Dumbledore & McGonagall a love story (by skrewtkeeper)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5-

A half an hour later, McGonagall was hurtling up the stairs as fast as her feet could carry her in high heels. A clock chimed 10 in the distance as she raced to Dumbledore's office.

She finally reached the office door and quickly knocked three times, for she was afraid that she was late for the first time!

"Come in!" called Dumbledore within his office as McGonagall entered, quite breathless.

"My, Minerva, I thought you were going to be l-" he broke off suddenly as he eyed McGonagall.

"...My, you look dashing," said McGonagall having regained control of her breathing, was close to giggling as she stepped closer to the Headmaster's desk. Dumbledore was wearing robes of plum-velvet.

"Well then..." began Dumbledore hesitantly, "you look exquisite."

"Have a biscuit," said Dumbledore quickly, trying to cover up his hesitancy.

"What happened to all of your sweets?" asked McGonagall. The corners of her mouth were twitching so it looked as if she was trying to hide her smile.

"People seem to enjoy them as much as I," said Dumbledore a little sadly. "I offer people sweets and they can't say no to more!"

"And you're sad about that?!" asked McGonagall incredulously, as she stepped ever so slightly closer to Dumbledore, to where he was standing.

"Well yes...I do love those sweets...You know I've got a very bad case of sweet tooth!" said Dumbledore happily.

"Well then here," said McGonagall as she summoned a large box of Honeydukes chocolates from her office.

"Why thank you Minerva," exclaimed Dumbledore as he took the chocolates. "Now if I am, supposedly, now inclined to get you something, what shall I get you?...Or rather, what do you want?"

"Kiss me," thought McGonagall desperately. She had just discovered just how much she cared for this man...She loved him! However she just replied quietly, "I don't know," as she stepped ever so slightly closer...

"...Now I wonder, could it be something expensive? You know I've got money...What could you possibly want for a Christmas present? Ah! Forgive me for not wrapping it," said Dumbledore absentmindedly as he summoned a dragon scale to his hand. It shimmered in the candlelight as he handed it to Minerva.

"Oh, it's beautiful!" exclaimed McGonagall.

"..It's rather like you," said Dumbledore quietly; McGonagall heard him muttering!

"What?" she asked quickly, looking up at Dumbledore, straight into his eyes.

"Oh, I said...I got it from...Charlie Weasley," said Dumbledore, evidently uncomfortable.

"No you didn't!" said McGonagall, her voice raising in accusation. "I heard you!" She inched closer to Dumbledore but kept staring straight into his twinkling, blue eyes.

"How about if I just say...thank you for the compliment?" offered McGonagall, suddenly feeling guilty.

"Oh, that would certainly help me avoid embarrassment," exclaimed Dumbledore cheerfully. Now he was inching to McGonagall!

When Dumbledore moved closer, McGonagall pointed out something over the both of their heads.

"Ah...mistletoe..," said Dumbledore dreamily as he leaned towards McGonagall, inches from her now. McGonagall, her heart pounding but nevertheless she leaned unhesitatingly towards Dumbledore as their lips met.

It was the most wonderful feeling in the world for McGonagall, just standing there...kissing the man she now realized she would die for.

"This is what flying must feel like," thought McGonagall lazily. She had never flown before for she was afraid of heights.

Suddenly, McGonagall drew away.

"What? Has something upset you?" asked Dumbledore solicitously.

"I shouldn't have done that," said McGonagall quietly. "We shouldn't have done that..."

"True...true," said Dumbledore sounding still dreamy."...Now what are we going to do?" asked Dumbledore abruptly as reality, obviously, crashed upon him.

"Don't worry...I won't tell a soul," said McGonagall as she kissed Dumbledore on the cheek and promptly left the room, leaving Dumbledore standing there, thunderstruck.