He kissed her.

And Minerva completely lost herself. All she knew was that wonderful- wonderful feeling, that feeling of his face on hers, of his soft, slightly wet lips on her trembling ones. And then, slowly and carefully, his arms around her waist.

Albus was almost shaking as he pulled Minerva closer. She was so sweet- so soft, and yet such a personality. He loved her. He had never, even in his youth, felt more than slight romantic feelings for a woman, but this was so much more pure. This had to be love. But why did she have to be his student?

As her pale, slender hands crawled up his chest and lightly touched his beard, he didn't care anymore. He read her eyes, read the truth in them, read the dreams in them. Albus Dumbledore had read many books, but that moment he knew that he would never read a book as beautiful and enchanting as the fiery, emerald eyes of Minerva McGonagall.

But even lovers need oxygen.

Minerva kept on holding her breath- she knew that, if the kiss ended, the talking had to begin… And she didn't want to talk. As long as they remained silent, she could at least try to fool herself, try to imagine that there was nothing wrong, that they were two adults, in love with each other, that they could laugh together and cry together, that they could walk hand in hand together… that they could marry if they wanted to. That there was no problem, that there was just love and that that love was the only thing that mattered.

Yet, she knew- they both knew- that it was impossible. That they had to pull back once, that they had to pull back and look each other and the world straight in the eye.

So they did. Their lips parted, but Minerva couldn't draw back her arms. Not could he, so it seemed, and in silence, they stood there, still in each others arms.

With a soft sigh, Minerva closed her eyes and hid her face in his beard. He stroked her hair and said nothing.

It was she who, finally, spoke the first. She looked up again and practically nodded, pulling herself together.


"So." he beamed, despite everything a faint smile on his lips.

"And now?" Minerva then, impulsively, naively, perhaps, asked.

As if she didn't understand that what had happened here could never be undone. As if she hadn't, as if they both hadn't, understood from the very first moment their lips had linked, that there was nothing that still needed to be said.

Yet, she repeated

"And now, Professor? And what do we do now?"

She had never been keen on asking advice. But now, she recalled, now was the time to put all stubborn pride away. She felt helpless, looked helpless, and utterly helpless she was.

The man sighed, yet nodded, and then, without wasting one word, slowly raised her hand to his mouth and softly kissed the palm.

"Call me Albus, Minerva." he muttered.

The girl nodded and, despite herself, snuggled her head against his chest.

"I will, Albus."

His first name sounded so natural when she spoke it, as if her lips had been made to speak it and repeat it over and over again… As if it was meant to be.

But it couldn't be meant to be, could it?

"What should we do now, Albus?"

"I don't know."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

They had said it, again, dryly, this time, merely admitting a fact than acknowledging their feelings."

"But what now, Albus?" Minerva desperately exclaimed, as she grabbed both of his hands and gazed into his blue eyes. As if she would find a solution in them.

He sighed and pointed at the couch.

"Let us sit down, Minerva. I believe this could become quite a long talk."

"Not if it depends on me!" the girl fiercely spoke, as she, unwillingly, released his hands and sat down.

"I don't need to discuss now, Albus, I don't need to repeat forever and forever that this is forbidden and wrong. I know that. I don't want to let you go."

"Neither do I." the man assured her with a sweet peck on her lips. She smiled.

"I know. What I meant was… Oh, Albus, a part of me despises this, for it is unthinkable and forbidden, but another part of me despises myself for despising this. Look, I do not want to lose you, you don't want to lose me, so I guess we now officially love each other. Good. I don't care, after all..."

"But Minerva," Albus interrupted her gravely.

"You have to care. Perhaps- perhaps…"

She narrowed her eyes and looked into his.

"Do you have your doubts?"

He sincerely shook his head and once more took her hand.

"No. But you realize- this can get you expelled, Minerva. This could ruin your whole future. I can't…"

"It can ruin your career as well." Minerva swiftly answered.

"I don't care…" Albus began, yet, as he noticed her triumphant smile, he realized he had just lost the whole argument-thing they were having.

She grinned.

"See? And just as you don't care, so I don't care. If I would think it wise, I would now leave Hogwarts and marry you."

She had said it calmly, as a statement.

Albus chuckled.

"Minerva, you are once more a mystery. How can any girl be so in control and so passionate at the same time?"

His question was quickly answered as she cupped his head and softly pressed her lips on his.

"Like this."

She sighed and leant her head on his shoulder, as he laid his arm around her and pulled her closer.

"So Minerva?" he then muttered.


"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Albus."

"Sure sure?"

The girl theatrically sighed, then turned to him, looked into his eyes and nodded.

"Sure sure."

Then, she kissed him once more and no more words were needed…