Post by stefdarlin on Dec 25, 2007 21:17:11 GMT -5
Title: [glow=Blue,2,300]Ice~~ Baby It’s Cold Outside[/glow]
Summary: Albus has very special plans for Minerva this Christmas.
Disclaimer: Don’t own it, never did…the characters and the song belong to JKR and Frank Loesser respectively. This is my first songfic, an answer to a challenge by Hogwarts Duo. The song appears in green. Hope you all enjoy this bit of Christmas fluff.
Rating: 13 plus.
“Brrrrr…It is a cold one out there folks, and just in case you’re wondering; our resident witch weatherologist, Aunt Muriel, has informed us here there is a large blizzard and ice storm on the way. So I suggest you get where you’re going before the one o’clock in the am hour,” the announcer’s voice trilled brightly from the wizard wireless in Albus’ rooms.
Albus stood in front of his mirror and turned this way and that. He was checking his robes for about the eleventh time. The ice blue velveteen and silver trim made the blue of his eyes look even deeper. As he looked in the mirror they sparkled with pent up tension. He felt like he was the most nervous man in the entire wizard world; in the entire world for that matter. He had laid all his plans very carefully; very carefully. Oh yes, he had very secret, well laid plans for Minerva, and, his eyes twinkled, she had no idea.
He chuckled to himself as he thought of how she would react to the first stage of his plan, “irritation.” But he couldn’t have her ruining all his plans for the evening before they ever came to fruition. Aunt Muriel had informed him just last week, when he inquired of her art of weather divination, that there would be a terrible ice storm on Christmas Eve and it would have everyone rather snowed in for three days hence at least.
During all the years he had known her, Minerva always traveled to her family home on Christmas Eve. They had been courting now for a while and just last year she had invited him to join the McGonagall festivities. It seemed all Minerva’s nieces and nephews were gathered at the McGonagall Estate and put to bed to wait for Father Christmas while the adults indulged in Christmas crackers and spiked apple cider or hot cocoa each Christmas Eve. This was their tradition and Albus had found he enjoyed it immensely.
Last year Albus had had one spiked hot cocoa too many and had bonded, somewhat, with Meryc McGonagall, Minerva’s father. This, in and of itself, had proven very beneficial to his present plans. Because, while Minerva’s family knew they would not be in attendance tonight, she did not. But no one knew the true reason why except one wizard. Albus winked at himself, “And that would be yours truly,” his image in the mirror winked back as he spoke the last line aloud.
Glancing at the clock on the wall, Albus quickly moved to his wizard wireless and sighed. He hated to do this but it was part of his plan and needed. He had to do it manually just in case Minerva had any suspicion that magic was involved. In one fluid movement he picked up the wireless, held it high over his head and dropped it on the table where it broke into a dozen pieces. Then, humming a Christmas carol to himself, he moved back to the reflection of his mirror as if he did such an action every day.
“Hmmm,” he spoke aloud again and looked over at the clock again, frowned, then muttered under his breath, “three…two…one…”
“Albus? Albus!” Minerva called to him as she entered his rooms. Her face was red and he could see anger in her features. Her lips were in a tight little line and her cheeks had a flush. He sighed. She was always so beautiful to him when she was in a temper. It must be because I love her spirit so, he thought.
“Yes, my dear Minerva,” he inquired, raising his brows and his eyes softened. She took his breath away. She moved into the room, her dark ebony locks swept into a soft French twist midway up her head which was twined with glittering stones and bedazzled hair clips. Her slender form was enrobed in soft velvet dress robes of silver with white trim which clung to her body and revealed her curves. The white trim had a tiny filigree jacquard pattern woven into it and the long sleeves tapered at her elegant wrists in a v. This complimented the generous v at her neck accentuating her supple bosom and the creamy skin of her neck. The winter color of her robes made her dark emerald eyes more prominent and her rosy lips more delicate. With her porcelain skin, she made him think of a snow princess.
He cleared his throat, “What is wrong my dear?”
He followed her gaze to his wizard wireless. She sucked in her breath and let out a hiss. “I see that Peeves has been here too,” she told him with a note of irritation in her voice, her Scottish brogue prominent with her anger.
His brows rose in surprise as he looked at the mangled radio. “Oh dear! Were you wanting to borrow it my dear? What is wrong with yours?” He asked the last question with a small smile she didn’t catch because she lifted the instrument to study it. Minerva turned a knob and the radio gave a sickening warble then seemed to die.
“Well, I wanted to see what the weather would be like this evening.” She put down the radio distractedly and went to the window and stared out at the white landscape on the grounds below. Snow fell gently and quietly to the ground and settled there covering the courtyard in a pristine white blanket. “It’s been snowing all day and if there’s a storm coming I wanted to leave the ball early,” she turned and looked at him, her eyes finally resting on him and taking in his appearance. Her pupils dilated with desire as her gaze floated down his length.
Albus caught her look of desire and immediately felt a pull in his groin. His breath caught in his chest and he growled, “If you keep looking at me like that neither one of us will be going anywhere,” he moved closer to her.
He took her in his strong, comforting embrace and their lips met. She smelled of lavender and tasted of ginger as she opened her lips more fully when he nibbled her bottom lip. Her arms slipped around his neck, her fingers threaded in his hair and he heard her moan in her throat. As he leaned into her softness he knew she could feel his desire growing and she answered by rubbing her body more intimately against his.
Their tongues twirled and she sucked lightly on his then broke the kiss to travel and nuzzle his neck while they recaptured their breath. “I wish you would reconsider coming with me,” she murmured near his ear.
I really can't stay - Baby it's cold outside
I've got to go away - Baby it's cold outside
This evening has been - Been hoping that you'd drop in
“I know my darling, but I have that conference and it has been planned so very long. At least we will be together into the small hours of Christmas Day. Unless you have changed your mind about going to the exhibit with me,” he leaned back and searched her eyes in what he hoped was a worried look.
She stepped back to look up at him, “Oh no! It sounds delightful.” She frowned in thought, “Nine degrees you say?”
He chuckled, “Yes my dear. They have to keep it cold, otherwise it will melt.”
“What will melt?”
“Why, the Ice my dear,” his brows rose as he explained.
“Ice,” she intoned with finality.
“Yes, ice. You will see soon enough my dear,” he told her and placed his hand on her shoulder to guide her to the door. “Now, my dear, it is getting late and we need to make our appearance at the ball,” his eyes twinkled madly as he completely distracted her from the wizard wireless and any thought of finding out the weather.
“Yes, you are right,” Minerva noted the time and began to move ahead of him.
“Do you mind if I escort the most beautiful witch in the castle,” he asked from behind her. She turned with a warm smile, just for him.
“Of course, only if I can escort the most handsome wizard,” she told him and laughed when he looked around. “You silly man, of course I mean you!”
He looked back at her and wiggled his eyebrows then leaned in to kiss her and stopped her laughter by stealing her breath. As they broke off the kiss a knowing look passed between them. Past them, snow glistened as it fell heavily outside the window; white and fluffy and ice cold. Arm in arm they made their way to the Great Hall and the Christmas Eve Ball at Hogwarts; Minerva oblivious to Peeves as he hovered and snickered behind them when Albus winked at the poltergeist over her shoulder.
The night was wondrous. As the couple entered the Great Hall they gasped at the Christmas decorations created by Hogwart’s own Charms Professor. Over a dozen large Christmas trees hung suspended in the air decorated in the old world style. Each tree was covered in red bows, bundles of cinnamon sticks and apples. Candles were nestled and glowing on each bough. The trees were also strung with garlands of popcorn and cranberries which filled the hall with a wonderful warm scent. Upon all the trees the limbs had snow globes hanging with scenes from Christmases past that moved and drew attention to each one. All the admirers moved closer wanting to learn more.
The candles on the trees cast a warm glowing light on the hall below where round tables were distributed to create a dance floor and provide seating. Every table had a centerpiece which consisted of a wreath with the same decorations as the trees and a graduating trio of thick, glowing ivory candles in the center.
From their place at the head table Albus’ eyes glowed as he took in the décor. It reminded him of his childhood. He smiled warmly at Minerva who smiled endearingly up at him as he took her hand and patted it. Their glance held their love for each other which grew with each passing hour.
Albus cleared his throat, let go of her hand and spread his arms wide to the large group of faculty and students gathered around the room. “Everyone, please join us as we celebrate traditions past and present. Please dance, eat and enjoy yourselves this Christmas Eve and have a Happy Christmas!”
The ball continued into the night as Albus swung Minerva from one dance to another. Soon, not only was she breathless and had not thought of leaving him again, it was time for them to make their way to his office and portkey to his hotel and the exhibit they were to attend.
After arriving at the hotel, Albus checked in and made a few arrangements with the concierge while Minerva waited. When they approached the exhibit they were presented with bright blue metallic parkas. Minerva eyed the parka questioningly. A fair haired gentleman explained they needed to put on the garments to guard against the frigid temperatures inside. Albus put on his coat and helped Minerva into hers.
“Thank you Albus,” she gifted him with her bright smile as they made their way through the plastic slats.
As they entered the exhibit Albus heard Minerva suck in her breath. He also felt her shiver next to him slightly as the temperature took a dramatic plunge to nine degrees from the warmth of the hotel on the other side. Their eyes traveled over the scene before them. The interior of the hotel was a mock scene of a winter Ice land with a night sky. A full moon hung large and low over the white landscape below. A giant castle loomed before them as well as a home scene with a Christmas tree and fire place complete with stockings hung.
There were scenes of a train, an igloo and a nativity, complete with a giant angel, her wings spread in an expansive wingspan. Also, scattered around were sculptures of various life size animals. But the most intriguing part was they were all made of ice; brilliantly carved, colored and lit ice.
Albus and Minerva walked through each scene and passed each sculpture hand in hand. Both speechless at first but then Albus seemed to find his voice. “Do you like it my dear?”
“Albus…,” Minerva broke off as she looked at him, her breath hitching in her throat. “It’s…it’s so beautiful.”
He squeezed her hand and his eyes glittered as he spotted a gigantic ice slide and an archway beyond. He pulled her toward the slide and felt some resistance. Turning, he eyed Minerva who looked up at the slide with trepidation and shook her head.
“Oh, come on? Where’s your sense of adventure?”
“I left it at the school. Besides, it is really getting late and I need to go…,” she began.
“Minerva, please? Just once…for me? I will keep you safe,” he pleaded and noticed her look of resignation as she gave in.
Gleefully he dragged her to the top. She shuddered as she looked down. “I can’t believe muggles actually did all this without magic or some wizards help,” she told him taking in the view from the top of the slide.
“I know, pretty ingenious, these muggles. Now you sit down and I’ll get behind you.” She looked at him wearily but sat down anyway.
Sitting behind her he snuggled her and held her tight as they began the long descent to the bottom. It was over too quickly for his taste but Minerva seemed pleased to have it done with. After the slide he pulled her along to the archway which was a gathering of trees, painted white and covered in fairy lights with an ice floor. He glanced around in delight and held Minerva’s hand, just enjoying the moment.
Minerva seemed taken with the scene as well. But after they lingered there a while she began to protest. “Albus, I really need to go. My mother and father…,” he interrupted her.
“Alright, my love, just a small nightcap before you go then?”
She looked up at his endearing face and gave in again. “Oh alright.”
They made their way to his suite. As they entered, Albus used a bit of wandless magic to start a fire in the fireplace. The room was elegant. The paneling along the walls a dark oak with a few simple and tasteful pieces of art placed around. There was a sitting room with a large dark brown leather sofa and matching chair which faced the hearth. A desk was in the corner near a large sliding door with filmy, sheer curtains drawn against the night. Beyond the sitting room was a door leading to a bedroom with a large four poster antiqued mahogany bed. The bedding was in rich gold hues and seemed to cast a golden glow on the cream carpeting.
Once inside, Albus took Minerva’s hat and cloak to reveal her dress robes from earlier. His eyes traveled and left a hot path as he drank in the sight of her. He chuckled when he saw her blush when she noticed his gaze. He took her hands in his, “My dear! Your hands are like ice! Here, come over by the fire and get warm.” He pulled her gently and led her across the room.
The moment they reached the fire place, there was a knock at the door. “Now who could that be,” Minerva asked incredulously. Albus’ eyes shown as he winked at her and went to the door.
Albus returned with a waiter, pushing a trolley, in tow. “Hot toddy my dear? That should warm you up.”
“Oh yes Albus, thank you.”
Albus thanked the waiter, tipped him and let him out. He then moved to the trolley, poured Minerva a drink and quietly slipped something into it. He turned to her, eyes sparkling with mischief, and his hand trembled slightly when he handed her the drink.
“Now, just sip it my darling, don’t want to burn that beautiful tongue of yours,” he told her with a serious look.
She smiled at him and took the cup from him. Her eyes met his in gratitude. “Albus this is lovely. Just this one drink, then I really do need to go.” Her eyes fell on a radio sitting on the mantle.
His gaze followed hers and he asked, “Would you like some music?” Turning, he switched it on.
Minerva took a sip of her drink and heard a clink. “Albus? I think something is in my drink,” she frowned intently into the mug.
So very nice - I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice
My mother will start to worry - Beautiful, what's your hurry
My father will be pacing the floor - Listen to the fireplace roar
So really I'd better scurry - Beautiful, please don't hurry
well Maybe just a half a drink more - Put some music on while I pour
The neighbors might think - Baby, it's bad out there
Say, what's in this drink - No cabs to be had out there
I wish I knew how - Your eyes are like starlight now
To break this spell - I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell
At that moment Albus switched on the radio. “Weeelllll…It’s one am on Christmas Day and I really hope all you boys and girls got where you were going for the next few days! Brrrrrrr…because it is definitely a White Christmas. The entire city and countryside is covered in a thick layer of Ice and the snow continues to fall. This blizzard isn’t going to let up anytime soon and authorities say it is best to stay inside and cuddle up. It’s gonna be several days before we’ll be able to dig out once it stops so just curl up by the fire, sip your hot beverage and cuddle with the one you love. Here’s some slow Christmas music to snuggle up to,” the announcer finished and the strains of Silent Night began.
Hearing the announcer, Minerva looked up, set down her drink and moved determinedly to the sliding door. Once there her face showed astonishment as she tossed the curtains aside to reveal a wall of white. The snow was so thick you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. She shuddered; she could only imagine how cold it was out there. Worriedly she looked to Albus. “Albus…Albus, I need to go. Quickly before it gets too bad.” She moved to his side and gazed up at him while ringing her hands.
I ought to say no, no, no, sir - Mind if I move a little closer
At least I'm gonna say that I tried - What's the sense in hurting my pride
I really can't stay - Baby don't hold out
Ahh, but it's cold outside
C'mon baby
I simply must go - Baby, it's cold outside
The answer is no - Ooh baby, it's cold outside
“My dear, you heard what the announcer said. It is impossible now. Apparating would be a bad idea in this storm and I’m afraid this, being a muggle hotel, you won’t be able to floo through or floo call. I am sorry, my dearest, I had no idea it was this bad,” he looked at her attempting his most sorrowful look. She looked at him and immediately looked sad.
“Albus, you know I love you and I do want to be with you, but it’s tradition. Besides, what will my parents think? They know I am with you; and all the presents for my nieces and nephews? Oh! And what will Aunt Muriel think? Or the staff at the school,” she went on in a rant.
He moved to her and kissed her gently. His lips lingered over hers a moment as he enjoyed the feel of her in his arms. Their bodies generated heat between them and he moved away a little to ease her fears. “I’m sure she will be fine my love. Do not fret so. Finish your drink and we will think on this. I’m sure we can think of a solution.”
This welcome has been - I'm lucky that you dropped in
So nice and warm -- Look out the window at that storm
My sister will be suspicious - Man, your lips look so delicious
My brother will be there at the door - Waves upon a tropical shore
My maiden aunt's mind is vicious - Gosh your lips look delicious
Well maybe just a half a drink more - Never such a blizzard before
I've got to go home - Oh, baby, you'll freeze out there
Say, lend me your comb - It's up to your knees out there
You've really been grand - Your eyes are like starlight now
But don't you see - How can you do this thing to me
There's bound to be talk tomorrow - Making my life long sorrow
At least there will be plenty implied - If you caught pneumonia and died
Minerva sighed. “Alright,” tentatively she moved to the side table and picked up her drink once more. As she tipped it to her lips she heard the clink once more. As she drank the last of her hot toddy she felt something hard hit her lip. Bringing the cup away Minerva saw a circular object at the bottom of the mug.
Albus stood by the fire and watched her. She frowned into the cup then retrieved an item from inside it. He heard her breath escape in a hiss. In her hand was a beautiful ring. It was a one carat, radiant cut diamond in a white gold setting. The diamond was flanked by two slightly smaller, exquisitely cut emeralds turned to reflect their diamond shape. The three stones glittered up at her as her breath caught in her chest. Tears gathered in her eyes as she raised her head to gaze at him. “Albus…,” she broke off as her breath hitched and she looked at him questioningly.
I really can't stay - Get over that old out
Ahh, but it's cold outside
Baby it's cold outside
Brr its cold….
It's cold out there
Cant you stay awhile longer baby
Well…..I really shouldn't...alright
Make it worth your while baby
Ahh, do that again….
“My dear,” he began and quietly moved to her. He tipped her head up higher with one finger and tears slipped from her eyes. Gently he used his thumbs to wipe them away in a loving gesture. He pulled her into his embrace and looked longingly at her mouth. When he lowered his lips to hers they caressed her tenderly. He nibbled her lower lip and begged entrance. She slowly opened her mouth and he sought her tongue with his own. Slowly, his tongue circled hers and she moaned into his mouth. With the ring safely around her thumb her hands gripped his robes and pulled him closer. Her lavender scent filled his senses as his mouth plundered hers and his arms held her up when her knees buckled. He then lifted her in his arms and laid her gently on the sofa.
She felt his arms wave in a bout of wandless magic and the room around them changed its appearance. Suddenly it looked like it was entirely chiseled from ice except the cushions beneath them. Snowflakes fell from the ceiling, cascading down to land lightly upon them both. But when any snowflake touched them it gave off a sparkling blue glow and a warmth as it disappeared.
He eased down beside her, gathered her in his arms and looked at her intently. “I thought, my dear, we might start some new traditions of our own. That is…if you’ll have me?”
She smiled through her tears as understanding dawned on her, hugged him tightly and told him breathlessly, “Oh Albus! Yes! You know, it is cold outside. But it is so wonderfully warm in here.” And with that they snuggled closer as, with slightly shaking fingers, he slipped the ring onto her finger.
The End
A/N: The exhibit I refer to is the Ice exhibit they have at the Gaylord Palms Hotel here in sunny Florida. Yes, it is nine degrees in there. You can see a neat video of it by clicking on this link: Ice
No the video isn't mine, but I found it on You Tube.
Merry Christmas Everyone!!
Summary: Albus has very special plans for Minerva this Christmas.
Disclaimer: Don’t own it, never did…the characters and the song belong to JKR and Frank Loesser respectively. This is my first songfic, an answer to a challenge by Hogwarts Duo. The song appears in green. Hope you all enjoy this bit of Christmas fluff.
Rating: 13 plus.
“Brrrrr…It is a cold one out there folks, and just in case you’re wondering; our resident witch weatherologist, Aunt Muriel, has informed us here there is a large blizzard and ice storm on the way. So I suggest you get where you’re going before the one o’clock in the am hour,” the announcer’s voice trilled brightly from the wizard wireless in Albus’ rooms.
Albus stood in front of his mirror and turned this way and that. He was checking his robes for about the eleventh time. The ice blue velveteen and silver trim made the blue of his eyes look even deeper. As he looked in the mirror they sparkled with pent up tension. He felt like he was the most nervous man in the entire wizard world; in the entire world for that matter. He had laid all his plans very carefully; very carefully. Oh yes, he had very secret, well laid plans for Minerva, and, his eyes twinkled, she had no idea.
He chuckled to himself as he thought of how she would react to the first stage of his plan, “irritation.” But he couldn’t have her ruining all his plans for the evening before they ever came to fruition. Aunt Muriel had informed him just last week, when he inquired of her art of weather divination, that there would be a terrible ice storm on Christmas Eve and it would have everyone rather snowed in for three days hence at least.
During all the years he had known her, Minerva always traveled to her family home on Christmas Eve. They had been courting now for a while and just last year she had invited him to join the McGonagall festivities. It seemed all Minerva’s nieces and nephews were gathered at the McGonagall Estate and put to bed to wait for Father Christmas while the adults indulged in Christmas crackers and spiked apple cider or hot cocoa each Christmas Eve. This was their tradition and Albus had found he enjoyed it immensely.
Last year Albus had had one spiked hot cocoa too many and had bonded, somewhat, with Meryc McGonagall, Minerva’s father. This, in and of itself, had proven very beneficial to his present plans. Because, while Minerva’s family knew they would not be in attendance tonight, she did not. But no one knew the true reason why except one wizard. Albus winked at himself, “And that would be yours truly,” his image in the mirror winked back as he spoke the last line aloud.
Glancing at the clock on the wall, Albus quickly moved to his wizard wireless and sighed. He hated to do this but it was part of his plan and needed. He had to do it manually just in case Minerva had any suspicion that magic was involved. In one fluid movement he picked up the wireless, held it high over his head and dropped it on the table where it broke into a dozen pieces. Then, humming a Christmas carol to himself, he moved back to the reflection of his mirror as if he did such an action every day.
“Hmmm,” he spoke aloud again and looked over at the clock again, frowned, then muttered under his breath, “three…two…one…”
“Albus? Albus!” Minerva called to him as she entered his rooms. Her face was red and he could see anger in her features. Her lips were in a tight little line and her cheeks had a flush. He sighed. She was always so beautiful to him when she was in a temper. It must be because I love her spirit so, he thought.
“Yes, my dear Minerva,” he inquired, raising his brows and his eyes softened. She took his breath away. She moved into the room, her dark ebony locks swept into a soft French twist midway up her head which was twined with glittering stones and bedazzled hair clips. Her slender form was enrobed in soft velvet dress robes of silver with white trim which clung to her body and revealed her curves. The white trim had a tiny filigree jacquard pattern woven into it and the long sleeves tapered at her elegant wrists in a v. This complimented the generous v at her neck accentuating her supple bosom and the creamy skin of her neck. The winter color of her robes made her dark emerald eyes more prominent and her rosy lips more delicate. With her porcelain skin, she made him think of a snow princess.
He cleared his throat, “What is wrong my dear?”
He followed her gaze to his wizard wireless. She sucked in her breath and let out a hiss. “I see that Peeves has been here too,” she told him with a note of irritation in her voice, her Scottish brogue prominent with her anger.
His brows rose in surprise as he looked at the mangled radio. “Oh dear! Were you wanting to borrow it my dear? What is wrong with yours?” He asked the last question with a small smile she didn’t catch because she lifted the instrument to study it. Minerva turned a knob and the radio gave a sickening warble then seemed to die.
“Well, I wanted to see what the weather would be like this evening.” She put down the radio distractedly and went to the window and stared out at the white landscape on the grounds below. Snow fell gently and quietly to the ground and settled there covering the courtyard in a pristine white blanket. “It’s been snowing all day and if there’s a storm coming I wanted to leave the ball early,” she turned and looked at him, her eyes finally resting on him and taking in his appearance. Her pupils dilated with desire as her gaze floated down his length.
Albus caught her look of desire and immediately felt a pull in his groin. His breath caught in his chest and he growled, “If you keep looking at me like that neither one of us will be going anywhere,” he moved closer to her.
He took her in his strong, comforting embrace and their lips met. She smelled of lavender and tasted of ginger as she opened her lips more fully when he nibbled her bottom lip. Her arms slipped around his neck, her fingers threaded in his hair and he heard her moan in her throat. As he leaned into her softness he knew she could feel his desire growing and she answered by rubbing her body more intimately against his.
Their tongues twirled and she sucked lightly on his then broke the kiss to travel and nuzzle his neck while they recaptured their breath. “I wish you would reconsider coming with me,” she murmured near his ear.
I really can't stay - Baby it's cold outside
I've got to go away - Baby it's cold outside
This evening has been - Been hoping that you'd drop in
“I know my darling, but I have that conference and it has been planned so very long. At least we will be together into the small hours of Christmas Day. Unless you have changed your mind about going to the exhibit with me,” he leaned back and searched her eyes in what he hoped was a worried look.
She stepped back to look up at him, “Oh no! It sounds delightful.” She frowned in thought, “Nine degrees you say?”
He chuckled, “Yes my dear. They have to keep it cold, otherwise it will melt.”
“What will melt?”
“Why, the Ice my dear,” his brows rose as he explained.
“Ice,” she intoned with finality.
“Yes, ice. You will see soon enough my dear,” he told her and placed his hand on her shoulder to guide her to the door. “Now, my dear, it is getting late and we need to make our appearance at the ball,” his eyes twinkled madly as he completely distracted her from the wizard wireless and any thought of finding out the weather.
“Yes, you are right,” Minerva noted the time and began to move ahead of him.
“Do you mind if I escort the most beautiful witch in the castle,” he asked from behind her. She turned with a warm smile, just for him.
“Of course, only if I can escort the most handsome wizard,” she told him and laughed when he looked around. “You silly man, of course I mean you!”
He looked back at her and wiggled his eyebrows then leaned in to kiss her and stopped her laughter by stealing her breath. As they broke off the kiss a knowing look passed between them. Past them, snow glistened as it fell heavily outside the window; white and fluffy and ice cold. Arm in arm they made their way to the Great Hall and the Christmas Eve Ball at Hogwarts; Minerva oblivious to Peeves as he hovered and snickered behind them when Albus winked at the poltergeist over her shoulder.
The night was wondrous. As the couple entered the Great Hall they gasped at the Christmas decorations created by Hogwart’s own Charms Professor. Over a dozen large Christmas trees hung suspended in the air decorated in the old world style. Each tree was covered in red bows, bundles of cinnamon sticks and apples. Candles were nestled and glowing on each bough. The trees were also strung with garlands of popcorn and cranberries which filled the hall with a wonderful warm scent. Upon all the trees the limbs had snow globes hanging with scenes from Christmases past that moved and drew attention to each one. All the admirers moved closer wanting to learn more.
The candles on the trees cast a warm glowing light on the hall below where round tables were distributed to create a dance floor and provide seating. Every table had a centerpiece which consisted of a wreath with the same decorations as the trees and a graduating trio of thick, glowing ivory candles in the center.
From their place at the head table Albus’ eyes glowed as he took in the décor. It reminded him of his childhood. He smiled warmly at Minerva who smiled endearingly up at him as he took her hand and patted it. Their glance held their love for each other which grew with each passing hour.
Albus cleared his throat, let go of her hand and spread his arms wide to the large group of faculty and students gathered around the room. “Everyone, please join us as we celebrate traditions past and present. Please dance, eat and enjoy yourselves this Christmas Eve and have a Happy Christmas!”
The ball continued into the night as Albus swung Minerva from one dance to another. Soon, not only was she breathless and had not thought of leaving him again, it was time for them to make their way to his office and portkey to his hotel and the exhibit they were to attend.
After arriving at the hotel, Albus checked in and made a few arrangements with the concierge while Minerva waited. When they approached the exhibit they were presented with bright blue metallic parkas. Minerva eyed the parka questioningly. A fair haired gentleman explained they needed to put on the garments to guard against the frigid temperatures inside. Albus put on his coat and helped Minerva into hers.
“Thank you Albus,” she gifted him with her bright smile as they made their way through the plastic slats.
As they entered the exhibit Albus heard Minerva suck in her breath. He also felt her shiver next to him slightly as the temperature took a dramatic plunge to nine degrees from the warmth of the hotel on the other side. Their eyes traveled over the scene before them. The interior of the hotel was a mock scene of a winter Ice land with a night sky. A full moon hung large and low over the white landscape below. A giant castle loomed before them as well as a home scene with a Christmas tree and fire place complete with stockings hung.
There were scenes of a train, an igloo and a nativity, complete with a giant angel, her wings spread in an expansive wingspan. Also, scattered around were sculptures of various life size animals. But the most intriguing part was they were all made of ice; brilliantly carved, colored and lit ice.
Albus and Minerva walked through each scene and passed each sculpture hand in hand. Both speechless at first but then Albus seemed to find his voice. “Do you like it my dear?”
“Albus…,” Minerva broke off as she looked at him, her breath hitching in her throat. “It’s…it’s so beautiful.”
He squeezed her hand and his eyes glittered as he spotted a gigantic ice slide and an archway beyond. He pulled her toward the slide and felt some resistance. Turning, he eyed Minerva who looked up at the slide with trepidation and shook her head.
“Oh, come on? Where’s your sense of adventure?”
“I left it at the school. Besides, it is really getting late and I need to go…,” she began.
“Minerva, please? Just once…for me? I will keep you safe,” he pleaded and noticed her look of resignation as she gave in.
Gleefully he dragged her to the top. She shuddered as she looked down. “I can’t believe muggles actually did all this without magic or some wizards help,” she told him taking in the view from the top of the slide.
“I know, pretty ingenious, these muggles. Now you sit down and I’ll get behind you.” She looked at him wearily but sat down anyway.
Sitting behind her he snuggled her and held her tight as they began the long descent to the bottom. It was over too quickly for his taste but Minerva seemed pleased to have it done with. After the slide he pulled her along to the archway which was a gathering of trees, painted white and covered in fairy lights with an ice floor. He glanced around in delight and held Minerva’s hand, just enjoying the moment.
Minerva seemed taken with the scene as well. But after they lingered there a while she began to protest. “Albus, I really need to go. My mother and father…,” he interrupted her.
“Alright, my love, just a small nightcap before you go then?”
She looked up at his endearing face and gave in again. “Oh alright.”
They made their way to his suite. As they entered, Albus used a bit of wandless magic to start a fire in the fireplace. The room was elegant. The paneling along the walls a dark oak with a few simple and tasteful pieces of art placed around. There was a sitting room with a large dark brown leather sofa and matching chair which faced the hearth. A desk was in the corner near a large sliding door with filmy, sheer curtains drawn against the night. Beyond the sitting room was a door leading to a bedroom with a large four poster antiqued mahogany bed. The bedding was in rich gold hues and seemed to cast a golden glow on the cream carpeting.
Once inside, Albus took Minerva’s hat and cloak to reveal her dress robes from earlier. His eyes traveled and left a hot path as he drank in the sight of her. He chuckled when he saw her blush when she noticed his gaze. He took her hands in his, “My dear! Your hands are like ice! Here, come over by the fire and get warm.” He pulled her gently and led her across the room.
The moment they reached the fire place, there was a knock at the door. “Now who could that be,” Minerva asked incredulously. Albus’ eyes shown as he winked at her and went to the door.
Albus returned with a waiter, pushing a trolley, in tow. “Hot toddy my dear? That should warm you up.”
“Oh yes Albus, thank you.”
Albus thanked the waiter, tipped him and let him out. He then moved to the trolley, poured Minerva a drink and quietly slipped something into it. He turned to her, eyes sparkling with mischief, and his hand trembled slightly when he handed her the drink.
“Now, just sip it my darling, don’t want to burn that beautiful tongue of yours,” he told her with a serious look.
She smiled at him and took the cup from him. Her eyes met his in gratitude. “Albus this is lovely. Just this one drink, then I really do need to go.” Her eyes fell on a radio sitting on the mantle.
His gaze followed hers and he asked, “Would you like some music?” Turning, he switched it on.
Minerva took a sip of her drink and heard a clink. “Albus? I think something is in my drink,” she frowned intently into the mug.
So very nice - I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice
My mother will start to worry - Beautiful, what's your hurry
My father will be pacing the floor - Listen to the fireplace roar
So really I'd better scurry - Beautiful, please don't hurry
well Maybe just a half a drink more - Put some music on while I pour
The neighbors might think - Baby, it's bad out there
Say, what's in this drink - No cabs to be had out there
I wish I knew how - Your eyes are like starlight now
To break this spell - I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell
At that moment Albus switched on the radio. “Weeelllll…It’s one am on Christmas Day and I really hope all you boys and girls got where you were going for the next few days! Brrrrrrr…because it is definitely a White Christmas. The entire city and countryside is covered in a thick layer of Ice and the snow continues to fall. This blizzard isn’t going to let up anytime soon and authorities say it is best to stay inside and cuddle up. It’s gonna be several days before we’ll be able to dig out once it stops so just curl up by the fire, sip your hot beverage and cuddle with the one you love. Here’s some slow Christmas music to snuggle up to,” the announcer finished and the strains of Silent Night began.
Hearing the announcer, Minerva looked up, set down her drink and moved determinedly to the sliding door. Once there her face showed astonishment as she tossed the curtains aside to reveal a wall of white. The snow was so thick you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. She shuddered; she could only imagine how cold it was out there. Worriedly she looked to Albus. “Albus…Albus, I need to go. Quickly before it gets too bad.” She moved to his side and gazed up at him while ringing her hands.
I ought to say no, no, no, sir - Mind if I move a little closer
At least I'm gonna say that I tried - What's the sense in hurting my pride
I really can't stay - Baby don't hold out
Ahh, but it's cold outside
C'mon baby
I simply must go - Baby, it's cold outside
The answer is no - Ooh baby, it's cold outside
“My dear, you heard what the announcer said. It is impossible now. Apparating would be a bad idea in this storm and I’m afraid this, being a muggle hotel, you won’t be able to floo through or floo call. I am sorry, my dearest, I had no idea it was this bad,” he looked at her attempting his most sorrowful look. She looked at him and immediately looked sad.
“Albus, you know I love you and I do want to be with you, but it’s tradition. Besides, what will my parents think? They know I am with you; and all the presents for my nieces and nephews? Oh! And what will Aunt Muriel think? Or the staff at the school,” she went on in a rant.
He moved to her and kissed her gently. His lips lingered over hers a moment as he enjoyed the feel of her in his arms. Their bodies generated heat between them and he moved away a little to ease her fears. “I’m sure she will be fine my love. Do not fret so. Finish your drink and we will think on this. I’m sure we can think of a solution.”
This welcome has been - I'm lucky that you dropped in
So nice and warm -- Look out the window at that storm
My sister will be suspicious - Man, your lips look so delicious
My brother will be there at the door - Waves upon a tropical shore
My maiden aunt's mind is vicious - Gosh your lips look delicious
Well maybe just a half a drink more - Never such a blizzard before
I've got to go home - Oh, baby, you'll freeze out there
Say, lend me your comb - It's up to your knees out there
You've really been grand - Your eyes are like starlight now
But don't you see - How can you do this thing to me
There's bound to be talk tomorrow - Making my life long sorrow
At least there will be plenty implied - If you caught pneumonia and died
Minerva sighed. “Alright,” tentatively she moved to the side table and picked up her drink once more. As she tipped it to her lips she heard the clink once more. As she drank the last of her hot toddy she felt something hard hit her lip. Bringing the cup away Minerva saw a circular object at the bottom of the mug.
Albus stood by the fire and watched her. She frowned into the cup then retrieved an item from inside it. He heard her breath escape in a hiss. In her hand was a beautiful ring. It was a one carat, radiant cut diamond in a white gold setting. The diamond was flanked by two slightly smaller, exquisitely cut emeralds turned to reflect their diamond shape. The three stones glittered up at her as her breath caught in her chest. Tears gathered in her eyes as she raised her head to gaze at him. “Albus…,” she broke off as her breath hitched and she looked at him questioningly.
I really can't stay - Get over that old out
Ahh, but it's cold outside
Baby it's cold outside
Brr its cold….
It's cold out there
Cant you stay awhile longer baby
Well…..I really shouldn't...alright
Make it worth your while baby
Ahh, do that again….
“My dear,” he began and quietly moved to her. He tipped her head up higher with one finger and tears slipped from her eyes. Gently he used his thumbs to wipe them away in a loving gesture. He pulled her into his embrace and looked longingly at her mouth. When he lowered his lips to hers they caressed her tenderly. He nibbled her lower lip and begged entrance. She slowly opened her mouth and he sought her tongue with his own. Slowly, his tongue circled hers and she moaned into his mouth. With the ring safely around her thumb her hands gripped his robes and pulled him closer. Her lavender scent filled his senses as his mouth plundered hers and his arms held her up when her knees buckled. He then lifted her in his arms and laid her gently on the sofa.
She felt his arms wave in a bout of wandless magic and the room around them changed its appearance. Suddenly it looked like it was entirely chiseled from ice except the cushions beneath them. Snowflakes fell from the ceiling, cascading down to land lightly upon them both. But when any snowflake touched them it gave off a sparkling blue glow and a warmth as it disappeared.
He eased down beside her, gathered her in his arms and looked at her intently. “I thought, my dear, we might start some new traditions of our own. That is…if you’ll have me?”
She smiled through her tears as understanding dawned on her, hugged him tightly and told him breathlessly, “Oh Albus! Yes! You know, it is cold outside. But it is so wonderfully warm in here.” And with that they snuggled closer as, with slightly shaking fingers, he slipped the ring onto her finger.
The End
A/N: The exhibit I refer to is the Ice exhibit they have at the Gaylord Palms Hotel here in sunny Florida. Yes, it is nine degrees in there. You can see a neat video of it by clicking on this link: Ice
No the video isn't mine, but I found it on You Tube.
Merry Christmas Everyone!!
great fic!!!
