Between Two Brothers

[Jessabelle]

Cute chapter .. seemed a bit short though. Post again soon!

[QuillofMinerva]

A/n: I will apologise in advance for the shortness of this chapter, there was only so much I could write without repeating myself. I hope you enjoy it though and the next chapter will have the brothers reappearing. Thank you to everyone that took the time to review the last chapter, I am very grateful!

Chapter 10: Maybe, just a little bit.

Minerva swept upstairs and stormed into the bathroom, kicking the door shut with her foot. The bathroom was usually the most peaceful room in the cottage; it was painted a pale green and had dark green features. A freestanding green marble bath dominated the room and Minerva felt herself drawn to it. She turned on the silver taps and watched the water fill the bath at lightening speed; she reached across and poured some lavender and rosehip bath essence into the bath.

Minerva turned off the taps and went to undress, holding the dress in her hand; she couldn’t help but look at the newly required pattern on it. She ran her fingers over the silver thread swirls and marvelled at what a great job he had done. The pattern certainly added some life to her tired plain dress and she was grateful, she had never thought about making alternations such as that to her clothes before but now she a few ideas.

She still couldn’t believe how her day had turned out, she had only gone into Hogsmeade to run a few errands and meet up with Alastor Moody who had wanted to discuss their next undercover operative. She had been running late for their meeting when the man she most admired had knocked her to the floor. She hadn’t seen him stepping out of Honeydukes and it probably entirely his fault though it had seemed easier to lay all of it on him at the time. If she was truthful to herself, she would admit that she had been acutely embarrassed about being knocked to the floor in front of people and then to find out whom she had bumped into, was a man she admired and often dreamt about meeting. She had snapped at him out of embarrassment, she had made a scene because she had wanted to divert the attention from her on the floor to something else. She had certainly diverted the attention but had made even a bigger fool of herself that she had originally had. She had found the twinkle in his eyes annoying, she felt that she had amused him and Minerva did not like to be laughed at. Once she had opened her mouth, the bitter angry words had just fallen from it without her even realising.

Not only had she walked into and been knocked over by Albus Dumbledore, she had also caused a scene which she had no way of getting out of. She had presented herself a young bitter woman who snapped at anyone regardless of their social standing, she took no prisoners when it came to her infamous Scottish temper. As a child, her parents had despaired at her temper and tried to help her control but she was stubborn and passionate, her temper flare up when engaged in a conversation about what she felt passionate about.

He had come after her to apologise better and she had just looked at him with annoyance, like his words meant nothing to her when in fact, they did. Once the misunderstanding about his brother had been ironed out, she had been glad that he had found the time to search for her. She now understood why people always said how agreeable he was to know, what a gentleman and what a heart of gold he had. She had watched him try to melt her, talking softly, smiling and even mending her dress. He had been trying to make amends and she had crossed wands with him each time. She was disgusted by her attitude towards him, she was ashamed and that had all added to her reaction to him.

Minerva slipped into the warm water, bubbles surrounding her as her body sunk beneath the water. She closed her eyes and saw him, his bright twinkling eyes looking at her. He had the most amazing eyes she had ever seen; long thick lashes framed the pools of blue and made them even more enchanting. She had seen a lot of different emotions flicker through his eyes as they had talked, she had read that eyes were the windows to the soul and she had to agree that Albus Dumbledore’s eyes were very readable, if only she had taken the time to read them and not let her pride take over.

As the lavender bath essence made it’s presence known up her nostrils, Minerva couldn’t help but think what type of sweets he had brought in Honeydukes. He didn’t seem like the jelly slug type of man and come to think of it, he didn’t seem like a Bertie Bott bean or a toothflossing stringmints man. She had heard that he was fond of all things muggles and wondered if he had been buying muggle sweets, she didn’t know a lot about sweets because she would rather nibble on ginger newts rather than suck on a sweet or blow bubbles. She tried to recall his chocolate frog card to see if it had mentioned anything about his favourite sweets but she couldn’t think straight, the memory of his eyes were taking her over.

She glanced across the bathroom and looked at her dress again, he had done a wonderful job with and she had a feeling that it was to be her favourite dress from now on. She needed to make amends, to say sorry for how she acted and explain why she acted as she did but then she might end up making herself look even more foolish. For the first time in her life, Minerva felt out of control and it wasn’t a nice feeling at all. She wondered how many people had seen her fall to the floor and she wondered how long it would take for her team members to hear about it, they would be teasing her about for weeks to come. She sighed deeply to herself before plunging her head under the water and holding her breath, the warm water washed over her and made her feel light for a few moments before the need for air made her resurface. She needed to do something; she just had to figure out what. What she did know was that maybe she was attracted to him, just a little bit.

TBC….

[ginger newts]

Maybe...just a little bit...oh, come on Minerva! I like this chapter a lot, it's good to finally know what she's been thinking all day. I do hope she can put all that pride aside and be nice to him the next time they see each other. Update soon!

[Miss Q]

Oh, lovely new chapter! Me wants more!!! I do hope you'll find the time to wrote and to post another chapter soon!

M

[TheGryffindorSeeker]

great chapter can't wait for more

[tayryn]

What she did know was that maybe she was attracted to him, just a little bit.

well duh!! lol

this was a nice chapter. i liked the journey into Minerva's thoughts.

now... let's get them bumping into each other again!!

[Sensiblyquirky]

Well at least she acknowledges a bit of an attraction, though I can't wait for her to realize it isn't all that small of an attraction.

Christy

[Jessabelle]

just a little bit eh? .. i cant wait to see what you come up with next! post again soon ..

[JKMcGonagall]

I am enjoying this story very much. I think Min might have just a little too much pride. She may need to swallow some of it and persue getting to know Albus.

It was good to hear what she has been thinking about all day. I liked the fact that she thinks that her old dress, that wasn't anything special, will probably be her favorite now because of the way Albus fixed it. Nice touch.

Kay

[Jaya]

Another great update...

I enjoyed Minerva's introspection...

looking forward to the next bit and the return of the brothers - dare we hope mom might show up again as well?

[Kandice]

I'm glad we got to climb inside of Minerva's head to see what she was thinking. I wish she had figured out what she was going to do and shared those thoughts with us.

[QuillofMinerva]

A/n: Hello everyone! Just want to say thank you for keeping with this story and a special thanks to those who reviewed on ffnet and the ad/mm board, it is much appreciated.

Chapter 11: Old Goat

“Where are you, you old goat!” yelled Aberforth Dumbledore as he stepped out of the fireplace and looked around his elder brothers modest living room at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The room was large and furnished with mismatched pieces, no one chair was alike and all the colours clashed violently with another. Every available surface was filled with books and silver items that looked older than the man who collected them, there was no order to room that Aberforth’s brother loved but the Albus Dumbledore wasn’t known for his clean, ordered rooms. Albus was known for his intellect and courage, his wand skills, defeating dark wizards and his love for chamber music. Heavy red and gold drapes hung at the large bay windows that looked out over the Quidditch pitch, a large grandfather clock stood in one of the four corners of the room and ticked away loudly. The clock had belonged to Albus and Aberforth’s great grandfather, he had left to a Albus and Aberforth was very happy about that because he didn’t like how loud it and would have probably chopped it up and used it for firewood.

“Albus, you old goat where are you!” bellowed Aberforth again, his annoyance clear in his voice.

The door to his right opened, steam filled the room and Aberforth concluded that Albus must have been showering. Out of the steam appeared Albus, a bright green bath towel around his waist and an orange one wrapped around his head in a turban style.

“You look like a girl!” stated Aberforth dryly as he looked at the towel wrapped around his brothers head.

“Abe,” replied Albus with a smile “been here long?”

“A while!” answered Aberforth

“I was having a shower,” replied Albus, pointing to his towels “I know the concept of bathing is a new one on you!”

Aberforth glared at his older brother and folded his arms across his chest; he did bathe but just not as often as others. His goats wouldn’t like him if he kept turning up smelling of girly things, they would ignore him and his girls were too important to him so he made some sacrifice is brother didn’t understand how viotile goats could be, they hated change and drastic changes would stress them out.

“You are a old goat!” stated Aberforth as he walked over and helped himself to a sherbet lemon from the bowl on Albus’ desk.

“May I ask why I am being referred to as a old goat,” asked Albus, his eyes had narrowed slightly when he brother had taken one of his sweets “what have I done to deserve such a term of endearment from you?”

“I do not mean it as a term of endearment Albus,” answered Aberforth “I am disliking you at present. You left me with mother, there was no escape plan hatched by you to rescue me so I had to sit and listen to her go about her wedding night with father. A son should not hear stuff like that from his mother; the ministry should make that a law. You must submit it when you are next there!”

Albus chuckled heartily before transfiguring the towel he was wearing around his waist to a pair of lightweight robes. He wandered over to his desk and popped a sweet into his mouth as well; he let out a satisfied sigh and closed his eyes.

“Have you started your own sweet shop?” asked Aberforth as he looked down at the desk that was covered in sweets, most of them were sherbet lemons.

“No,” answered Albus “this is about three days supply of sweets for me. Abe, I am sorry about leaving you with mother but she didn’t want me there, there wasn’t much I could do really!”

“You could have made up something about my goats!” said Aberforth matter of factly.

“Mother is wise to us now Abe,” answered Albus “she would have seen right through me!”

“You could have tried and take that bloody towel of your head,” replied Aberforth “I am trying to be serious here and you are looking like a fool!”

Albus smiled and unwound the towel from around his head, his auburn hair with white streaks fell down around his shoulders and he quickly cast a drying and brushing charm on it.

“It can’t have been that bad Abe,” said Albus when he was finally done grooming “she means well.”

“Oh you can say that,” replied Aberforth “you weren’t there and so you didn’t have her tales inflicted on you and besides, you moan about her just as much as I do!”

“I do not!” said Albus.

“Yes you do!” answered Aberforth with a grin “She knows that you do because she heard you complaining to Armando once.”

Albus sat down in his chair and sighed, yes he did moan about his mother and her inferring ways. He needed an outlet after a meeting with her, she would throw questions in quick succession at him and he couldn’t get a word in edge ways. He loved her dearly but he couldn’t be doing with all the questions, he was the eldest and always seemed to be the one who she was more concerned about because he was single. Aberforth over the years had got off lightly so he deserved his mother’s tales today and Albus didn’t really care that his brother was annoyed with him.

“I don’t think being left with mother is the only reason that you are a cranky old goat!” stated Albus as he pressed his fingers together.

“It is the main reason,” replied Aberforth as he sat down opposite his brother “I got shouted at by the woman of my dreams!”

“Oh what did you do?” asked Albus with a sigh “You didn’t ask her to stroke your goat did you? You know what Jeannie Woolf did to you after you asked her that!”

“Jeannie Woolf misunderstood my meaning,” replied Aberforth defensively, he puffed out his chest and looked around the room before continuing “I have no idea what so ever annoyed my dream witch when I saw here. I was just being friendly and to be honest I don’t want to talk about it.”

Albus nodded and offered his brother another sweet, two mugs of hot chocolate appeared amongst the junk on Albus’ desk and the brothers reached forward and took mug each. They both wrapped their hands around the mug before sipping the creamy hot chocolate, both let out a satisfied sigh as the liquid travelled down their throats.

“Merlin bless Great Uncle Amadeus for coming up with this recipe,” said Aberforth with a grin “it would be a dull world without it!”

“I agree my dear brother, I agree!” answered Albus with a nod.

“Made any headway on your lady yet brother?” questioned Aberforth

“Well,” began Albus, his eyes twinkling “I do believe I might be. It is not a big thing but we did speak civilly in the bookshop for a matter of seconds! Abe, I don’t know when I will see her again.”

“If it is meant to be then it will be Albus,” said Aberforth, who surprised himself by saying something that Albus would probably say.

“M dear brother,” said Albus with a chuckle “I do believe you are growing up at last!”

“Merlin, I hope no!” answered Aberforth “I am far to good looking to be an old goat like you”

The Dumbledore brothers both dissolved into laughter, hot chocolate spilling from their mugs on to their robes but neither noticed. Albus knew that Aberforth was right in some respects; if she was meant to be in his life then she will appear soon. Albus was not a believer in fate but he hoped that he was fated to meet her again.

To be continued

[tayryn]

A son should not hear stuff like that from his mother; the ministry should make that a law.

daughters shouldn't either! and it should be a law!

parents and sex don't mix! lol

loved the image of Albus in nothing but the two towels... nice...

looking forward to more!

[Miss Q]

Oh, I like this chapter! And the comment about the mother-talk and having to listen ("A son should not hear stuff like that from his mother; the ministry should make that a law. You must submit it when you are next there!”) was too funny.

Please update soon, I need something to read while I'm home sick.

M

[TheGryffindorSeeker]

lol. loved that chapter. I so cant wait for more, it get's more exciting after each chapter. And i agree with tayryn. Parents+sex don't mix lol. Great chapter

[Jessabelle]

Good chaoter .. are we going to see more of Minerva soon?

[ginger newts]

Nice chapter. They're so entertaining together, I like the way you write the brothers. Can't wait till Albus next runs into Minerva.

[Alesia]

I had forgotten where Albus last left Aberforth - he deserves to be called a old goat for that! I still can't wait until Albus figures out they are both after the same woman.

[QuillofMinerva]

A/n: Hello everyone! Big, huge thank you’s to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, I love to hear your thoughts and I am glad that so many of you like how I write the brothers, I have a lot of fun writing them. Well on with the next chapter, enjoy! Once again, this hasnt been beta read....sorry but please enjoy!

Chapter Twelve: Knocked to the floor

“Minerva!” yelled Grace at the top of her lungs, “you’re wanted!”

The face in the fire grimaced at the sound of the young witch’s trill voice, she could have easily gone to fetch Minerva from the other room rather than shouting but Grace never did what was simple and quiet.

Minerva opened the door and looked at her friend, it was only half six in the morning and the sound of Grace’s voice had gone right through Minerva. Minerva was a morning person but she had no idea how Grace could be as cheerful as she was in the morning, it was still dark outside and there was a chill to the air. Minerva stepped into the warm living room and sat down in the chair near the fire. Grace looked at her and nodded before making herself scarce.

“Alastor! Hello!” greeted Minerva.

“Can’t talk long, never know who might be listening!” growled Alastor is a friendly manner “Get yourself into the offices, I need to pick your brain!”

“Now?” asked Minerva as she glanced at the grandfather clock, she didn’t have to be in work for another hour or so and she had planned to get some reading done before going to work.

“Now!” confirmed Alastor before disappearing.

Minerva sighed and stood up, Alastor Moody had to be the most demanding boss that Minerva had ever dealt with. He didn’t seem to care about official ministry hours, he would bend the rules to suit him and he expected his staff to jump on his every command. Minerva respected the head auror, she had worked for him for five years now and they had a good professional relationship though she did feel that sometimes to placed to many of his burdens on her shoulders. She needed a strong cup of tea before she went anywhere that morning and she wasn’t going to get one at the ministry, the house elves there seemed to lack the most simplest knowledge of how to make a cup of tea. She wandered in the kitchen where Grace was stood over the cooker, brewing some tea for them both.

“Let me guess,” said Grace “he wants you in this minute!”

“Full marks Gracie,” confirmed Minerva as she sat down at the kitchen table “only Merlin knows what he wants at this time of the morning!”

Grace handed her a streaming mug of tea and sat down opposite her, the two women sipped their tea as the stared at another for a few minutes. They often did this and the first one to break the contact was the loser and had to go and get the biscuit tin, nice times out of ten Minerva would win but she wasn’t concentrating today and so she ended up getting up.

“I am not here tonight!” Grace reminded her with a smile.

“Ah yes, a date with lover boy!” teased Minerva as she sat back down with the biscuit tin and offered a biscuit to her friend.

“I need to talk to him about my leaving,” explained Grace who had explained her plans to Minerva once she had got out the bath last night “I would like it if he came with me!”

Minerva didn’t say anything, sadly she doubted that Marcus Craven would up sticks and move to Ireland with Grace. Marcus was an up and coming wizard inside the ministry of magic, he had been headhunted by the minister herself and was destined for bright things. Minerva didn’t doubt his commitment to Grace but she knew that Grace would be second choice after his job.

“I know what you are thinking Min!” said Grace “I think he would seriously consider it!”

“I hope he does for your sake Gracie,” answered Minerva with a smile “I really hope it works out how you have planned! Now I must go otherwise Alastor will have my wand, have a nice night and see you tomorrow!”

Minerva bid her friend farewell and stepped into the kitchen fireplace and was quickly transported to the ministry. Alastor was waiting in her office when she stepped out; he was glancing at his pocket watch and tapped it when he caught her eye. Minerva instantly felt like a naughty schoolgirl who had turned up late for a lesson.

“You took your time Minerva!” he stated

“What can I do for you Alastor?” she asked, ignoring his reference to her time keeping.

“I need your help to pull out all our files on a certain dark wizard, I have someone coming in later to go through them with me!” he told her “You have been heading up the team so I think that you should be on in the meeting as well.”

“When is this someone coming in?” asked Minerva irritably.

“In three hours!” he answered with a twisted grin.

Minerva sighed loudly, how she was meant to present a presentation in three hours when no work had been done. Why couldn’t he have told her this last night because at least then, she would have been able to put something together for the meeting that wasn’t rushed?

“Alastor, who is this someone?” she asked.

“Albus Dumbledore!” answered Alastor.

As the name reached her ears, Minerva felt the colour drain from her face. She couldn’t face him today; she couldn’t talk about dark wizards and their findings when she had made a fool of herself in front of him. How was he going to take her seriously when he had seen her on her bottom outside a sweet shop? Minerva suddenly felt like coming down with a mysterious bug that meant that she couldn’t possibly be at work today but then she knew Alastor would see right through her, there wasn’t much that got past Alastor Moody. The only thing she could do was work exceptionally hard on the presentation and try to make him see her as an intellectual counterpart rather than an irritable woman.

“Leave me be so I can get to work!” she told Alastor as she shooed him out of the office, she was the only member of his team that could get away with pushing him out of her office. Many had speculated why that was and though a few thought it was because their boss held a touch for her, many thought it was because she was more than his equal when it came to intellect, duelling skills and that he admired her opinion.

“Knew I could count on you tabs!” he told her as he found himself pushed out into the corridor.

“Alastor, what have I told you about calling me that!” she asked, her hands dropping to her hips.

“That if I were to call you it again, you would hex me severely!” he answered with a grin, she had threatened him many times with that and he had continued to call her Tabs because he knew that she wouldn’t hex him, he was her boss.

“One of these days, I really will hex you!” she warned before shutting the door and settling down to work.


Three hours later, Albus Dumbledore was walking through the busy corridor that led to his friend office. He nodded politely as he passed people and chuckled when one young witch nearly walked into a table because she hadn’t been looking where she was going. He glanced at the door that used to have Alastor Moody’s name engraved on it and found that it had now been turned into a store room, Alastor had often joked that his office was no bigger than a storeroom. Albus looked around the corridor for a door that had his friends name on and didn’t see one; he might have walked past it on his way down. He turned and suddenly found himself struck by a door swinging open, it hit him square in the face and he tumbled backwards, falling to the floor with his hand clutched to his nose.

“What in the name of Merlin?” came a cry from the other side of the door.

Minerva McGonagall came around the door with a stack of parchment in her hands and looked at the man on the floor with shock evident in her eyes. There on the floor, clutching a bleeding nose was Albus Dumbledore!

To be continued

[TartanPhoenix]

Oh, you just couldn't resist, could you? This was priceless, and I can't wait to see what happens next!

[Miss Q]

;D ;D What an evil place to leave us hangin'... But oh so funny ;D ;D. Can not wait to read more!!!!!

M

[Alesia]

How evil of you to have them both have knocked the other over! Lets just hope Albus's nose isn't broken.

[ginger newts]

Oh no! I was waiting for something like that to happen and yet, oh no! I hope she doesn't get too embarassed and act like an idiot.

[Kandice]

I thought it was funny! If Minerva is the one responsible for his crooked beak, I will laugh. Maybe she can nurse him back to health, kiss it and make it better.

[TheGryffindorSeeker]

*laughs* oh that was great lol...poor Albus. Can't wait for next chapter to see what happens next

[Jaya]

That was FABULOUS! I never saw it coming until the door began to swing... but what a great unintentional payback!

[tayryn]

LOL!

well... paybacks are a witch!!

that was precious!!

very nice update!

[Jessabelle]

Absolutely excellent! You definately need tp update again soon so that we can see how this meeting will go and how Minerva will react to breaking Dumbledore's nose! What will Alastor say?! You are a great writer! This story is hilarious and I cannot wait for more!
- Jess

[QuillofMinerva]

A/n: This is in fact how Albus breaks his nose; well how I like to think it happens anyway. Many thanks for taking the time to review the last chapter; I appreciate your comments. Once again, this hasnt been beta read.

Chapter Thirteen: Nosebleeds and broken noses.

“Oh Merlin!” exclaimed Minerva with horror as she looked down at the man on the floor, he had his hand over his nose and mouth but she could see blood flowing at a steady pace.

Minerva dropped the books and rolls of parchment that she had been carrying and dropped to her knees beside Albus, she looked at him before placing her hand on his neck and pushing his head forward gently. She needed to stop the flow of blood and check for any damage.

“Mr Dumbledore, can you pinch the soft part of your nose?” she asked him “just below the bone.”

“I fink its broken!” he told her as he did what he was told, he winced as he touched his nose.

“Just lean forward a bit more,” she encouraged, feeling more and more guilty as she walked him apply pressure to his nose.

Luckily the corridor was empty, no one had seen what had happened and so they weren’t milling around and getting in the way. Minerva couldn’t believe that of all the people that used the corridor, Albus Dumbledore was the man who ended up on the floor with what looked like a broken nose. How was she going to face him after the pain and the bleeding had ceased?

“Could we go into your office?” he asked her as his ears picked up on some footsteps coming down the corridor.

Minerva simply nodded and helped him to his feet, all the time encouraging him to lean forward slightly and keep the pressure on his nose. She was grateful that he had asked to go into her office and not remain in the corridor; she presumed that he didn’t want to be seen in such a state. His robes and beard had blood on them and he did look a sight for sore eyes which made Minerva shake her head in disbelief, why her?

“I need to contact Alastor and say I won’t be making the meeting!” he told her as he went to take his fingers off his nose.

“Keep applying pressure!” she scolded softly “You need to get your nose fixed, I think it may be broken.”

Minerva watched as Albus pulled out his wand with his free hand, with a quick swish and flick of his wands, a letter addressed to Alastor Moody was written and on it way to her boss. Minerva wondered what he had written to Alastor, she wondered if he had mentioned what she had done? Alastor would have her wand, if he found out what she had done despite it being an accident.

“Could you mend my nose?” he asked

“I am not a medi witch!” she pointed out; she had only ever dealt with cuts and bruises in her time as a fully qualified witch.

“But you had basic training with the Auror medics!” he told her, knowing that all wizards and witches had to know the basic field skills before becoming an auror.

Minerva nodded, it was true she did know how to mend broken bones but she had never practiced it and she wasn’t about to try her first attempt at healing a broken bone on Albus Dumbledore, the most celebrated wizards of recent times.

“Are you still applying pressure?” she asked

“Yes but it needs to be mended,” he told her, “I can’t do it to myself and I don’t want to trek to St Mungo’s for something so silly, it will be all over the papers as soon as I step out of here and I doubt either of us want the publicity!”

Minerva knew he was right and she had to agree with him that she didn’t want how this happened getting out, she would be mocked for the rest of her life and known as the witch who broke Albus Dumbledore’s nose. She walked away from him and went around to the other side of her desk to find the medical kit that she took with her when she was leading her team out on the field. She found what she needed and walked back over to him, she helped him sip one to potions to help the blood clot and then pulled out her wand.

“Are you sure?” she asked again

Albus nodded his head and braced himself for the short, sharp pain that would come when she set the bone. It happened quickly and for that, they were both glad. Minerva looked at his nose before bandaging it as well as she could, he looked rather funny with his inflamed nose but she didn’t tell him that.

“You need to rest up,” she told him “do you have someone at home who can look after you? You mustn’t do anything strenuous because it would cause bleeding again.”

“I’ll be fine,” he told her “just some pain relief and I can hide in my office for a few days!”

“You need someone with you,” she told him in no uncertain terms “since I caused this, may I offer myself.”

Minerva didn’t realise the double meaning of her words and was slightly confused when Albus chuckled slightly but wouldn’t tell her why.

“What did you have in mind?” he asked with a grin.

“Well I have a cottage nearby,” she began “I could take you there, you could rest up and well I can keep you company.”

“That sounds agreeable,” he answered, he would be able to get to know her a bit more. “I am sorry but I do not know your name!”

Minerva blushed slightly, they had literally bumped into one another a couple of times and she still hadn’t told him her name.

“I am Minerva,” she told him “Minerva McGonagall!”

“Hello Minerva,” he greeted “pleased to make your acquaintance. You may call me Albus!”

“Well Albus,” she said softly, hoping she wasn’t blushing too much in his presence, the way her name had fallen from his lips had sent a jolt of electricity through her body “let me go and see Alastor and say that something has come up and it needs my urgent attention and I’ll be right with you!”

Minerva left Albus in her office as she dashed off find Alastor, she couldn’t believe she was going to be spending time alone with a man she admired and was annoyed at, at the same time. She knew she needed to make a better impression of herself, she had done two things to show herself up in his eyes and she was mortified with herself. She couldn’t also believe how bold she had been in asking him back to the cottage so she could look after him. She had no idea what had gotten into her but she couldn’t think about it for much longer because she had arrived at Alastor Moody’s new office.

TBC…

[TheGryffindorSeeker]

wow, great chapter, poor Albus thou. Can't wait for next update