Post by EloquentPhoenix on Dec 17, 2005 18:47:48 GMT -5
Boy and Girl
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Albus and Minerva. Boy and Girl. They might be far from it now, but it doesn’t mean they don’t still act the part.
Minerva allowed herself a small smile as the spiral staircase carried her up to Albus Dumbledore’s office. Slipping silently through the door she proceeded to the door to his private chambers and gave a sharp knock. She was looking forward to a quiet evening playing chess, and most probably winning, with the chance to spend time with her best friend and secret love. She gave herself a mental shake at thoughts of being able to watch him as he studied the board, watch the way his eyes would twinkle, and smile and laugh with him at his teasing. She was not some stupid teenage girl; she was a mature adult, who could control her feelings. She’d had thirty years practice after all.
Getting no reply to her knock she whispered the password and opened the door. Peering around the door she was greeted by the sigh of Albus pacing up and down in front a roaring fire. He was obviously wrapped in thought, not even noticing that the lights had long gone out and the fire was the only remaining light source. He hadn’t even set up the chessboard.
“Albus?” Minerva questioned softly as she shut the door behind her.
Albus stopped his pacing immediately, turning his attention to Minerva as he stood framed in the firelight.
“My apologies, Minerva, I have a lot on my mind, could we talk?” he asked her.
“Of course, Albus, I’m always here for you, you know that,” she replied softly, making her way towards him.
“I know you are, Min,” he said returning to his pacing, but not before allowing himself to smile softly at how she couldn’t have answered better. He had to tell her, he couldn’t hide it forever.
Minerva shivered slightly at the endearment he used before answering, “What is it, Albus?”
He hesitated slightly, opening and closing his mouth more than once. The truth hit Minerva in an instant, her heart shattering, but she was well practised at hiding her emotions. Offering only a shrewd smile she stood in his path, stopping his pacing.
“Talk to her,” she said.
“You know me too well, but I can’t just tell her how I feel, she doesn’t feel like that about me.”
“Don’t be silly, Albus, if she knows you at all she’ll know you’re amazing and love you just as much.”
He gave a small, sad smile “Maybe. Maybe. I just want her to know”
“Albus, just talk to her.”
“She doesn’t feel like that about me, she’s younger… eighty years almost.”
“We both know age is just a number. And if she knows anything, she’ll know that too, tell her,” Minerva answered, eighty years, it could be anyone, her heart was falling apart.
“How? What do I say?”
“Tell her how much she means to you, what she is to you.”
“I tell her that every day.”
“Then… wouldn’t she know? What do you mean?”
“We’re very close, always together. I love her.”
“I do understand, Albus, I’ve been there, I’m still there…” she trailed off.
“Minerva? Who-”
“Just someone, its not important Albus, he doesn’t feel that way.”
“She doesn’t either,” he said, worried about what she said, who did she love? Could he tell her now?
“She does, Albus,” Minerva replied, placing her hands on his arms to stop him pacing, and pulling him into a hug.
“Who wouldn’t, Albus?”
“You, and you’re her age.”
“Don’t say that,” she said, swatting his arm, “I do love you.”
“I love you too.”
“So are you going to tell her?”
Albus hesitated, still holding her close, it was now or never. Leaning close to her, he opened his mouth to speak.
“I just did,” he whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine.
It took a moment or two before what he’d said registered in Minerva’s brain. When it finally did she drew a sharp breath, her heart pounding, eyes filling with tears as she held him tighter.
“I love you,” she whispered back, before finally succumbing to her oh-so-teenage feelings, her hidden, most strong feelings, as her gently kissed her.
“And to think I was disappointed that we wouldn’t get to play chess,” Minerva thought to herself.
A/N: I got the idea off a blog entry on my friend's msn space, and it was with her kind permission that I wrote this.
The original scene
Boy: I need someone to talk to.
Girl: I’m always here for you.
Boy: I know.
Girl: What’s wrong?
Boy: I like her so much.
Girl: Talk to her.
Boy: I don’t know. She won’t ever like me.
Girl: Don’t say that. You’re amazing.
Boy: I just want her to know how I feel.
Girl: Then tell her.
Boy: She wont like me.
Girl: How do you know that?
Boy: I can just tell.
Girl: Well, just tell her.
Boy: What should I say?
Girl: Tell her how much you like her.
Boy: I tell her that daily.
Girl: What do you mean?
Boy: I’m always with her. I love her.
Girl: I know how you feel. I have the same problem. But he'll never like me.
Boy: Wait. Who do you like?
Girl: Oh some boy... but he won’t like me.
Boy: Oh... she won’t like me either.
Girl: She does.
Boy: How do you know?
Girl: Because who wouldn’t like you?
Boy: You.
Girl: You’re wrong, I love you.
Boy: I love you too.
Girl: So are you going to talk to her?
Boy: I just did.
....wipes tear away Great fic! 
