The Burning Pen

Their First Time
by Ruth Solomon

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PART TWO: PRESENT DAY
Drabble

Time: Present Day: 1998

”Albus! Albus Dumbledore! I want to talk to you!” Minerva McGonagall’s sharp voice called through the floo in the Headmaster’s office.

Albus winced. That was Minerva’s no-nonsense voice.

“Ah, yes. Yes, my dear. One moment,” the wizard said, warding his office door then unwarding his floo, “The way is clear.”

The flames turned green and an irate Minerva McGonagal stepped through. She was dressed in a scarlet and gold house robe tied tightly with a sash, gold bedroom slippers and her long gray hair was still loose from the night before. It was six in the morning.

Her arms were folded crossly and her lips held tight and thin as she scowled at the wizard.

“Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, I was just taking out my clothes for today and went into my drawer and found…”

Here Minerva swelled visibly.

“…I found that all of my socks are MATELESS! I don’t have one single matching pair of socks in my rooms.”

She put her hands on her hips and stared at the old wizard, who looked decidedly sheepish.

“Don’t you have something to say, Albus?” she asked him pointedly.

Albus blinked at her.

“I…ah…er…” the Headmaster said lamely.

Minerva pointed her finger imperiously down the hallway.

“March!” she said.

Albus rose and slowly walked down the hall, slightly hunched, Minerva stalking behind him as he turned into his bedroom He walked past the four poster over to his wardrobe. It was enormous. Minerva followed him and stood to the side as he slowly opened the doors. On one side was a regular full sized closet, but on the other side was a collection of very thin drawers, twenty of them. The wizard sighed and looked at Minerva for sympathy, but her eyes were hard as diamonds.

“Minerva…my dear,” Albus said in a pleading voice.

“I…have…no….matching….socks, Albus,” she said in a tight voice.

The Headmaster sighed again and pulled out the lower drawer. There, lying on a pure silk liner was the first of Minerva’s missing socks, immaculately pressed sideways and positioned with the toe pointed downward.

It was a lovely presentation.

Minerva held her hand out palm up.

“Hand it over,” she said to the wizard.

Albus slowly removed the sock, lifting it as if it were the most precious, delicate item in existence, and laid it gently in Minerva’s outstretched hand. He winced when her fist tightened around it.

“Gently,” he said to her.

Minerva’s face softened at his distressed look.

“Really Albus, you have to do something about your obsession with socks…particularly my socks. I need them. I can’t go around Hogwart’s wearing mismatched socks,” she said to the wizard softly.

“I…I can’t help myself, Minerva. I love your socks because they are a part of you. I treasure them like I treasure you. If I had my way it would be you lying on a bed of silk, safe and protected from the ravages of time and the world,” he said, his blue eyes shining, “As it stands, I can only worship and protect your socks the way I would like to worship and protect you always.”

Minerva looked at the wizard, her lips trembling now.

“I suppose you want the rest of them,” Albus said, shutting the first drawer and preparing to open the next. He felt her hand rest on his shoulder.

“No Albus, you can keep them. I’ll just buy more socks…but,” and her voice grew hard, “You stay out of my sock drawer after this you old coot, or I’ll turn you into a…a…spittoon!”

She kissed him on the cheek quickly and stormed out of his bedroom, her eyes glistening.

Albus brought his hand to his cheek and smiled after the witch.

“I love you too, Minerva McGonagall,” he said softly, closing the wardrobe back and exiting behind her.

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A/N: I just had to explore the sock fetish thing one more time. Lol. Thanks all.


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