Post by EloquentPhoenix on Mar 5, 2007 16:59:59 GMT -5
A Kiss
A/N: Inspired by the quotation at the end of this piece, which I got from a friend. It’s by Ingrid Bergman (I looked it up). For Sprinkles, a compensatory bit of fluff since I haven’t written your challenge tag response yet.
Minerva McGonagall was curled up by the fire in her private rooms, wondering idly to herself if it was too late to invite Albus for a game of chess. Their games did always last a while after all. Deciding against the idea she stood and walked to the window, peering out over the crisp, cold, frost covered grounds. She barely noticed when her train of thoughts drifted towards her feelings for Albus.
“I wonder if he knows how I feel about him,” she whispered quietly to herself.
“How you feel about who, my dear?” an amused Albus Dumbledore asked.
She spun around quickly, hand to her throat; she hadn’t even heard him knock.
“I did knock,” he offered by way of explanation “but you didn’t answer. And you have yet to answer my question, Minerva.”
She gaped at him slightly for a second before flushing a deep red and starting to string together any kind of answer to avoid admitting she meant him.
“Well… you see… Albus… No not that, it’s just… I meant, well, I, I meant”
She was stopped suddenly in her ramblings by his lips gently covering hers. He pulled back a little to look into her eyes, only to find her staring back dumbfounded, expecting some kind of explanation.
“You were talking too much,” he informed her, “and you weren’t making any sense.”
She still stared at him saying nothing, a second blush rising in her cheeks. He smiled softly at her before again closing the distance between them for a longer, more passionate kiss, which she returned. When they separated she smiled softly back at him.
“I wasn’t saying anything that time,” she whispered.
“No, that time was because I couldn’t resist you, my love,” he said, kissing her again.
It was many years into their relationship when they were curled up on their couch by the fire in their rooms when the topic came up again.
“I found the most interesting muggle quotation today, my dear,” Albus told Minerva.
“Oh?” was her simple reply.
“Yes, this is it,” he said handing her a piece of parchment.
She chuckled as she read it, “Oh you are insufferable, how on earth do I put up with you?”
He merely smiled as her kissed her, the piece of parchment floating to the floor…
A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.
Finite
