Post by pinkie on Sept 30, 2005 6:17:35 GMT -5
Oh, how difficult it is to find a good title for a fic!
This is probably not the best story you have ever read, but I thought: lets go fluffy again!
[glow=red,2,300]I might put in something lemony - but am not sure yet...[/glow]So here it goes:
"A difficult question"
The alarm – Fawkes blowing shrill whistles instead of his beautiful song – came much too early. Drowsily she felt how she was pulled against a warm body and she curled herself against his form. How she longed to stay that way forever. Pushing her bum against his hips, she could feel Albus almost felt the same way. While Minerva would be perfectly happy laying side by side, so soft and warm, Albus would be wanting to get a little nearer than they were now. How he hated it when she had her… problem. Minerva was happy she got her thing each month – it meant she wasn’t pregnant.
In the land between waking and sleeping, Minerva thought about having children. She was still so young, not even thirty and she wanted to teach so desperately – there was no place in her life for children yet. Oh, she knew Albus longed for them, for tiny versions of himself to play Quidditch with and to spoil. He was older than she was and he had lived a life before they had found each other. He had been with women, manier than she cared to think of. She had only been with two other men before she had fallen head over heels with Albus and she had never slept with either of them.
Minerva thought of their very first time.
Often, after a late game of chess she stayed with him. They would sleep in his enourmous bed and he would undo her hair and they would talk and kiss and cuddle. Of course he wanted more, but he was happy to wait for her and his wait hadn’t been long. The day that he would have to leave Hogwarts for a few days to confere with his collegues of the Wizengamot, ‘it’ happened. Not as romantic as she had once hoped for, her long talks with Poppy and Rolanda had lifted the dream long ago, but not as awful as Rolanda’s first experience. It had hurt a little and yes, there was a bit of blood, but she had felt exillerated, she felt that now she was bonded with Albus and he had been so sweet and gentle and he had held her so close to his chest afterwards and had whispered sweet little words in her ears. She had swept the sweat of his brow with the cotton sheet and told him that she would be his forever. Having said that, he wrapped his arms around her, pulled her on top of him and held her without saying a word. An hour later when they had showered and were clothed again, she had conjured up some tea and sandwiches and he had told her about his quest.
He knew of Dark magic rising and he knew he was one of the most powerful wizards in this world. He knew he would have to stand up against the evil that was coming and was afraid he was going to be alone in his battles. He had searched for a woman, brave and of good sense. Intelligent and witty. Fun to be around. He had searched for a woman among Ravenclaws and Gryffindors. He had not thought of the girls who were once Slytherins, althought they could make his career flow more easily. A Hufflepuff would be loyal to him, but maybe not a woman who would be able to face danger alone. He had been with a Ravenclaw once, but after the first week he found hat she didn’t share his sense of humour and that he was prone to bicker with her about the littlest of things. Minerva did share his sense of homour and there were times that they laughed so hard her tummy hurt and tears were streaming down her cheeks. Albus liked to talk to her, because she was so wise, but not annoying. And he liked the look of her, her long dark hair and her vibrant eyes, not to forget her remarkable figure. He treasured her.
The long talk gave Minerva the feeling that this was not a fling, not for her, but not for him either and she was happy and contented, even though he was going to leave her for ten days.
Fawkes whistled again and Minerva slowly rose. “Nooohohohohooo…” Albus moaned. “Yes, c’mon, it is already later than we both wish.” Swinging her legs over the end of the bed, she stayed under the cover and pulled away Albus’ safe and warm haven. “Hey!” he was now wide awake. Minerva stumbled to the shower and cleansed herself intensly, hoping that today would be the last day of her… problem.
The whole day Minerva was preoccupied with the thought of having a family with Albus. They were married – not a must to have a family, but her parents wouldn’t approve much if they weren’t and they were both of a responsible age. In class she absentmindedly taught the pupils to Transfigure needles into worms and was not disturbed by one of the little Slytherins turning his into a hairy caterpillar. At dinner she watched the Gryffindor-table more intendly and smiled at the youngest students heaping up sausage and mash on their plates. When dessert arrived they dove into the apple-crumble and Minerva kept on smiling.
Albus watched his wife like a hawk that evening. What was she thinking? He could use his ability to read minds, but did he want to? Not particularly. His love would tell him what was on her mind when she was ready. He poured tea and fed her ginger newts while she was reading an old favourite: Little women. He saw her smile and could follow the pages in her face. Now and then she looked up rom the book and stared into nothingness. When time came to retire, they brushed their teeth in unison.
“Are you alright, sweetie?” Albus asked. “Sure! Why not?” Minerva replied with a beaming smile. “Oh, nothing…” Minerva splattered water on him when she washed her face and she chuckled when he lifted her from the floor and threw her over his shoulder. “Put me down! Put me down now! Albus, I’m serious, stop it!!!” all the while laughing out loud. He dropped her on the bed and almost dove into her. He kissed her frantically and she answered his kisses with her bruised lips. “I have something to talk about…” Minerva whispered into his mouth. “Hmm, what is it?” Albus didn’t stop his search for bare flesh and cupped a but-cheek. “Albus, please…” With a sigh Albus sat up and looked Minerva in the eye. “What is it that you want to talk about?” Minerva put her hand softly on his cheek and gave a soft kiss on his lips.
“How do you feel about having a baby?”
to be continued...
Does anyone have any tips? I could use them!
This is probably not the best story you have ever read, but I thought: lets go fluffy again!
[glow=red,2,300]I might put in something lemony - but am not sure yet...[/glow]So here it goes:
"A difficult question"
The alarm – Fawkes blowing shrill whistles instead of his beautiful song – came much too early. Drowsily she felt how she was pulled against a warm body and she curled herself against his form. How she longed to stay that way forever. Pushing her bum against his hips, she could feel Albus almost felt the same way. While Minerva would be perfectly happy laying side by side, so soft and warm, Albus would be wanting to get a little nearer than they were now. How he hated it when she had her… problem. Minerva was happy she got her thing each month – it meant she wasn’t pregnant.
In the land between waking and sleeping, Minerva thought about having children. She was still so young, not even thirty and she wanted to teach so desperately – there was no place in her life for children yet. Oh, she knew Albus longed for them, for tiny versions of himself to play Quidditch with and to spoil. He was older than she was and he had lived a life before they had found each other. He had been with women, manier than she cared to think of. She had only been with two other men before she had fallen head over heels with Albus and she had never slept with either of them.
Minerva thought of their very first time.
Often, after a late game of chess she stayed with him. They would sleep in his enourmous bed and he would undo her hair and they would talk and kiss and cuddle. Of course he wanted more, but he was happy to wait for her and his wait hadn’t been long. The day that he would have to leave Hogwarts for a few days to confere with his collegues of the Wizengamot, ‘it’ happened. Not as romantic as she had once hoped for, her long talks with Poppy and Rolanda had lifted the dream long ago, but not as awful as Rolanda’s first experience. It had hurt a little and yes, there was a bit of blood, but she had felt exillerated, she felt that now she was bonded with Albus and he had been so sweet and gentle and he had held her so close to his chest afterwards and had whispered sweet little words in her ears. She had swept the sweat of his brow with the cotton sheet and told him that she would be his forever. Having said that, he wrapped his arms around her, pulled her on top of him and held her without saying a word. An hour later when they had showered and were clothed again, she had conjured up some tea and sandwiches and he had told her about his quest.
He knew of Dark magic rising and he knew he was one of the most powerful wizards in this world. He knew he would have to stand up against the evil that was coming and was afraid he was going to be alone in his battles. He had searched for a woman, brave and of good sense. Intelligent and witty. Fun to be around. He had searched for a woman among Ravenclaws and Gryffindors. He had not thought of the girls who were once Slytherins, althought they could make his career flow more easily. A Hufflepuff would be loyal to him, but maybe not a woman who would be able to face danger alone. He had been with a Ravenclaw once, but after the first week he found hat she didn’t share his sense of humour and that he was prone to bicker with her about the littlest of things. Minerva did share his sense of homour and there were times that they laughed so hard her tummy hurt and tears were streaming down her cheeks. Albus liked to talk to her, because she was so wise, but not annoying. And he liked the look of her, her long dark hair and her vibrant eyes, not to forget her remarkable figure. He treasured her.
The long talk gave Minerva the feeling that this was not a fling, not for her, but not for him either and she was happy and contented, even though he was going to leave her for ten days.
Fawkes whistled again and Minerva slowly rose. “Nooohohohohooo…” Albus moaned. “Yes, c’mon, it is already later than we both wish.” Swinging her legs over the end of the bed, she stayed under the cover and pulled away Albus’ safe and warm haven. “Hey!” he was now wide awake. Minerva stumbled to the shower and cleansed herself intensly, hoping that today would be the last day of her… problem.
The whole day Minerva was preoccupied with the thought of having a family with Albus. They were married – not a must to have a family, but her parents wouldn’t approve much if they weren’t and they were both of a responsible age. In class she absentmindedly taught the pupils to Transfigure needles into worms and was not disturbed by one of the little Slytherins turning his into a hairy caterpillar. At dinner she watched the Gryffindor-table more intendly and smiled at the youngest students heaping up sausage and mash on their plates. When dessert arrived they dove into the apple-crumble and Minerva kept on smiling.
Albus watched his wife like a hawk that evening. What was she thinking? He could use his ability to read minds, but did he want to? Not particularly. His love would tell him what was on her mind when she was ready. He poured tea and fed her ginger newts while she was reading an old favourite: Little women. He saw her smile and could follow the pages in her face. Now and then she looked up rom the book and stared into nothingness. When time came to retire, they brushed their teeth in unison.
“Are you alright, sweetie?” Albus asked. “Sure! Why not?” Minerva replied with a beaming smile. “Oh, nothing…” Minerva splattered water on him when she washed her face and she chuckled when he lifted her from the floor and threw her over his shoulder. “Put me down! Put me down now! Albus, I’m serious, stop it!!!” all the while laughing out loud. He dropped her on the bed and almost dove into her. He kissed her frantically and she answered his kisses with her bruised lips. “I have something to talk about…” Minerva whispered into his mouth. “Hmm, what is it?” Albus didn’t stop his search for bare flesh and cupped a but-cheek. “Albus, please…” With a sigh Albus sat up and looked Minerva in the eye. “What is it that you want to talk about?” Minerva put her hand softly on his cheek and gave a soft kiss on his lips.
“How do you feel about having a baby?”
to be continued...
Does anyone have any tips? I could use them!
