Post by Drake on Jan 7, 2007 15:53:04 GMT -5
Title: Cat's Game
Summary: Familiar AD/MM scenarios take on a new twist during a chess game one night. Pure fluff, but purely dark fluff. Like chocolate mousse as opposed to marshmallows. Also, check out the author's notes at the end after reading.
Rating: 13+
Minerva found herself staring dreamily at her professor over the chessboard. Again. Really, it was getting to be a bit much.
Fortunately, her version of a twitterpated schoolgirl stare was not the wide-eyed and vacant look of her peers. Said professor was subjugated to such fawning on an almost hourly basis and would surely be able to recognize it immediately.
The animagus scrutinized his features, from his long crooked nose to his short auburn beard. Occasionally, her eyes bore into his as she attempted to search his soul for his innermost thoughts. She had, after all, been practicing Legilmency lately, and although she proved completely inept at it, it surely couldn't hurt to try. Her eyebrows drew closer together.
"Trying to scare me off, is that it, Miss McGonagall?" her opponent asked with a wry smile. After all, she appeared to be trying to stare him down. On the inside, however, he was doing anything and everything but smiling.
Two weeks. Two precious, precious weeks were all the time the friends had left. It was the end of her seventh year, and she had already told him in full detail of her plans to become an Auror. And surely, such a smart, young...
...and attractive
and proficient young lady would not want to keep in touch with her batty old coot of a Transfigurations professor.
Albus sighed. He supposed it was for the best. After all, she had been cropping up in his dreams lately in a way that made him glad he was the only Legilmens on the grounds. It could prove quite embarrassing for him if anyone managed to access said dreams. That is not to say he didn't enjoy them when they occurred...
But there! He was wandering off into uncharted territory with that particular thought and to continue in that direction would be to alienate himself from his closest friend.
“It's your move, Miss McGonagall,” he reminded her. She had not moved for twenty minutes now and he was beginning to think she'd forgotten.
“I know that,” she responded testily. “But look here, I don't think I can move anywhere without you checking my king!”
He examined the chessboard for a moment. “I do believe you are right!” he exclaimed happily. “That means I win again!”
“Not exactly,” his opponent corrected smirking, “You see, if I was to move anywhere, I would also be putting your king in check. “
Albus' smile shrank several sizes. “Your right,” he mumbled after re-examining the board. “I suppose it's a draw, then. Blast.”
“Yes, I suppose it is,” she replied absentmindedly, rising to leave. As she did so, however, her glasses fell onto the chessboard, knocking over several pieces.
“Oh, sorry!” she cried at the same time as Albus exclaimed “Oh, here, let me help you!”
The both bent to pick up the glasses. At the same time. Then, at the same time, they straightened up again, or rather, tried to. As they were rising, they found themselves almost nose to nose. Their eyes locked onto each others.
Sexual tension. Neither of them would have admitted it, of course, but that was certainly what was going on.
A moment that contained all eternity passed. Minerva tried to back away, or rather thought that the proper thing to do would be to try, however, she found herself inching closer.. closer... closer...
Their lips crashed together. Suddenly, teacher and student found themselves entangled in something that was not so much a kiss as a contest to see who could thrust their tongue farthest down the other's throat. As Minerva broke away for air, Albus continued kissing down her neck, on her shoulder, and eventually right at the place where her ear, jaw and neck met.
“Oh, Albus...” she moaned, digging her nails into his back.
Fortunately and unfortunately, it was her voice that broke the spell. For a moment, they continued clinging to each other, but then Albus pushed her off of him at the same time as she pulled his arms from her waist. They each took a step back, and gazed in panic and fear at the other.
“Professor..” she began, flustered.
“We never...”
“Of course, Professor...”
“I never...”
“Of course not, Professor...”
“This never...”
“No it didn't, Professor...”
“Nothing happened,” he said resolutely and sadly. “We didn't do anything.”
“No, Professor...” she agreed wistfully. “We didn't.”
They stood there for an eternity of a moment, staring at each other’s shoes. Minerva’s, Albus noticed, were glossy black Mary-Janes. They were so shiny, he could see his reflection in them. He tilted his head slightly. He seemed to look younger that he had twenty minutes ago. He seemed… fresher. He seemed…
He seemed to have a smudge of lipstick near his mouth.
He licked his fingers and wiped it off, but not before Minerva noticed he had it. She glanced up at him, blushed an even brighter red, and resumed staring at Albus’s shoes.
“So, um, Professor…” Minerva began unsteadily.
“Yes, Miss McGonagall?”
“I suppose we just… made out.”
“It certainly seems that way, Miss McGonagall.”
“Well, that’s not really very good, now is it?”
Albus met her probing gaze with an even, twinkling one of his own. “That would depend.”
“On what?”
“On whether or not we are likely -or would want- to do it again, of course.”
“Oh, but, Professor Dumbledore…” Minerva was so nervous, she seemed to be laughing. “We couldn’t whether we wanted to or not.”
“I suppose you are right, as usual. We could not.” He gazed out the window, sadness clouding his usually clear eyes. He loved Minerva. That much was certain. What was less definite were her feeling for him, but however strong hers were, there was no question that they were there.
Whatever joys and wonders they had just begun to discover could surely not be tossed away now because of a stupid, trivial, insignificant policy.
But how to salvage it? That was the question.
An idea formed in the back of the wizard's mind.
He turned to the witch.
“But perhaps,” he said slowly, “In a few weeks... After you graduate...
.... perhaps we could.”
Yay! Fluff!
Okay, let me say a few things here. The reason I said this was darker fluff is that Minerva is still in school at this point, and it's kinda wrong to make out with your professors. But only a little. LOL.
Other than that, I hope you liked it. My first AD/MM FanFic ever!
Yay me ;D!
~Lemony Kittens
Summary: Familiar AD/MM scenarios take on a new twist during a chess game one night. Pure fluff, but purely dark fluff. Like chocolate mousse as opposed to marshmallows. Also, check out the author's notes at the end after reading.
Rating: 13+
*~o0O0o~*~o0O0o~*~o0O0o~*
Cat's Game
Minerva found herself staring dreamily at her professor over the chessboard. Again. Really, it was getting to be a bit much.
Fortunately, her version of a twitterpated schoolgirl stare was not the wide-eyed and vacant look of her peers. Said professor was subjugated to such fawning on an almost hourly basis and would surely be able to recognize it immediately.
The animagus scrutinized his features, from his long crooked nose to his short auburn beard. Occasionally, her eyes bore into his as she attempted to search his soul for his innermost thoughts. She had, after all, been practicing Legilmency lately, and although she proved completely inept at it, it surely couldn't hurt to try. Her eyebrows drew closer together.
"Trying to scare me off, is that it, Miss McGonagall?" her opponent asked with a wry smile. After all, she appeared to be trying to stare him down. On the inside, however, he was doing anything and everything but smiling.
Two weeks. Two precious, precious weeks were all the time the friends had left. It was the end of her seventh year, and she had already told him in full detail of her plans to become an Auror. And surely, such a smart, young...
...and attractive
and proficient young lady would not want to keep in touch with her batty old coot of a Transfigurations professor.
Albus sighed. He supposed it was for the best. After all, she had been cropping up in his dreams lately in a way that made him glad he was the only Legilmens on the grounds. It could prove quite embarrassing for him if anyone managed to access said dreams. That is not to say he didn't enjoy them when they occurred...
But there! He was wandering off into uncharted territory with that particular thought and to continue in that direction would be to alienate himself from his closest friend.
“It's your move, Miss McGonagall,” he reminded her. She had not moved for twenty minutes now and he was beginning to think she'd forgotten.
“I know that,” she responded testily. “But look here, I don't think I can move anywhere without you checking my king!”
He examined the chessboard for a moment. “I do believe you are right!” he exclaimed happily. “That means I win again!”
“Not exactly,” his opponent corrected smirking, “You see, if I was to move anywhere, I would also be putting your king in check. “
Albus' smile shrank several sizes. “Your right,” he mumbled after re-examining the board. “I suppose it's a draw, then. Blast.”
“Yes, I suppose it is,” she replied absentmindedly, rising to leave. As she did so, however, her glasses fell onto the chessboard, knocking over several pieces.
“Oh, sorry!” she cried at the same time as Albus exclaimed “Oh, here, let me help you!”
The both bent to pick up the glasses. At the same time. Then, at the same time, they straightened up again, or rather, tried to. As they were rising, they found themselves almost nose to nose. Their eyes locked onto each others.
Sexual tension. Neither of them would have admitted it, of course, but that was certainly what was going on.
A moment that contained all eternity passed. Minerva tried to back away, or rather thought that the proper thing to do would be to try, however, she found herself inching closer.. closer... closer...
Their lips crashed together. Suddenly, teacher and student found themselves entangled in something that was not so much a kiss as a contest to see who could thrust their tongue farthest down the other's throat. As Minerva broke away for air, Albus continued kissing down her neck, on her shoulder, and eventually right at the place where her ear, jaw and neck met.
“Oh, Albus...” she moaned, digging her nails into his back.
Fortunately and unfortunately, it was her voice that broke the spell. For a moment, they continued clinging to each other, but then Albus pushed her off of him at the same time as she pulled his arms from her waist. They each took a step back, and gazed in panic and fear at the other.
“Professor..” she began, flustered.
“We never...”
“Of course, Professor...”
“I never...”
“Of course not, Professor...”
“This never...”
“No it didn't, Professor...”
“Nothing happened,” he said resolutely and sadly. “We didn't do anything.”
“No, Professor...” she agreed wistfully. “We didn't.”
They stood there for an eternity of a moment, staring at each other’s shoes. Minerva’s, Albus noticed, were glossy black Mary-Janes. They were so shiny, he could see his reflection in them. He tilted his head slightly. He seemed to look younger that he had twenty minutes ago. He seemed… fresher. He seemed…
He seemed to have a smudge of lipstick near his mouth.
He licked his fingers and wiped it off, but not before Minerva noticed he had it. She glanced up at him, blushed an even brighter red, and resumed staring at Albus’s shoes.
“So, um, Professor…” Minerva began unsteadily.
“Yes, Miss McGonagall?”
“I suppose we just… made out.”
“It certainly seems that way, Miss McGonagall.”
“Well, that’s not really very good, now is it?”
Albus met her probing gaze with an even, twinkling one of his own. “That would depend.”
“On what?”
“On whether or not we are likely -or would want- to do it again, of course.”
“Oh, but, Professor Dumbledore…” Minerva was so nervous, she seemed to be laughing. “We couldn’t whether we wanted to or not.”
“I suppose you are right, as usual. We could not.” He gazed out the window, sadness clouding his usually clear eyes. He loved Minerva. That much was certain. What was less definite were her feeling for him, but however strong hers were, there was no question that they were there.
Whatever joys and wonders they had just begun to discover could surely not be tossed away now because of a stupid, trivial, insignificant policy.
But how to salvage it? That was the question.
An idea formed in the back of the wizard's mind.
He turned to the witch.
“But perhaps,” he said slowly, “In a few weeks... After you graduate...
.... perhaps we could.”
*~o0O0o~*~o0O0o~*~o0O0o~*
Yay! Fluff!
Okay, let me say a few things here. The reason I said this was darker fluff is that Minerva is still in school at this point, and it's kinda wrong to make out with your professors. But only a little. LOL.
Other than that, I hope you liked it. My first AD/MM FanFic ever!
Yay me ;D!
~Lemony Kittens
Yey, thank you for sharing.
