout.”
The two said their goodnights and hurried up the steps to their dorm room. Minerva shook her head and decided to pay a visit to Albus. He had suggested a brief meeting before retiring. Tomorrow the students would leave for their homes and she wanted the process to go as smoothly as possible.
Albus Dumbledore wearily took a seat and picked up the first piece of parchment on his desk and with a wave of his wand turned it into an airplane and watched it zoom around the room.
He motioned Minerva in when he discovered her standing in the doorway but he didn’t stop sending the plane around the room.
“Muggle toys, Albus?” she questioned.
“I need you to go on a mission and it’s across the country. The views will be spectacular but unfortunately the transportation will be less appealing. You will be on bikes. I need you to go to Stonehenge and I would rather you didn’t use magic. Voldemort is monitoring the area, too. We want to know why.”
Minerva frowned. It would be a long drive on a bike. Albus noticed it and immediately offered her a way out.
“Nymphadora offered to take the mission as you are still recovering. A bike trip can be grueling. I believe it will be fifteen miles from the leave off point.”
Minerva immediately bristled at the suggestion that she wasn’t up to taking a mission. Yes, she had that blasted cane but it isn’t as though she needed it to ride and a cane would actually help her cover as a muggle.
“I was frowning because I realized I need to update my muggle wardrobe. I will go into muggle London as soon as the train leaves tomorrow. When will you like me to go?”
“It will be at least three days and thank you, Minerva.” He smiled gratefully at her and they drifted into their usual ease with each other and tackled the work before them.
The following morning Minerva was trying to decide where to find the proper clothing for the trip when she remembered her conversation with Mr. Thomas and Mr. Finnegan. The Purple Cow was a biker shop. She would go there and make sure to mention Mr. Thomas’ name. She didn’t know if he was paid on commission but the proprietor would be aware that he was drumming up business for the shop.
Making sure she was aware of its location, she left the grounds and apparated away. She returned two hours later feeling very apprehensive. She hadn’t realized how rugged and grungy bikers were and several had needed a good long bath. She had taken in their leather and denim and several women who wore considerably less.
She gave herself a mental scolding and set her face determinedly. She was not losing this mission to Nymphadora Tonks.
“Minerva, back so soon?” Albus had appeared at her side within minutes of her arrival inside the castle.
“It didn’t take long. The choices were limited but Mr. Thomas will begin working there tomorrow and he has made a commission without having started yet. The owner was very pleased.”
Albus escorted her to her rooms after taking her shopping bags from her and carrying them.
“I bought two outfits because I didn’t know if I was the driver or the rider.”
“Well, certainly you may drive if you like. I thought you may know how but I forgot to ask. If not they have bikes built for two and you may be the passenger.”
They reached her rooms and Minerva invited him inside for tea.
“Well, let’s see the clothes, Minerva. I believe a fashion show is in order.”
Minerva blushed. “The clothes are rather restrictive.” She tried to tell him she would rather not but he looked at her so appealingly that she gave in with a sigh and entered her bedroom to change.
Albus waited patiently and imagined Minerva in a summery frock and perhaps a parasol. It had been a long time since he had seen women in their summer finery but he knew she would look lovely with her dark hair flowing and maybe flowers in her hair.
The sound of Minerva returning made him forget his musing and he turned to look. He couldn’t stop his jaw from dropping as he took in the sight. Minerva was wearing a leather halter that revealed pale flesh and much more of it than he had ever seen on her. She had on tight pants with boots. There was a cloth band around her neck and metal studs in her ear.
“Minerva?”
“The sales person assured me this was the most common look among the females and I saw several dressed just like this.” Minerva felt the heat on her cheeks as Albus stared.
“I know it has been some time but I hadn’t realized how the styles had changed.” He gave his head a shake and tried unsuccessfully to raise his eyes from her chest.
“This is my outfit for driving but if you’d rather I was the passenger…” Minerva couldn’t help but notice the appreciation in his eyes as he stared and she couldn’t stop a mischievous feeling from invading her mind.
“Yes, perhaps you should be the passenger.” Albus watched her as she turned around and reentered her bedroom. The snug fit of her trousers sent a rush below his waist and he tried to think of the principles of dragons’ blood. He could certainly attest to the restrictive attributes of muggle trousers now.
He swallowed hard and tried to relax knowing Minerva would soon appear. He had heard her impish tones and knew she had worn that outfit to tease him. He kept his eyes on her door and was rewarded as it opened slowly.
This outfit had him off his feet and racing towards her.
“Minerva, you cannot wear that in public.”
“Albus, this is fairly modest by biker standards. The police don’t even hassle them over attire that shows considerably more.” She turned around slowly and Albus felt his heart pounding in his chest.
“Minerva, men will be imagining…they will assume that…you cannot wear that.” Albus found it hard to finish a sentence but he couldn’t let his Minerva go out in public to be ogled by every male over the age of twelve, perhaps ten as the outfit certainly provided a bit of an education for him as well.
Minerva couldn’t contain her amusement. She had no intention of wearing this outfit in public. She bought it simply to pad Mr. Thomas’ commission and to hopefully catch Albus’ attention.
Albus was standing just inside her bedroom now and she placed her hand on his chest to stop him. “This is what biker chicks wear. I am sure Tonks would dress in a similar fashion.”
“Well, Tonks will have to go on the mission,” he declared emphatically. “No one can see you like that except me.” He pointed in the general direction of her attire and looked into her eyes.
“You may do as you please but I couldn’t bear it if another man were to see what I can.” His eyes pleaded with hers and he wished to have never mentioned the mission in the first place.
Minerva took pity on him and pressed her lips against his cheek. “I would never want anyone but you to see me dressed in this outfit.”
She smiled as his eyes lit up and his own grin slowly grew. “I’ll let Nymphadora know that she can go. The bike was delivered today but I’ll send it on.”
“Where is it? Maybe I can take you on a spin.”
“I had Hagrid put it beneath the large maple tree near the lake.
Minerva went into her sitting room where she had a window that afforded her a view of the lake. Resting against the tree was a red and silver bicycle with a helmet on the handlebar.
Albus followed her back into the room and winced at the sight of her before the window. She had bent over to look through the window and the sight of her in a miniskirt was breathtaking enough without the view of her long legs uncovered and stretching to the skies.
Minerva turned a puzzled face to him. “Where’s the engine?”
“Bicycles operate on foot power. You have to pedal.” He raised his eyebrows at her peals of laughter and joined her at the window.
“Oh, Albus I thought you meant a motorbike, you know, a motorcycle?” Her eyes filled with tears as she laughed at herself. “I certainly wasted time today.”
“I believe I’ve wasted far more,” whispered Albus beside her.
Her eyes met his and she watched as he lowered his lips to hers. The kiss was brief but a shiver ran through her anyway.
“Why don’t we see about getting me an outfit to match? I think I would look rather dashing in leather.” He struck a pose and Minerva nodded her head.
“Yes, let’s do just that.” She took him by the hand and led him towards her bedroom. “We’ll have to go shopping…tomorrow.”
Minerva McGonagall sighed wearily at the sight of two of her Gryffindors sitting in the common room. She had sent her cubs to bed over an hour ago. She approached the two men on the couch by the fireplace.
“Mr. Thomas, Mr. Finnegan, is there a reason that you have not adjourned to your beds?” She used her most formidable tones and nearly smiled at their expected response. Both boys had jumped at her words and Mr. Finnegan had hidden something behind his back.
She held out her hand and was awarded with a small slip of paper deposited on her palm.
The card read The Purple Cow and gave an address in London.
She arched an eyebrow at the two and prepared herself for their feeble excuses.
“Dean has a job for the summer there and he is trying to get me one.” Seamus shifted uncomfortably. “My mother is very worried about You-Know-Who and might not want me to return so if I can earn some money, I can pay my own tuition.” He hung his head refusing to meet the eyes of his Head of House.
“Mr. Finnegan, we are not in the habit of allowing promising sixth years to discontinue their studies. One of the professors or even the Headmaster would have paid a visit to your parents and worked things out.” She allowed a small smile to grace her features. “However, disobedient ones have been known not to receive their Hogwarts letters.”
“We were just going to bed,” put in Dean. “We leave tomorrow and I have to work the next day. I need to be on my toes working in a biker hangout.”
The two said their goodnights and hurried up the steps to their dorm room. Minerva shook her head and decided to pay a visit to Albus. He had suggested a brief meeting before retiring. Tomorrow the students would leave for their homes and she wanted the process to go as smoothly as possible.
Albus Dumbledore wearily took a seat and picked up the first piece of parchment on his desk and with a wave of his wand turned it into an airplane and watched it zoom around the room.
He motioned Minerva in when he discovered her standing in the doorway but he didn’t stop sending the plane around the room.
“Muggle toys, Albus?” she questioned.
“I need you to go on a mission and it’s across the country. The views will be spectacular but unfortunately the transportation will be less appealing. You will be on bikes. I need you to go to Stonehenge and I would rather you didn’t use magic. Voldemort is monitoring the area, too. We want to know why.”
Minerva frowned. It would be a long drive on a bike. Albus noticed it and immediately offered her a way out.
“Nymphadora offered to take the mission as you are still recovering. A bike trip can be grueling. I believe it will be fifteen miles from the leave off point.”
Minerva immediately bristled at the suggestion that she wasn’t up to taking a mission. Yes, she had that blasted cane but it isn’t as though she needed it to ride and a cane would actually help her cover as a muggle.
“I was frowning because I realized I need to update my muggle wardrobe. I will go into muggle London as soon as the train leaves tomorrow. When will you like me to go?”
“It will be at least three days and thank you, Minerva.” He smiled gratefully at her and they drifted into their usual ease with each other and tackled the work before them.
The following morning Minerva was trying to decide where to find the proper clothing for the trip when she remembered her conversation with Mr. Thomas and Mr. Finnegan. The Purple Cow was a biker shop. She would go there and make sure to mention Mr. Thomas’ name. She didn’t know if he was paid on commission but the proprietor would be aware that he was drumming up business for the shop.
Making sure she was aware of its location, she left the grounds and apparated away. She returned two hours later feeling very apprehensive. She hadn’t realized how rugged and grungy bikers were and several had needed a good long bath. She had taken in their leather and denim and several women who wore considerably less.
She gave herself a mental scolding and set her face determinedly. She was not losing this mission to Nymphadora Tonks.
“Minerva, back so soon?” Albus had appeared at her side within minutes of her arrival inside the castle.
“It didn’t take long. The choices were limited but Mr. Thomas will begin working there tomorrow and he has made a commission without having started yet. The owner was very pleased.”
Albus escorted her to her rooms after taking her shopping bags from her and carrying them.
“I bought two outfits because I didn’t know if I was the driver or the rider.”
“Well, certainly you may drive if you like. I thought you may know how but I forgot to ask. If not they have bikes built for two and you may be the passenger.”
They reached her rooms and Minerva invited him inside for tea.
“Well, let’s see the clothes, Minerva. I believe a fashion show is in order.”
Minerva blushed. “The clothes are rather restrictive.” She tried to tell him she would rather not but he looked at her so appealingly that she gave in with a sigh and entered her bedroom to change.
Albus waited patiently and imagined Minerva in a summery frock and perhaps a parasol. It had been a long time since he had seen women in their summer finery but he knew she would look lovely with her dark hair flowing and maybe flowers in her hair.
The sound of Minerva returning made him forget his musing and he turned to look. He couldn’t stop his jaw from dropping as he took in the sight. Minerva was wearing a leather halter that revealed pale flesh and much more of it than he had ever seen on her. She had on tight pants with boots. There was a cloth band around her neck and metal studs in her ear.
“Minerva?”
“The sales person assured me this was the most common look among the females and I saw several dressed just like this.” Minerva felt the heat on her cheeks as Albus stared.
“I know it has been some time but I hadn’t realized how the styles had changed.” He gave his head a shake and tried unsuccessfully to raise his eyes from her chest.
“This is my outfit for driving but if you’d rather I was the passenger…” Minerva couldn’t help but notice the appreciation in his eyes as he stared and she couldn’t stop a mischievous feeling from invading her mind.
“Yes, perhaps you should be the passenger.” Albus watched her as she turned around and reentered her bedroom. The snug fit of her trousers sent a rush below his waist and he tried to think of the principles of dragons’ blood. He could certainly attest to the restrictive attributes of muggle trousers now.
He swallowed hard and tried to relax knowing Minerva would soon appear. He had heard her impish tones and knew she had worn that outfit to tease him. He kept his eyes on her door and was rewarded as it opened slowly.
This outfit had him off his feet and racing towards her.
“Minerva, you cannot wear that in public.”
“Albus, this is fairly modest by biker standards. The police don’t even hassle them over attire that shows considerably more.” She turned around slowly and Albus felt his heart pounding in his chest.
“Minerva, men will be imagining…they will assume that…you cannot wear that.” Albus found it hard to finish a sentence but he couldn’t let his Minerva go out in public to be ogled by every male over the age of twelve, perhaps ten as the outfit certainly provided a bit of an education for him as well.
Minerva couldn’t contain her amusement. She had no intention of wearing this outfit in public. She bought it simply to pad Mr. Thomas’ commission and to hopefully catch Albus’ attention.
Albus was standing just inside her bedroom now and she placed her hand on his chest to stop him. “This is what biker chicks wear. I am sure Tonks would dress in a similar fashion.”
“Well, Tonks will have to go on the mission,” he declared emphatically. “No one can see you like that except me.” He pointed in the general direction of her attire and looked into her eyes.
“You may do as you please but I couldn’t bear it if another man were to see what I can.” His eyes pleaded with hers and he wished to have never mentioned the mission in the first place.
Minerva took pity on him and pressed her lips against his cheek. “I would never want anyone but you to see me dressed in this outfit.”
She smiled as his eyes lit up and his own grin slowly grew. “I’ll let Nymphadora know that she can go. The bike was delivered today but I’ll send it on.”
“Where is it? Maybe I can take you on a spin.”
“I had Hagrid put it beneath the large maple tree near the lake.
Minerva went into her sitting room where she had a window that afforded her a view of the lake. Resting against the tree was a red and silver bicycle with a helmet on the handlebar.
Albus followed her back into the room and winced at the sight of her before the window. She had bent over to look through the window and the sight of her in a miniskirt was breathtaking enough without the view of her long legs uncovered and stretching to the skies.
Minerva turned a puzzled face to him. “Where’s the engine?”
“Bicycles operate on foot power. You have to pedal.” He raised his eyebrows at her peals of laughter and joined her at the window.
“Oh, Albus I thought you meant a motorbike, you know, a motorcycle?” Her eyes filled with tears as she laughed at herself. “I certainly wasted time today.”
“I believe I’ve wasted far more,” whispered Albus beside her.
Her eyes met his and she watched as he lowered his lips to hers. The kiss was brief but a shiver ran through her anyway.
“Why don’t we see about getting me an outfit to match? I think I would look rather dashing in leather.” He struck a pose and Minerva nodded her head.
“Yes, let’s do just that.” She took him by the hand and led him towards her bedroom. “We’ll have to go shopping…tomorrow.”
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