Post by gmshed on Dec 10, 2006 17:11:49 GMT -5
A/N: Obey the evil plotbunny.
His kiss is everything I ever imagined, and more. But I can’t let this happen. I push him away firmly and step back.
“Minerva?” He’s confused, and not a little hurt. After all, I was kissing him back only a few seconds ago.
“Tell me you don’t love me.”
“I…I…I can’t. I do love you, Minerva.” I hear those words and I want nothing more than to throw myself into his arms, to love him, to live my life with him. But I can’t.
“Tell me you don’t love me, Albus.” I step closer.
He shakes his head wordlessly.
“Tell me.” My voice cracks at the end and I find I am crying. I know what will happen, what must happen.
“Oh, Minerva, my Minerva, please don’t cry, I…” He takes a deep breath and stares at the floor, “…I don’t love you.”
I want to be his. I will always be his. But he can never know. I step even closer and brush my lips over his once more. It’s all I will allow myself.
“Liar,” I whisper against his mouth.
His eyes widen in horror as I say the spell.
By the time he’s recovered enough to be aware of his surroundings, I am standing on the other side of my desk, politely holding out a sheaf of papers.
“The list of the next first-years, Headmaster.” He’s still dazed enough not to realise that this is completely irrelevant and months early.
“Thank you. Yes, thank you, my Minerva.” He drifts slowly out of the door. I lock it behind him and sink to the floor.
I can’t let him ever imagine that I feel something more than friendship for him. I would be a fatal weakness, I could be used to hurt him. And I know that he would sacrifice anything to save me. I can’t let that happen, so much depends on him.
But this is the sixth time this has happened. And I’m not sure how much longer I can deny myself.
His kiss is everything I ever imagined, and more. But I can’t let this happen. I push him away firmly and step back.
“Minerva?” He’s confused, and not a little hurt. After all, I was kissing him back only a few seconds ago.
“Tell me you don’t love me.”
“I…I…I can’t. I do love you, Minerva.” I hear those words and I want nothing more than to throw myself into his arms, to love him, to live my life with him. But I can’t.
“Tell me you don’t love me, Albus.” I step closer.
He shakes his head wordlessly.
“Tell me.” My voice cracks at the end and I find I am crying. I know what will happen, what must happen.
“Oh, Minerva, my Minerva, please don’t cry, I…” He takes a deep breath and stares at the floor, “…I don’t love you.”
I want to be his. I will always be his. But he can never know. I step even closer and brush my lips over his once more. It’s all I will allow myself.
“Liar,” I whisper against his mouth.
His eyes widen in horror as I say the spell.
By the time he’s recovered enough to be aware of his surroundings, I am standing on the other side of my desk, politely holding out a sheaf of papers.
“The list of the next first-years, Headmaster.” He’s still dazed enough not to realise that this is completely irrelevant and months early.
“Thank you. Yes, thank you, my Minerva.” He drifts slowly out of the door. I lock it behind him and sink to the floor.
I can’t let him ever imagine that I feel something more than friendship for him. I would be a fatal weakness, I could be used to hurt him. And I know that he would sacrifice anything to save me. I can’t let that happen, so much depends on him.
But this is the sixth time this has happened. And I’m not sure how much longer I can deny myself.
His eyes widen in horror as I say the spell. Oh dear, you really shocked me... that really is self-denial going to extremes!such a sad story 
