Post by maritelske on Aug 23, 2007 19:37:44 GMT -5
A/N: Just some mindless fluff for you all. This scene was alluded to in my current chapter fanfic 'Love Magnificence', but never expanded upon. The words didn't seem to flow with that fanfic, so I turned it into a seperate piece of work. A companion piece if you will. This would have featured as a flash back, had it survived the cut.
Set sometime in the late 1940s.
Dedication: To Minniequill, who hates fluff. But you have to enjoy the ride sometime!
FALLEN
The Fountain of Brethren sparkled amongst the hurry of Ministry workers who were all keen to finally head home for the day.
Memos fluttered overhead, one passing so close to Minerva’s ear that she was sure it had ruffled her hair, which hung in a loose braid over her shoulder.
“Evening, Minerva!” A far younger Alastor Moody grinned at her, his face not so lined, nor scarred – his magical eye not yet in existence.
“Hello, Alastor” She smiled, quickening her pace across the Atrium to his side, “How did the rest of the day end up?”
“Ah, nothing too out of the ordinary. I’ll nab them tomorrow. Off to see Albus?” Minerva nodded, and he smiled – a smile that seemed to speak far louder than words, as a mischievous glint flickered across his face so briefly that she was sure she had imagined it, “Have a good night then”
“See you tomorrow” She smiled cheerfully, and he laughed.
“I wouldn’t be so sure” And with that, he disappeared into the throng of ministry officials – leaving Minerva with the impression that he had not been entirely honest in his welcome.
But she gave it not a moments thought after glancing at her watch, gasping at the time – and quickening her steps once more towards the golden grilles of the Ministry lifts.
She knew the path so well, to the point that she was sure she could follow it with her eyes closed, and it was only moments before she stood outside the official quarters of the Wizengamot. And it was there that she waited, a smile playing across her lips as she leant against the marbled wall – watching as people began to file out of the room, none of them seemingly surprised to see her standing there. On the contrary, many of them bowled their hats to her – and those that caught her eye smiled and wished her a pleasant evening.
She smiled politely, and continued to wait, until the very last official at left and she peered through the doorway into the magnificence room behind it.
And there, in the middle of the marble and glistening gold, stood Albus Dumbledore – his face breaking into a smile as soon as he saw her.
They had been so young then – so young, and so hopelessly in love, and Minerva had flown into his arms with youthful enthusiasm, her lips meeting his in a delicious kiss that caused his heart to soar, his toes to curl.
“Hello” She grinned against his touch, and he let out a low laugh – his fingers spread out across the small of her back, pulling him against him.
“I hope you haven’t been waiting long”
“Not at all” She shook her head, her ebony braid falling off her shoulder and cascading down her back as her eyes glittered in the fading sunlight that poured through the windows.
“I will make it up to you” Albus smiled suggestively, and she laughed against his chest, holding him against her – her fingers curling through his own.
“And how might you consider doing that?” He could feel her laughter reverberate through him, as her chest rise and fell against his heart. His heartbeat quickened, and he swallowed tightly – feeling his throat seemingly constrict around the knowledge of his actions.
It was in that moment that he pulled her away from him, and she looked at him with confused eyes.
“What is it?”
“Minerva...” He whispered, her name soft across his lips, a mantra that disappeared into the room above them – the dying sunlight causing his eyes to glow, her heart to warm.
And with that, he knelt on one knee before her – taking her slender hands into his, and kissing each of her fingers.
“Oh...” She murmured, a smile more radiant that anything else gracing her features.
“Minerva McGonagall, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”
With eyes that spoke a thousand words, he looked up at her – a man desperately in love, at a girl who could hardly find coherent thought.
Taking her hand in his once more, he unravelled her nervous fist and blew against the palm of her hand, a warm sensation filling her every being as he did so.
And as he blew, a glittering, diamond ring appeared – the white band gold catching the streaming light.
As her eyes filled with tears, and her heart raced beyond all measure – she laughed in spite of herself, and nodded, and nodded again – and then laughed again, a singsong laughed that floated through the tangible air between them.
“Yes... yes, of course” She laughed once more with sheer joy, and he stood, encircling her in his arms as he kissed her once, twice – again.
And then, with a smile that left no denying his happiness, he unravelled her fingers once more – revealing the ring that lay in her hand, slipping the band onto her finger, lifting her hand to his lips as he kissed the finger where it now sat.
“It’s perfect,” She whispered against his cheek, breathed against his lips – and they stood, lost in a moment that was entirely their own.
Fin.
Set sometime in the late 1940s.
Dedication: To Minniequill, who hates fluff. But you have to enjoy the ride sometime!
FALLEN
The Fountain of Brethren sparkled amongst the hurry of Ministry workers who were all keen to finally head home for the day.
Memos fluttered overhead, one passing so close to Minerva’s ear that she was sure it had ruffled her hair, which hung in a loose braid over her shoulder.
“Evening, Minerva!” A far younger Alastor Moody grinned at her, his face not so lined, nor scarred – his magical eye not yet in existence.
“Hello, Alastor” She smiled, quickening her pace across the Atrium to his side, “How did the rest of the day end up?”
“Ah, nothing too out of the ordinary. I’ll nab them tomorrow. Off to see Albus?” Minerva nodded, and he smiled – a smile that seemed to speak far louder than words, as a mischievous glint flickered across his face so briefly that she was sure she had imagined it, “Have a good night then”
“See you tomorrow” She smiled cheerfully, and he laughed.
“I wouldn’t be so sure” And with that, he disappeared into the throng of ministry officials – leaving Minerva with the impression that he had not been entirely honest in his welcome.
But she gave it not a moments thought after glancing at her watch, gasping at the time – and quickening her steps once more towards the golden grilles of the Ministry lifts.
She knew the path so well, to the point that she was sure she could follow it with her eyes closed, and it was only moments before she stood outside the official quarters of the Wizengamot. And it was there that she waited, a smile playing across her lips as she leant against the marbled wall – watching as people began to file out of the room, none of them seemingly surprised to see her standing there. On the contrary, many of them bowled their hats to her – and those that caught her eye smiled and wished her a pleasant evening.
She smiled politely, and continued to wait, until the very last official at left and she peered through the doorway into the magnificence room behind it.
And there, in the middle of the marble and glistening gold, stood Albus Dumbledore – his face breaking into a smile as soon as he saw her.
They had been so young then – so young, and so hopelessly in love, and Minerva had flown into his arms with youthful enthusiasm, her lips meeting his in a delicious kiss that caused his heart to soar, his toes to curl.
“Hello” She grinned against his touch, and he let out a low laugh – his fingers spread out across the small of her back, pulling him against him.
“I hope you haven’t been waiting long”
“Not at all” She shook her head, her ebony braid falling off her shoulder and cascading down her back as her eyes glittered in the fading sunlight that poured through the windows.
“I will make it up to you” Albus smiled suggestively, and she laughed against his chest, holding him against her – her fingers curling through his own.
“And how might you consider doing that?” He could feel her laughter reverberate through him, as her chest rise and fell against his heart. His heartbeat quickened, and he swallowed tightly – feeling his throat seemingly constrict around the knowledge of his actions.
It was in that moment that he pulled her away from him, and she looked at him with confused eyes.
“What is it?”
“Minerva...” He whispered, her name soft across his lips, a mantra that disappeared into the room above them – the dying sunlight causing his eyes to glow, her heart to warm.
And with that, he knelt on one knee before her – taking her slender hands into his, and kissing each of her fingers.
“Oh...” She murmured, a smile more radiant that anything else gracing her features.
“Minerva McGonagall, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”
With eyes that spoke a thousand words, he looked up at her – a man desperately in love, at a girl who could hardly find coherent thought.
Taking her hand in his once more, he unravelled her nervous fist and blew against the palm of her hand, a warm sensation filling her every being as he did so.
And as he blew, a glittering, diamond ring appeared – the white band gold catching the streaming light.
As her eyes filled with tears, and her heart raced beyond all measure – she laughed in spite of herself, and nodded, and nodded again – and then laughed again, a singsong laughed that floated through the tangible air between them.
“Yes... yes, of course” She laughed once more with sheer joy, and he stood, encircling her in his arms as he kissed her once, twice – again.
And then, with a smile that left no denying his happiness, he unravelled her fingers once more – revealing the ring that lay in her hand, slipping the band onto her finger, lifting her hand to his lips as he kissed the finger where it now sat.
“It’s perfect,” She whispered against his cheek, breathed against his lips – and they stood, lost in a moment that was entirely their own.
Fin.
