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Something Good by mmcgonagall06
Chapter 3 : Without Any Trace of Thought or Prudence
 
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DISCLAIMER: I’m not J.K. Rowling, Richard Rodgers, or Oscar Hammerstein. These aren’t my people or places, and this isn’t my song, yadda, yadda, yadda… 



A/N: Um, yeah. So here’s the last chapter of this one. Kind of a long wait. Just pretend that the stuff in previous chapters coincides with the canon (won’t elaborate here to avoid having to post a spoiler warning), even though this ship isn’t entirely really canon…Enjoy. 



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Albus looked at the Transfiguration professor. They had just shared their darkest secrets with each other. What could Minerva have to say now that could be as important as what they had just discussed? Something about the look in her eye—a mix of trepidation and resolution, as though she were steeling herself up to say whatever it was—convinced Albus that this was what Minerva had really wanted to discuss; the subject she had been attempting to bring up when she had had her emotional breakdown. 



Whatever it was had clearly caused her enough stress to send her over the edge, and Albus was torn. Half of him wanted to stop her from continuing, so as to spare her from the additional stress. The other half, however, was extremely curious and wanted very much to know what it was. 



Minerva was biting her lip and looking anywhere but at Albus. The old headmaster wondered why she was suddenly so nervous. He hoped his suspicion was correct. He suddenly felt a strong desire to discover what Minerva had been trying to tell him before she had accidentally let slip about her sister’s owl. Albus had known that Minerva had not intended to tell him about her sister, but he was glad she had. He was also glad that he had shared with her a bit of his own childhood. He knew that these revelations had only brought them closer than ever. 



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Minerva didn’t know where to begin. She knew that she had to tell Albus how she felt, or her heart would absolutely explode. She looked up into his sparkling blue eyes and, for the first time, thought about what would happen if he said he shared her feelings. How wonderful it would be! They would finally get to be together, but they would have quite a job hiding it from the students…Minerva let out a small chuckle at the thought of the looks on the children’s faces if they discovered that she and the Headmaster were in a relationship. 



“Um, Minerva dear, pardon my asking, but you know how marvelous a time I have whenever I find an excuse to randomly burst into laughter, so if you’d like to share yours, I’d be more than delighted.” 



The playful look he gave her made Minerva’s heart swell and she laughed even harder. She could contain herself no more; she would have to tell him, and it would have to be now. 



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Albus didn’t know what Minerva was chuckling at, nor did he really care. All he could think about was how beautiful she was when she laughed. He hoped she would not take his sarcastic comment the wrong way. Minerva was known for having a rather dry sense of humor – the kind of person who can make a good joke, but not take one. When Minerva laughed even harder, he sighed inwardly with relief. 



Albus laughed with her for a moment, but his laughter died down quickly. She was not watching him and therefore could not see him staring adoringly at her, transfixed by her beauty. Slowly, Minerva realized that Albus was no longer laughing with her. Her laughter faltered and she suddenly looked rather confused and slightly discomfited to see the Headmaster watching her. 



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What was that look in Albus’ eyes? Surely it couldn’t be— . Minerva shook herself inwardly, trying not to let her hopes rise too high. She was suddenly very nervous again. The wonderful moments in which she had imagined herself and Albus trying to conceal their hypothetical relationship—and the amused and confused faces of the students if they were to discover it—were slipping from her mind. The results all seemed to wonderful in theory, but the actual execution was proving to be far more difficult than she had hoped, though quite like she had imagined it would be. 



“Erm, Albus?” she asked. “Is something the matter?” 



“Nothing, whatsoever.” He replied. “Everything is…beautiful.” 



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For here you are, standing there, loving me, 



Whether or not you should. 



So, somewhere in my youth or childhood 



I must have done something good. 



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Albus did not know what he was doing. Every bit of his brain was screaming at him to stop. Stop leaning in towards the woman before him. Remove the hand that had found Minerva’s waist and was pulling them closer together. Open the eyes that had started to close in anticipation of what his brain was screaming could not possibly be coming. 



But for once, Albus ignored his conscience. Ignored all instinct and foreboding. The genius who had achieved so many great things by obeying the biddings of his brilliant mind was suddenly telling his brain to shut up, and acted, for the first time in his very long life, without any trace of thought or prudence. 



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Minerva dropped her eyes from the dazzling blue ones that were moving steadily closer to her. Her heart raced when she felt his hand on her waist, and allowed the distance between them to decrease. Her mind was devoid of all though. She tried to think, but not a single thought came. All she knew was that her dreams were finally coming true, and before she knew it, she was leaning into his arms and sharing the kiss that had been so many years in coming. 



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Ignoring the catcalls and clapping from the portraits and suits of armor along the corridor, Albus and Minerva stood together, neither daring to believe that they were actually here, together, sharing the kiss that they had both longed for and dreamed about for so long. Neither noticed the retching sounds or bubbly scent behind them, as the invisible figure that had just emerged from the Prefects’ Bathroom wished he were back in the pool-sized tub being harassed by Moaning Myrtle. 


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