Post by kankulex on Oct 12, 2007 16:59:48 GMT -5
Well... I dare to post a story once again... I know it could use improvement in grammar etc., but well. I hope you enjoy it anyway!
Midnight strolls
It was five past ten in the evening when two small witches could be seen running through the empty corridors of Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
“Hurry up” one small witch called “it’s already after curfew and I don’t want to be caught by Filch!” The other witch nodded and they both sped up on their way to the Ravenclaw common room. They had been sitting in the library, completely lost in thought and writing their assigned potions essay, and had been quite shocked therefore to find Madame Pince suddenly ushering them out of the library. So now they were running through the corridors, intent on reaching their common room without being caught and losing house points.
When they rounded the next corner, they skidded to a halt, barely avoiding stumbling over a small figure sitting on the cold stone floor.
“Is this Mrs. Norris?” Susan whispered to her friend.
“I don’t think so” Anna answered, looking at the cat sitting stiffly on the floor and watching them.
Suddenly, the cat moved and advanced on the two girls, looking as if it were ready to jump at them – only to be stopped by an old hand.
“There you are, Tabby. I have been looking for you for quite some time!” the deep voice of Albus Dumbledore said, picking the cat up and cradling it in his arms. The cat didn’t seem to like it and produced a sound between a hiss and a meow.
“You have a cat?” Susan asked disbelievingly “Sir” she added hastily, blushing when Dumbledore looked up. Anna seemed to have recovered from the shock of the sudden appearance of their headmaster and tried to explain their presence.
“We are sorry for being out late, Professor. We forgot the time and we….”
“That’s quite alright, Ms. Keogh. I like to enjoy a quiet midnight stroll myself, at times…” Dumbledore interrupted her “But now, hurry up to your common room. We wouldn’t want to meet Mr. Filch out here now, would we?” he added, his eyes twinkling merrily.
“Of course, Professor” Susan said, moving away.
“Good night, Professor!” Anna added, before following her friend.
Dumbledore chuckled, watching the two girls break into a run. A movement in his arms made him look down. The cat sitting there was glaring at him, trying to wriggle out of his arms and jump to the floor.
“Now, now, my dear Tabby.” he soothed the cat “Isn’t this a wonderful evening for taking a stroll in our beloved school?” he asked, smiling softly at the cat, his blue eyes twinkling. He kept the cat in his arms and began to walk through the corridors.
After having reached the entrance to his office and having ascended the moving staircase, he sat behind his desk and looked down at the cat. It tried to free itself again, still glaring at him, hissing between its teeth.
But Albus – knowing the scottish temper of his wife – decided that an angry Minerva at arm length could be even more dangerous than close up. So he kept her firmly placed on his lap, looking down with twinkling blue eyes and forcing her to transform there.
After a minute of glaring from both sides – emerald green meeting twinkling blue – the cat on Albus’ lap vanished and was replaced by an angry looking, raven haired witch.
Minerva McGonagall was indeed angry when she finally transformed back into human form. Her stare was momentarily interrupted though, when she had to fight for balance – her emerald green robes complaining about the very un-lady like position of straddling Albus lap. She grabbed the first thing she could reach, grasping Albus’ beard to steady herself. After she had finally regained her balance, she turned her full attention back to her husband.
“Let me down, Albus” she hissed at her husband.
Albus didn’t move, keeping his hands on her hips, smiling softly with an extra twinkle in his eyes…
This twinkle… Minerva thought, nearly losing herself in it. She shook her head and - accepting her position on his lap for now – continued with her best deadly glare
“Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore” Minerva whispered “You know completely well that I don’t like being carried around in my animagus form like a… a –“
“… cat, dear?” Albus offered innocently, his lips twitching into a smile.
“Don’t you ‘dear’ me!” Minerva fumed, trying to stare those twinkling blue eyes down “You know exactly what I mean! Or would you like all the other students to follow your example and carry their transfiguration Professor around Hogwarts? I don’t think so! I don’t like being treated like a simple house cat! Imagine the students petting me, cradling me in their arms and… and -” Minerva paused to catch her breath, only to be stopped by Albus kissing her.
“… kissing you?” He whispered against her lips, his eyes still twinkling merrily when he pulled back.
Minerva didn’t answer. She just sat there, face flushed, hair coming out of its customary bun, hands on her hips, glaring at her husband somehow out of breath.
“I have to admit” Albus said, smiling at the beautiful sight of his wife “That it would be very improper of the students to do this. Not to forget that I would have to give Argus the permission to use some of his old disciplinary methods. You see, and old man like man can get very possessive when it comes to his beautiful, brilliant wife.” Albus added, underlining the last words with gentle kisses.
After a moment of hesitation, Minerva relaxed and smiled against Albus’ mouth. She returned the kiss and the couple stayed intertwined for long moments. Soon though, the need for oxygen surpassed the need for intimacy and they broke apart, gasping but smiling nevertheless.
Moments later, a deep rumble got Minerva’s attention and she turned her green eyes back on her husband.
Albus couldn’t suppress his laughter any longer and seeing his wife’s attention being solely focused on him, he burst out laughing.
“What.is.so.funny?” Minerva asked, some of her earlier irritation beginning to surface.
Albus recognized the signs and lifted his hands, slowly caressing his wife’s arms.
“Nothing, dear” he managed between chuckles, “it just seems that I haven’t lost my ability to….. ehm….. persuade you of the beauty of midnight strolls through the castle” he added innocently, watching his wife with caution.
Minerva didn’t react and Albus began to fear he had once again infuriated his wife. Preparing himself for a sample of her scottish temper and a night on the couch, he was quite surprised to hear Minerva begin to laugh.
“Yes indeed” Minerva said, still chuckling to herself. “You haven’t lost any of your… skills since the day I married you. But you know how tired I can get if I take too many strolls.” she added, slowly stroking his white beard. “So what do you think: Could my dear husband escort me to my bedroom?” she asked innocently.
Albus was transfixed by his wife’s words and switch in behaviour, simultaneously drowning in her eyes and falling in love with her all over again.
He smiled. “Of course, my dear, it would be a pleasure.” he said, slowly getting up from his chair and lifting her with him.
She put her arms around his neck, letting him carry her to their rooms.
Only when they were at the door to their bedroom, she asked. “Albus, dear?”
“Hmm?” he answered, already focusing on their warm bed.
“If you EVER carry me through the castle again, you’ll know where to sleep, won’t you?”
Albus froze for a moment, but recovered soon. “Yes, dear” he answered lightly, continuing their trip and closing the door behind them.
So...? *hides behind a tree* Any comments?
Midnight strolls
It was five past ten in the evening when two small witches could be seen running through the empty corridors of Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
“Hurry up” one small witch called “it’s already after curfew and I don’t want to be caught by Filch!” The other witch nodded and they both sped up on their way to the Ravenclaw common room. They had been sitting in the library, completely lost in thought and writing their assigned potions essay, and had been quite shocked therefore to find Madame Pince suddenly ushering them out of the library. So now they were running through the corridors, intent on reaching their common room without being caught and losing house points.
When they rounded the next corner, they skidded to a halt, barely avoiding stumbling over a small figure sitting on the cold stone floor.
“Is this Mrs. Norris?” Susan whispered to her friend.
“I don’t think so” Anna answered, looking at the cat sitting stiffly on the floor and watching them.
Suddenly, the cat moved and advanced on the two girls, looking as if it were ready to jump at them – only to be stopped by an old hand.
“There you are, Tabby. I have been looking for you for quite some time!” the deep voice of Albus Dumbledore said, picking the cat up and cradling it in his arms. The cat didn’t seem to like it and produced a sound between a hiss and a meow.
“You have a cat?” Susan asked disbelievingly “Sir” she added hastily, blushing when Dumbledore looked up. Anna seemed to have recovered from the shock of the sudden appearance of their headmaster and tried to explain their presence.
“We are sorry for being out late, Professor. We forgot the time and we….”
“That’s quite alright, Ms. Keogh. I like to enjoy a quiet midnight stroll myself, at times…” Dumbledore interrupted her “But now, hurry up to your common room. We wouldn’t want to meet Mr. Filch out here now, would we?” he added, his eyes twinkling merrily.
“Of course, Professor” Susan said, moving away.
“Good night, Professor!” Anna added, before following her friend.
Dumbledore chuckled, watching the two girls break into a run. A movement in his arms made him look down. The cat sitting there was glaring at him, trying to wriggle out of his arms and jump to the floor.
“Now, now, my dear Tabby.” he soothed the cat “Isn’t this a wonderful evening for taking a stroll in our beloved school?” he asked, smiling softly at the cat, his blue eyes twinkling. He kept the cat in his arms and began to walk through the corridors.
After having reached the entrance to his office and having ascended the moving staircase, he sat behind his desk and looked down at the cat. It tried to free itself again, still glaring at him, hissing between its teeth.
But Albus – knowing the scottish temper of his wife – decided that an angry Minerva at arm length could be even more dangerous than close up. So he kept her firmly placed on his lap, looking down with twinkling blue eyes and forcing her to transform there.
After a minute of glaring from both sides – emerald green meeting twinkling blue – the cat on Albus’ lap vanished and was replaced by an angry looking, raven haired witch.
Minerva McGonagall was indeed angry when she finally transformed back into human form. Her stare was momentarily interrupted though, when she had to fight for balance – her emerald green robes complaining about the very un-lady like position of straddling Albus lap. She grabbed the first thing she could reach, grasping Albus’ beard to steady herself. After she had finally regained her balance, she turned her full attention back to her husband.
“Let me down, Albus” she hissed at her husband.
Albus didn’t move, keeping his hands on her hips, smiling softly with an extra twinkle in his eyes…
This twinkle… Minerva thought, nearly losing herself in it. She shook her head and - accepting her position on his lap for now – continued with her best deadly glare
“Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore” Minerva whispered “You know completely well that I don’t like being carried around in my animagus form like a… a –“
“… cat, dear?” Albus offered innocently, his lips twitching into a smile.
“Don’t you ‘dear’ me!” Minerva fumed, trying to stare those twinkling blue eyes down “You know exactly what I mean! Or would you like all the other students to follow your example and carry their transfiguration Professor around Hogwarts? I don’t think so! I don’t like being treated like a simple house cat! Imagine the students petting me, cradling me in their arms and… and -” Minerva paused to catch her breath, only to be stopped by Albus kissing her.
“… kissing you?” He whispered against her lips, his eyes still twinkling merrily when he pulled back.
Minerva didn’t answer. She just sat there, face flushed, hair coming out of its customary bun, hands on her hips, glaring at her husband somehow out of breath.
“I have to admit” Albus said, smiling at the beautiful sight of his wife “That it would be very improper of the students to do this. Not to forget that I would have to give Argus the permission to use some of his old disciplinary methods. You see, and old man like man can get very possessive when it comes to his beautiful, brilliant wife.” Albus added, underlining the last words with gentle kisses.
After a moment of hesitation, Minerva relaxed and smiled against Albus’ mouth. She returned the kiss and the couple stayed intertwined for long moments. Soon though, the need for oxygen surpassed the need for intimacy and they broke apart, gasping but smiling nevertheless.
Moments later, a deep rumble got Minerva’s attention and she turned her green eyes back on her husband.
Albus couldn’t suppress his laughter any longer and seeing his wife’s attention being solely focused on him, he burst out laughing.
“What.is.so.funny?” Minerva asked, some of her earlier irritation beginning to surface.
Albus recognized the signs and lifted his hands, slowly caressing his wife’s arms.
“Nothing, dear” he managed between chuckles, “it just seems that I haven’t lost my ability to….. ehm….. persuade you of the beauty of midnight strolls through the castle” he added innocently, watching his wife with caution.
Minerva didn’t react and Albus began to fear he had once again infuriated his wife. Preparing himself for a sample of her scottish temper and a night on the couch, he was quite surprised to hear Minerva begin to laugh.
“Yes indeed” Minerva said, still chuckling to herself. “You haven’t lost any of your… skills since the day I married you. But you know how tired I can get if I take too many strolls.” she added, slowly stroking his white beard. “So what do you think: Could my dear husband escort me to my bedroom?” she asked innocently.
Albus was transfixed by his wife’s words and switch in behaviour, simultaneously drowning in her eyes and falling in love with her all over again.
He smiled. “Of course, my dear, it would be a pleasure.” he said, slowly getting up from his chair and lifting her with him.
She put her arms around his neck, letting him carry her to their rooms.
Only when they were at the door to their bedroom, she asked. “Albus, dear?”
“Hmm?” he answered, already focusing on their warm bed.
“If you EVER carry me through the castle again, you’ll know where to sleep, won’t you?”
Albus froze for a moment, but recovered soon. “Yes, dear” he answered lightly, continuing their trip and closing the door behind them.
So...? *hides behind a tree* Any comments?
*goes and drags kankulex out from behind her tree* Excellent oneshot. I'd love to see more! 
