Love and Regret Should Not Be Synonyms

Note: All the characters in this story belong expressly to J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros. and anyone else connected to J.K. Rowling’s publishers or Warner Brothers. I do not own these characters or the fictitious world of J.K. Rowling. I am merely a fan that enjoys writing on a few of the characters behind the scenes activities. I don’t have any money to speak of so please don’t try to sue me. Kudos to you Madame Rowling. You rock!

Rating: NC-17

Time frame: Takes place in the early part of Order of the Phoenix (Book 5, the 5th year). Slightly AU because it does change certain outcomes of Book 6, but since I hated what happened in that book I am choosing in my fics to change it. If you don’t like it please do not read my stories for they will not change.

Pairing: This story pertains to Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall, warning, if the idea of people over the age of 60 having sex is gross or offensive to you then please do not read my story. However if you are not emotionally retarded and have an open mind and are smart enough to realize that just because people get older, it doesn’t mean they stop needing or expressing human sexual interaction, then by all means please read and enjoy. Comments are welcome, however, anything rude will be disregarded and continually ignored.

Summary: It is just around the end of first term and Minerva and Albus have been friends for nearly thirty years, but lately they have been constantly at each other’s throats. Will they be able to keep their friendship alive as long as they both deny what is truly between them? Read it and find out.


Love and Regret Should Not Be Synonyms

It was the last week of the first term of the school year when Minerva McGonagall began to realize that there was something happening between her and her best friend Albus Dumbledore. Lately, every time they were in a room together for more than ten minutes they began to bite each other’s heads off. Their anger seemed to have no limit as they had even begun to yell at each other in front of the students if near each other too long. Minerva couldn’t explain what was going on between the two of them. The sad thing was that none of the things they were arguing about were overly serious issues, and the worst part was that she loved Albus Dumbledore. She loved him very deeply, very passionately, and very truly. This constant fighting was driving Minerva mad, and after nearly two weeks of near constant bickering she decided that the two of them needed to sit down and talk about what the problem was.

On the Monday before the end of the term, Minerva decided that she would send Albus a formal invitation to have dinner with her in her room the evening the students left for their two week break. She sent an owl to his office to inform him of her invitation as to avoid another argument.

Dear Albus,
I would like to invite you to dine with me in my chambers in Gryffindor Tower after the students have left on Friday. Perhaps we could then discuss what has been occurring between us. Please know that regardless of how things have been between us of late, you are still my best friend.

Yours,
Minerva

P.S. If you wish to decline please inform me by owl; otherwise please just be prompt on Friday and arrive by 7pm.


Albus was a bit perplexed and concerned at receiving Minerva’s invitation by owl. However, he could not blame her for it, because it was true that they could hardly be in the same room together without getting into an argument over some foolish thing or another. The problem was that Albus loved Minerva. She was not simply his best friend, he was desperately in love with his Deputy Head Mistress, and had been since she was his student. The feelings he had for her had been festering inside his heart for the better part of forty years. Why couldn’t he just tell her? Why did he wait so long? Albus knew it was his entire fault, all these years of silence and not disclosing it to the woman he loved. Now things were a mess, because he was afraid to tell her, afraid of rejection, and even more afraid of acceptance and reciprocity. Thanks to his stupidity they were now constantly baiting each other. Albus could barley stand to look at her because all he could think about was what it would feel like to hold her in his arms, to breathe in the scent of her sweet aroma, to kiss her talented and sweet lips, and to feel her around his manhood. It was driving him crazy. Minerva was quite correct this distance between them must be extinguished. He decided that he would tell her at dinner why he had been acting like a doddering old fool. He just hoped that when all was said and done that she wouldn’t laugh at him or hate him for it.

When Minerva received no decline of her invitation she began to get excited but apprehensive as the week went by. Minerva thought about hardly anything anymore, except Albus. She needed to tell him how she felt about him, it had been ridiculous to believe that being alone could make her into a better teacher; furthermore it was insane that the school forbade teachers from fraternization or from being married to anyone (colleague or not). This was too much to bear, she needed Albus. Several times in the last two weeks Minerva felt it would be better if she resigned her post so she would be free of such an absurd rule. However that would only solve part of the dilemma, even if she left Albus would still be tied to the school and as such not able to be with her. Minerva scolded herself, deciding that before anything could be done about the school rules, that she should tell Albus how she felt about him. Being the prudent person she was however, Minerva decided to draft her resignation letter anyway. The truth was that since Lord Voldemort had returned, Albus was needed even more than ever at Hogwarts, especially by young Harry. This whole situation was multilayered and had repercussions that extended beyond merely Minerva and Albus themselves.

Albus was extremely busy on Friday morning and afternoon seeing to the students as the boarded the boats and Hogwarts Express back to Platform 9 ¾ in London. Minerva too; was rushed about trying to finish end of term grades for her students, after all she only had two weeks to get them prepared before the children returned and the new term began. Sometimes even having magic at your disposal was not enough to contend with the rigors of the classroom and teaching, often Minerva wondered how muggle teachers managed (she did know however, that muggle teachers were allowed to marry anyone they pleased, even a colleague if so desired). At two-thirty (just after the students had left the castle) Minerva found herself in Madame Sprout’s quarters in the Huffelpuff Hall to share tea with the Professor of Herbology and Madame Pompfery the school’s nurse.

“I tell you Poppy I don’t know what to do. I am absolutely confounded as how to proceed.” Minerva said as she began to discuss her dilemma with the other two witches. They both listened intently and with sympathetic ears, however they both felt that the only thing to be done at the moment was simply for Minerva to tell Albus how she felt. A few hours later Minerva sat in her most beautiful and alluring cloaks at the dinette table in her sitting room waiting for Albus to arrive. At exactly 7:00 pm a light knock rapt from the door, and then a soft voice repeated the password to the door. Albus was struck by the sight of Minerva, she was wearing her hair down and it flowed around her body in wispy silver and blonde tendrils. Her cloaks were of the most beautiful shimmery fabric, layered in hues of silver, gold, magenta, and plum. Her beautiful hazel eyes sparkled at the sight of him. Albus thought that she had never looked more beautiful .He walked (as best he could) across the room to the dinette table where Minerva was seated and presented her with the large bottle of aged sorcerer’s fire wine.

“Good evening Minerva, you look lovely.” Albus said as he sat down at the table. “Thank you Albus, you also look well” Minerva’s silky replied. “So what have we for dinner?” asked Albus. “I have some very fine selections; I was waiting to see if you approved of any of them.” “Oh, well then, I would love to have some game hen, and possibly some speared potatoes if possible, possibly some corn bread and a good bowl of soup, if that meets with your approval my dear.” Albus requested. “That will be sufficient” Minerva replied.

With a wave of her wand the food appeared on the table, piping hot and ready to eat. They began the meal conversationally, discussing idle and mundane information regarding the students’ and how the end of term exams had gone. Just before desert should have been served, Minerva quietly said “I love you Albus.” just as he was taking a sip of his wine. Albus nearly choked on his wine, had he heard her right, surely he had finally gone senile. He looked up at her and waited to see if she would continue. Apparently she had nothing more to say at the moment, so he figured it was his turn to speak. “I love you too Minerva, I always have, ever since you sat in my class nearly forty years ago. When you came into my life I was completely unprepared my dear, you were the one thing I was not equipped to handle. I thought that I was fine and that I was happy; but when you walked through my Defense against the Dark Arts class that first morning forty years I fell in love with you. You were then and are now the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen in my life, but I never dared to hope that you would feel the same.” Albus explained.

Minerva was moved when she saw the tears trickling down his face into his beautiful beard. She quickly got up from her seat and moved to hold him. No words of apology were spoken from him, but it was clear in his eyes why things had been so tense between them of late, and how sorry he was that it had occurred. With pleading eyes Albus silently asked Minerva for the privilege of kissing her sweet lips. A simple nod from the beauteous witch was all the reply Albus needed. He gently brushed his lips against hers, soft and undemanding. Minerva felt like she was floating, she felt the most indescribable electric spasms going through her body as Albus continued to gently kiss her. His lips were awakening parts of Minerva that hadn’t been broached in years. Minerva wanted more; she wanted to taste Albus’ lips and tongue. She easily inched closer to Albus, and he took her intended hint, he hastened the kisses, deepening them, quickening them with unfettered abandon.

Albus realized that they could not continue here at the dinner table so with one swift movement he lifted Minerva into his arms and took her to the bed. With a flick of his wand Albus drew the blankets of the bed down as he laid his love onto the plush mattress. A second flick of his wand and a silent nod of permission from Minerva and Albus removed her cloaks, leaving her naked on the bed. A third flick of his wand dispensed of his own cloaks and dimmed the lights a bit. Minerva lifted her arms to beckon him to lay down with her and Albus did as he was bidden. As he looked at her he breathed in the beauty that was his love. She took his breath away. Her hair shone like a waterfall of gold and platinum, her eyes sparkled like jeweled emeralds, and her skin was a pale milk honey blended with peaches, her frame was dainty yet strong, and her breasts were absolutely, perfectly delectable. While gravity may have given some presence, her breasts were still fairly firm and very ample. It made Albus wish that she would wear more form fitting robes around the castle. As he continued his evaluation of his lover, he moved down from her breasts and his eyes targeted her womanhood. While the hair of her inner folds was the same platinum gold of her head, he could smell how wet she was. Albus growled as he leaned into her and began to kiss her deeply as his hands began to caress her body. Minerva let out a small moan as Albus’ hand found her inner folds and her sensitive nub, she bucked against him. Minerva was confounded by Albus’ body. His beautiful silver hair flowed down from his head and beard down to his very pronounced and firm manhood. His crystal blue eyes sparkled mischievously like old volcanic fissures.

A tiny moan from Minerva indicated that she was ready for Albus to advance his ministrations. Albus laughed and moved down toward her pussy. He looked at her with a twinkle and said “Your mouth and breasts taste so good; I think I will taste your juices.” Albus positioned himself in a comfortable way and began his cunnilings. After a bit he looked up at her, her eyes were half closed and the look on her face was a mixture of pure bliss, pleasure, love and lust. He smiled and told her “right her, (gently applying pressure with his finger on her clit), it tastes like sherbet lemons and her (sucking on her inner lips), it tastes just like fresh cream, and your juice tastes like sweet sugar candy”. Minerva let out a squeal as Albus inserted two long fingers into her sopping core. Albus continued with his ministrations a bit longer, until his cock was so hard and throbbing so much that he could not stand it anymore. Minerva realized that Albus was close to cumming and she wanted to prolong this love session that had taken so long to achieve as long as possible. Slowly, and gently she pushed herself up and helped to lay Albus down on the bed. With a tight and coy smile she began to kiss him deeply, and moved her kisses from his moth to his neck, to his chest. She stayed there a few minutes playing with his nipples. Albus growled as Minerva suckled his left nipple and gave it a little nibble, while her right index finger and thumb were pinching and tweaking his right nipple. Minerva was smiling as she played with his chest. She loved the feel of his silver chest hair against her face, it was so course and so smooth at the same time. Minerva was aching to taste Albus’ thick, long, and firm cock. In a quick glide Minerva positioned herself at Albus’ crotch. She inhaled deeply the scent of him, the smell was purely male, purely Albus, it made Minerva gush even more juice from her already extremely wet pussy. She gently began to flick her tongue over the slit of Albus’ cock and simultaneously used her fingers to rub the huge vein on his shaft. The act elicited a deep moan from Albus, and encouraged Minerva to continue on. Minerva began to fill her mouth with him, setting herself at a smooth and steady pace. Albus was in pure ecstasy as Minerva continued to suck his dick. Her talented lips creating a barrier between his cock and the air, and her tongue and teeth adding to the rhythmical sensations she was vibrating within him.

After a time, Albus placed a loving hand on Minerva’s head indicating to her to stop her attentions and redirect them. With a ready and knowing smile Minerva laid back down on the bed with her ass facing him. Albus gently placed a pillow under her abdomen so that she would be comfortable and to elevate his access to her a bit. Albus began to finger her pussy to ensure she was still wet enough to accommodate him. Within a few minutes of the act, Albus was convinced that Minerva was ready for him. With that he placed himself at her entrance and slowly began to push himself inside her. After a few moments Albus had filled Minerva to the hilt. Minerva moaned and Albus began to pump inside the woman he loved. Minerva began to smack herself into Albus in order to increase the sensations that were making her body explode with pleasure. Albus was so enraptured and entranced with the waves of pleasure that were taking over his body he barely heard Minerva’s squeal as he pushed her over the edge into an orgasm. A few thrusts later Albus also came, burying his seed and cum deep inside Minerva’s abdomen. All the words of love that had been lost in the passion and pleasure as they made love to each other came flowing forth as they rode the waves of the after effects.

Lying in each other’s arms after their lovemaking is when the uncertainty of their predicament came to the surface. Minerva looked up at Albus, and without saying a word he knew what was on her mind. “Albus, what will we do now? I cannot allow this to be only one time, and only once in a while, now that I know you love me the way I love you, I cannot not be with you. Perhaps I should resign my position from Hogwarts; perhaps the Board of Governors will allow us to be together if one of us were not teaching. “That is absolutely and unequivocally out of the question. Minerva I need you here. Not just as my lover and best friend, but as my Deputy Head Mistress. I will not allow the board of governors to dictate my life any longer.” Albus paused for a moment wrapped in quiet anger. “Considering the predicament that the Minister of Magic is in, and the fact that the six of the twelve governor’s have been recently found to be Death Eaters I believe that if I petition them to nullify that stupid rule, that they will agree. So with that in mind I ask you to trust me and not to worry. I will make an appointment to discuss this with the board next week and I will let you know as soon as it is resolved. And we both know that when I want something badly enough, that I won’t take no for an answer.”

Minerva felt reassured that Albus wasn’t going to give her up in any way and with that lovely thought she drifted into sleep. Things went on that way for the next two weeks. Albus had taken to sleeping in her quarters and they had begun to spend nearly every spare waking moment they had available together. The beginning of the new term had started, and it was the students’ first evening back at the castle when Albus had returned from speaking with the board of governors. Unfortunately, due to the hectic activities of the day, Minerva had not had the opportunity to speak with her lover to find out the ruling of the board. In fact the day had been so congested that Minerva had not seen Albus since they had left her quarters that morning. As they stood for Albus’ address to the students he took her hand and squeezed it while giving her a silent reassuring smile. “Welcome back to Hogwarts for your second term the year. I hope you all had an enjoyable break time. It is good to have all of you back. I have an announcement to make before we become too befuddled by our splendiferous feast. I would like to ask that you all raise your glasses to Professor McGonagall.” The staff and students alike do as instructed by the toast and all eyes are on Albus and Minerva. Minerva looks over to Albus smiling but questioningly, and picks up her glass and gasps. As her glass bottom rises from the table a pedestal appears with a soft cushion onto, and a large engagement and wedding ring on the cushion. Albus continued, “After seeking the approval of the Board of Governors, I would like, in the presence of my staff, and students, and Hogwarts to ask Ms. Minerva McGonagall to become my wife.” The hall was silent as Albus looked to Minerva who managed to squeak out an audible “yes”, and with a flick of his wand Albus transferred the ring from the pedestal to Minerva’s left ring finger.
The cheers were abundant and resounded throughout the great hall and the castle. Tonight of all nights, the love that Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall felt for each other, and the love and good will emanating toward them from their students and their colleagues was infectious, and Lord Voldemort would not have stood a chance against them that night. It was that love shared by Minerva and Albus, and the same type of love shared by other witches and wizards that would be the greatest weapon against Voldemort and the Death Eaters. With all his heart Albus knew that with Minerva by his side and his students and friends beside him that they would help Harry triumph over Tom Riddle. Albus looked at Harry and winked an eye at him, Harry winked back, and Albus could see that Harry also knew that they would win against Voldemort. Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry had never known a happier night. Good would prevail over evil, they all knew it and felt it, and it was enough for everyone.


The End