Authors note: At the start of my winter break, I was very burned out from school and somewhat against writing…then I woke up one morning with this wonderful idea. I would write another romance! Dun dun dun! My fabulous return back to the human world without any weird plots and not too much thinking! :-)
Authors note: Once again, I realize that most of my multi-chaptered fics were for the birds, but I think this one is something that everyone should read! It's always on my mind, and I just can't get rid of the plot bunnies until I have posted the whole of it!
Authors note: This fic has been done in one way or another…but it has its own twists and turns that I don't believe I've ever seen before, at least on Truly, I believe this is a story for everyone! The romantics, the comedians, the dramatics, even the people who get teared up easy will find something that they love about this story. If you enjoyed "under the Egyptian sun", you'll enjoy this too.
Summary: It was years ago; ten to be precise that they fell in love. And it is ten years later that they are able to face each other. But there are some things later in life that were not present when she was young, including a secret that can make them go the distance, or ruin their path in time. AD/MM
Disclaimer: The characters in this story are in no way, shape, or form my own. I merely use them as a device to manipulate my mind.
The Benefit of Time
Chapter One: Prologue
It was the last day; the very last evening of the term that she would dare spend at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The moon protruded through the glass of the bedroom so beautifully that it really did not feel like evening at all. Had it been darker, the silhouette that she had been would never have been visible from the outside; nor that of her Albus.
It came and went so quickly, their single affair. He'd kissed her and so help her, she couldn't stop herself from responding. His strong hands ran up and down her back, and any conventional thought quickly exited her mind. He looked at her after that, just stared into her eyes, as if he could read what she was thinking. Then, he whispered those forbidden words that she would never forget. "I love you."
Together, they made their way to his quarters, and did the unthinkable. He showed her love. The way he made her tremble from head to toe would be forever embedded in her mind. His kiss, filled with passion, was still fresh on her lips. His hot flesh still stung every bit of her body.
Minerva turned ever so slightly, and pressed her head to his naked chest. His hands wrapped around her back tightly. She sighed in his embrace. Everything was so incredibly perfect.
Albus kissed the tip of her head. "You really are a remarkable woman, Minerva."
She smiled. He had always been full of compliments. There was never a time that he wasn't able to make her blush, even in the dark. "Am I?"
Through the moonlight, she could see the slight smile that formed on his lips. "Of course. You're beautiful, and intelligent. And you waited for me…you saved yourself just for me, my eyes."
It was true. She had purposely kept herself away from others, and was really only drawn to her Transfiguration Professor. She hardly had shared so much as a kiss with anyone else before Albus. Minerva had loved him for nearly two years now; she was glad to finally have him. "And does that mean something to you?" She moved her head up towards his, and pecked him lovingly on the lips.
"Most definitely; it tells me that you feel something for me."
"Well obviously, you silly man. You don't suppose I stayed after class so often just to help you put away the books," she pecked him again, "Though, you were right; we really shouldn't have kissed like we did in public. Anyone could have walked in on us."
She nodded sadly. "I suppose."
A short silence drifted between them. Minerva took her time to reminisce in their beautiful connection. They had been keeping something of a secretive relationship for three months. For a long time then, she had been staying after class to help him; eventually, what conversation they had developed into a relationship. The relationship grew closer, and closer. Minerva would never forget the first time he ever kissed her; it was like nothing else in the world existed but the two of them. He made her world revolve around only him; she could only define it as love.
"What is it that you plan on doing, now that you've graduated?" Albus asked quietly.
Minerva swallowed. This was one of her least favorite subjects. She didn't very much like the idea of moving on; everything was fine just so. "I'm going to travel the world. My father would like me to become something of note, make my way to the top of the Ministry. My mother would rather me do something quiet, like write. Since they can't seem to agree on a career, they've agreed to broaden my horizons."
"And what would you like to do?"
She smiled. "Honestly?"
"I would like to become a teacher. A muse has struck me blind, and I can't seem to make it leave my mind."
Albus let out a chuckle. "Perhaps you should be a poet. You have a quirk of rhyming on occasion."
Minerva rolled her eyes. "Oh hush, you. I'd be a terrible poet. I'd send my family to the poor house. But really, Albus, will you ever owl me if there is a position here? When you become the headmaster, the Transfiguration position will be available. If it's at all possible to bribe you, I will most certainly do it so as that I may do what I've always wanted to." She ran her fingers up his chest seductively.
Albus began stroking her hair softly. "You are rather a competitive one, aren't you?"
"Ahm," she whispered softly, and then kissed his chin. "And I'm hopelessly in love with you; it would only be appropriate for you to hire me."
"Is that so?" He rolled over and onto Minerva so that their stomachs were touching each other's. He leaned down his head, and touched his lips to hers for about the billionth time that evening. "Of course I will owl you." He pushed his head down to her chest, and pressed himself to the soft warmth. "But you know," he whispered, "you're so young, and I can't promise you the position."
"Well then give me a fair try." She smiled. "I can do it, and you know it."
"Alright." He kissed her neck slowly, while running his hands down her thighs. Minerva closed her eyes, and let out a soft moan.
"Aaalbus," she whispered, she had no way out; only to beg. She knew he enjoyed taunting her the way he was; even more so, he enjoyed listening to her plead for release.
"Yes?" He said quite calmly, as if he hadn't any clue as to what he was doing.
"P-promise me something?"
His hot mouth found his way to hers, where she gratefully opened. The heat was unbearable, but Merlin, it felt invigorating. She moaned in his mouth. He lifted up for only a second, enough to finish what conversation they were having.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Write me, while I'm away. I don't…want to lose you."
He nodded. "I'll write you four times a week; over, and over, and over again, just so I can think about you."
Minerva smiled with closed eyes. "Then make love to me. This is the last time I'll see you like this for a long time…"
And he did. They made love as if it were the last time they would ever lay eyes on the other. They made love as if all would end if they weren't able to savor their very last evening together.
I would like to remind all readers that this is NOT a one shot.
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