Merry Christmas everyone! This is the second part of my Christmas present to the HP fandom :D (First being “Thank Merlin, It’s Christmas!”)
It’s a comedy this time, don’t take it seriously. I hope you’ll have as good a time reading it as I had writing it :D
My apologies this time to all MMADness-fans, you’ve had your fun in part one, now I turn to my favourite couple of all time!
MM/HG-Fans, this is for you!
Enjoy :)
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Spread the Love!
Christmas was a quite affair this year. After the Ministry had had to admit that the Dark Lord had indeed returned there were less students at Hogwarts than ever. And now that the holidays were approaching most of them intended to return home to see their families in these troubled times. Despite of the gloomy atmosphere or due to it Albus Dumbledore came to the decision that the castle was desperately in need of the little bit Christmas spirit, namely: Love. Despite of his old age he could be quite childish at times and he knew it, but this only encouraged him to carry out his plan.
“You look… awfully pleased with yourself, Headmaster…” Snape stated suspiciously when they met in the hallway.
“Indeed I am, Severus.” Dumbledore smiled happily. The Potions Master considered asking why but decided that he didn’t want to know. The headmaster continued on his way and reached the classroom he had once taught in himself. Since lessons were over for the day it was empty except for the Transfigurations Teacher herself. Minerva McGonagall sat at her desk grading papers. She was obviously reading an especially bad one since she was crushing a quill in her hand. Albus had made the experience that it was a bad idea to bother an annoyed lion or tabby cat for that matter but Minerva wouldn’t hurt him, at least not deadly. He had enjoyed teasing her occasionally ever since she had been his student and he was still alive.
“It is not that quill’s fault that some students are less bright than others.” He stated amused and waited in the doorway for her to react. Better save than sorry. Minerva looked up however without cursing him on the spot. He took that as a good sign.
“It there anything I can help you with?” She asked suspiciously at sight of his annoyingly happy expression.
“Oh, nothing in particular…” He replied airily and began wandering through the classroom examining the books on the shelves and everything that seemed only remotely interesting. Minerva found this most annoying.
“Albus, what in Merlin’s name are you up to?” She asked most irritated.
“It hurts me deeply that you assume that I’m up to something when in fact I only whished to pay you a visit.” She narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
“You don’t JUST pay people a visit; your behaviour is most disturbing indeed.”
“Go back to grading your papers, my dear, don’t mind me.” He gave back picking up a needle that had once been a match and surveyed it with great interest. It didn’t take long ‘till Minerva couldn’t take it anymore which Dumbledore had foreseen. She threw the already damaged quill on the desk, got up, walked over to him and took the book he was currently examining away from him as if he was a small kid that wasn’t behaving.
“Either get to the point or go bother someone else.” She growl frustrated with his behaviour and took him to the doorstep. To her utter surprise he whipped out his wand and conjured a mistletoe above her head.
“You wish.” Minerva stated sarcastically eyeing the mistletoe above her.
“My dear Minerva, you break my heart!”
“Be grateful it’s your heart, not you head.”
“Don’t worry, it wasn’t intended for me.” Albus grinned.
“Professor McGonagall?” At that very moment Hermione Granger entered the class room carrying a pile of books. She halted next of her favourite professor, not noticing the mistletoe above them, when she realized that the headmaster was present as well. “I’m sorry; I can come back later if you like…” She began to say but the teachers didn’t pay attention to what she was saying. Minerva shot Albus a very angry look.
“You are a truly evil sorcerer, Albus Dumbledore!” Hermione who was frightened for her life in the presents of an annoyed Prof. McGonagall attempted to leave quietly but Dumbledore didn’t let her get away.
“Not so fast, Miss Granger!” Hermione stopped dead half hiding behind the books she carried.
“I… just wanted to return some books, and…”
“Thank you, if you could put them over there somewhere…” Minerva said in a much more affectionate voice than she used talking to Dumbledore and gestured towards an empty shelf.
“She most certainly can’t.” Albus said persistently.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Minerva shot him the most deadly glare she could master. His Gryffindoric courage almost left him but fortunately Hermione redirected the teacher’s attention to herself when she asked:
“This may be a dumb question but can anyone just tell me what this is about? Have I missed something or why don’t you just let me go so I can leave you to your… discussion?” Dumbledore seemed delighted while McGonagall blushed angrily.
“You see, Miss Granger, you got yourself in quite a funny situation here...” Albus smiled but Minerva interrupted him.
“Don’t listen to him; you may return to your dormitory, I’m sure you have work to do.”
“It’s almost Christmas Minerva, I’m sure homework can wait.” The headmaster stated and added teasingly: “As far as I recall you didn’t do much homework yourself when you were a student.”
“Indeed, because you let me get away with it, a mistake I won’t make with my students.” Hermione didn’t know what to do, which professor to obey. Dumbledore was the headmaster after all but McGonagall was… McGonagall. She actually WISHED to obey her. Helplessly she just stood there while the books on her arms seemed to become heavier with every passing second. The teachers were having a starring contest now when suddenly Dumbledore stated:
“I’ll leave you two now.” Both women were equally startled and he used their confusion to move to the other side of the doorway cycling around them so he wouldn’t pass under the mistletoe. “Look up, Miss Granger, and Minerva, I will know what you do!” He fled before Minerva could hurt him. Hermione however did look up and blushed furiously at sight of the mistletoe. McGonagall was right; he HAD to be kidding them. The idea however of kissing her teacher… She accidentally dropped the books.
“Oh yes, the books…” Minerva said, “Just put them… anywhere, I don’t really care.” Thus she attempted to return to her desk forcing herself not to look back at her student. Hermione picked up the books and put them on the empty shelf. She didn’t think it was right to leave though; at least she didn’t want to. So she caught up with the professor a few yards from her desk.
“Why do you think would Prof. Dumbledore do such a thing?” She wondered forcing Minerva to give her her undivided attention.
“Because he is bored?” She suggested.
“Oh…” Hermione could hardly imagine Prof. Dumbledore playing jokes on people because he was bored but you never knew. “Don’t you think he just enjoys watching…”
“Seeing two women kiss is probably one of the last things Albus is interested in. He is gay after all.” She interrupted her when she stopped in front of her desk to face her.
“Prof. Dumbledore is… gay?!” Hermione asked startled.
“Yes… Oh well… He probably wouldn’t have wanted me to reveal that…” She realized thoughtfully, and then she yelled. “DID YOU HERE THAT ALBUS?! I TOLD HER THAT YOU ARE GAY!” Unfortunately there was no replay but somehow she knew that he had heard her. “Is there anything else?” Minerva asked when she didn’t make any effort to leave.
“Well, yeah…” Hermione replied slowly.
“Well?”
“Maybe we should…” Minerva blinked.
“What?” She asked slowly.
“You know… kiss… I mean Professor Dumbledore is a powerful wizard after all, he probably cursed the mistletoe so something dreadful would happen if we didn’t…” Hermione was babbling nonsense and she knew it.
“Oh…” Minerva said when the thought occurred to her that this was the perfect excuse for everything. “Yes… maybe you are right; we wouldn’t want to take a chance …”
“Exactly…” Hermione whispered and leaned into her teacher’s touch when he took her face into her hands. They kissed tenderly. At first at least because their kisses became more demanding with every passing second. Hermione freed Minerva dark hair and buried her hands in it longing for more.
At that very moment the classroom door flung open and someone ran inside, someone who wasn’t wearing anything… anymore.
“HELP ME PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL, PLEASE! HELP! PROFESSOR SNAPE HAS GONE MAD!!!” A naked Harry Potter screamed at the top of his lungs when he ran up to the kissing couple. He was followed by an equally naked Prof. Snape how was begging him to wait.
Albus Dumbledore has indeed successfully spread the love.
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Review if you liked it!
As always sorry about spelling and grammar mistakes, not a native speaker :D
It’s a comedy this time, don’t take it seriously. I hope you’ll have as good a time reading it as I had writing it :D
My apologies this time to all MMADness-fans, you’ve had your fun in part one, now I turn to my favourite couple of all time!
MM/HG-Fans, this is for you!
Enjoy :)
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Spread the Love!
Christmas was a quite affair this year. After the Ministry had had to admit that the Dark Lord had indeed returned there were less students at Hogwarts than ever. And now that the holidays were approaching most of them intended to return home to see their families in these troubled times. Despite of the gloomy atmosphere or due to it Albus Dumbledore came to the decision that the castle was desperately in need of the little bit Christmas spirit, namely: Love. Despite of his old age he could be quite childish at times and he knew it, but this only encouraged him to carry out his plan.
“You look… awfully pleased with yourself, Headmaster…” Snape stated suspiciously when they met in the hallway.
“Indeed I am, Severus.” Dumbledore smiled happily. The Potions Master considered asking why but decided that he didn’t want to know. The headmaster continued on his way and reached the classroom he had once taught in himself. Since lessons were over for the day it was empty except for the Transfigurations Teacher herself. Minerva McGonagall sat at her desk grading papers. She was obviously reading an especially bad one since she was crushing a quill in her hand. Albus had made the experience that it was a bad idea to bother an annoyed lion or tabby cat for that matter but Minerva wouldn’t hurt him, at least not deadly. He had enjoyed teasing her occasionally ever since she had been his student and he was still alive.
“It is not that quill’s fault that some students are less bright than others.” He stated amused and waited in the doorway for her to react. Better save than sorry. Minerva looked up however without cursing him on the spot. He took that as a good sign.
“It there anything I can help you with?” She asked suspiciously at sight of his annoyingly happy expression.
“Oh, nothing in particular…” He replied airily and began wandering through the classroom examining the books on the shelves and everything that seemed only remotely interesting. Minerva found this most annoying.
“Albus, what in Merlin’s name are you up to?” She asked most irritated.
“It hurts me deeply that you assume that I’m up to something when in fact I only whished to pay you a visit.” She narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
“You don’t JUST pay people a visit; your behaviour is most disturbing indeed.”
“Go back to grading your papers, my dear, don’t mind me.” He gave back picking up a needle that had once been a match and surveyed it with great interest. It didn’t take long ‘till Minerva couldn’t take it anymore which Dumbledore had foreseen. She threw the already damaged quill on the desk, got up, walked over to him and took the book he was currently examining away from him as if he was a small kid that wasn’t behaving.
“Either get to the point or go bother someone else.” She growl frustrated with his behaviour and took him to the doorstep. To her utter surprise he whipped out his wand and conjured a mistletoe above her head.
“You wish.” Minerva stated sarcastically eyeing the mistletoe above her.
“My dear Minerva, you break my heart!”
“Be grateful it’s your heart, not you head.”
“Don’t worry, it wasn’t intended for me.” Albus grinned.
“Professor McGonagall?” At that very moment Hermione Granger entered the class room carrying a pile of books. She halted next of her favourite professor, not noticing the mistletoe above them, when she realized that the headmaster was present as well. “I’m sorry; I can come back later if you like…” She began to say but the teachers didn’t pay attention to what she was saying. Minerva shot Albus a very angry look.
“You are a truly evil sorcerer, Albus Dumbledore!” Hermione who was frightened for her life in the presents of an annoyed Prof. McGonagall attempted to leave quietly but Dumbledore didn’t let her get away.
“Not so fast, Miss Granger!” Hermione stopped dead half hiding behind the books she carried.
“I… just wanted to return some books, and…”
“Thank you, if you could put them over there somewhere…” Minerva said in a much more affectionate voice than she used talking to Dumbledore and gestured towards an empty shelf.
“She most certainly can’t.” Albus said persistently.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Minerva shot him the most deadly glare she could master. His Gryffindoric courage almost left him but fortunately Hermione redirected the teacher’s attention to herself when she asked:
“This may be a dumb question but can anyone just tell me what this is about? Have I missed something or why don’t you just let me go so I can leave you to your… discussion?” Dumbledore seemed delighted while McGonagall blushed angrily.
“You see, Miss Granger, you got yourself in quite a funny situation here...” Albus smiled but Minerva interrupted him.
“Don’t listen to him; you may return to your dormitory, I’m sure you have work to do.”
“It’s almost Christmas Minerva, I’m sure homework can wait.” The headmaster stated and added teasingly: “As far as I recall you didn’t do much homework yourself when you were a student.”
“Indeed, because you let me get away with it, a mistake I won’t make with my students.” Hermione didn’t know what to do, which professor to obey. Dumbledore was the headmaster after all but McGonagall was… McGonagall. She actually WISHED to obey her. Helplessly she just stood there while the books on her arms seemed to become heavier with every passing second. The teachers were having a starring contest now when suddenly Dumbledore stated:
“I’ll leave you two now.” Both women were equally startled and he used their confusion to move to the other side of the doorway cycling around them so he wouldn’t pass under the mistletoe. “Look up, Miss Granger, and Minerva, I will know what you do!” He fled before Minerva could hurt him. Hermione however did look up and blushed furiously at sight of the mistletoe. McGonagall was right; he HAD to be kidding them. The idea however of kissing her teacher… She accidentally dropped the books.
“Oh yes, the books…” Minerva said, “Just put them… anywhere, I don’t really care.” Thus she attempted to return to her desk forcing herself not to look back at her student. Hermione picked up the books and put them on the empty shelf. She didn’t think it was right to leave though; at least she didn’t want to. So she caught up with the professor a few yards from her desk.
“Why do you think would Prof. Dumbledore do such a thing?” She wondered forcing Minerva to give her her undivided attention.
“Because he is bored?” She suggested.
“Oh…” Hermione could hardly imagine Prof. Dumbledore playing jokes on people because he was bored but you never knew. “Don’t you think he just enjoys watching…”
“Seeing two women kiss is probably one of the last things Albus is interested in. He is gay after all.” She interrupted her when she stopped in front of her desk to face her.
“Prof. Dumbledore is… gay?!” Hermione asked startled.
“Yes… Oh well… He probably wouldn’t have wanted me to reveal that…” She realized thoughtfully, and then she yelled. “DID YOU HERE THAT ALBUS?! I TOLD HER THAT YOU ARE GAY!” Unfortunately there was no replay but somehow she knew that he had heard her. “Is there anything else?” Minerva asked when she didn’t make any effort to leave.
“Well, yeah…” Hermione replied slowly.
“Well?”
“Maybe we should…” Minerva blinked.
“What?” She asked slowly.
“You know… kiss… I mean Professor Dumbledore is a powerful wizard after all, he probably cursed the mistletoe so something dreadful would happen if we didn’t…” Hermione was babbling nonsense and she knew it.
“Oh…” Minerva said when the thought occurred to her that this was the perfect excuse for everything. “Yes… maybe you are right; we wouldn’t want to take a chance …”
“Exactly…” Hermione whispered and leaned into her teacher’s touch when he took her face into her hands. They kissed tenderly. At first at least because their kisses became more demanding with every passing second. Hermione freed Minerva dark hair and buried her hands in it longing for more.
At that very moment the classroom door flung open and someone ran inside, someone who wasn’t wearing anything… anymore.
“HELP ME PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL, PLEASE! HELP! PROFESSOR SNAPE HAS GONE MAD!!!” A naked Harry Potter screamed at the top of his lungs when he ran up to the kissing couple. He was followed by an equally naked Prof. Snape how was begging him to wait.
Albus Dumbledore has indeed successfully spread the love.
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Review if you liked it!
As always sorry about spelling and grammar mistakes, not a native speaker :D