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Prologue

A man sat conflicted in a room decorated in tones of red and gold lit only by the dieing embers of a fire. He was a handsome man. Only thirty some years of age with longish auburn hair that fell down to his cheeks in a wavy fashion. He had a tall, thin and, muscular frame that turned more than a few heads. His normally twinkling blue eyes were unfocused ad confused.

He'd always been able to solve his own problems, a direct result of loosing his parents when he was only twelve. Forcing him to become the head of a pureblood family and give up the rest of his childhood. He'd been looking out for himself and his younger brother for so long that he'd become used to being the person who answered questions not asked them.

With a frustrated sigh he stood up abruptly, his tall frame casting dim shadows in the almost dark room, and started pacing. His name was Albus Dumbledore. He was the famous auror, the first apprentice to Nicolas Flamel in over two hundred years, the boy with the highest OWL's and NEWT's since the famed Nicolas Flamel. It was all very frustrating. He'd had to leave his job as an auror after only two years because he was hounded by people at the ministry.

Everyone believed him to be so smart and wise yet here he was not able to solve a problem about women. Not that he had problems with women, no it was in fact the opposite. Women threw themselves at him just so that they could say they slept with the famous Albus Dumbledore. He was fine with it and had even abused his fame somewhat. That is until he met her.

All of his problems revolved around her. He'd come to Hogwarts for a peaceful existence away from the public eye teaching his favorite subject, transfiguration. For the first two days of his new career it seem his plan was working fantastically. That is until he saw her. He'd been struck dumb.

He had never seen anything as beautiful in his life. It was in that first second that he'd fallen in a love never to come out of it again. Her name was Minerva Mcgonagall. She was a smart and vibrant sixth year student who never let anything hold her back. If she decided she wanted something she'd go after and get it.

She had perfect ivory skin that was lightly kissed with a tan from her quiditch practices. Her long ebony hair contrasted sharply with her pale features but made her even more beautiful. She stood tall and always had a slight smile on her full red lips. And even though he prided himself on being a gentleman he couldn't help but notice she had the most amazing figure he'd ever seen. Though the thing that attracted him most to her was her eyes. The were the deepest green he'd ever seen. It seemed to Albus that he could tell exactly what her mood was just by looking into her eyes.

He'd fallen in love with one of his students, something he knew was wrong but couldn't stop. And that was where his problem lay. He loved her, but it would be going against everything he believed in to act on his feelings. He also didn't know if she felt the same way about him.

Minerva Mcgonagall would never love him. He already knew. He was an over exaggerated man of thirty-two. While she was perfect and only eighteen years old. She thought of him as her transfiguration professor and maybe something of a mentor. Or at least that's what he told himself several times a day.

He sighed again and ran his hand through his hair. He was running out of time to make his decision. The NEWT testing was over and the seventh year students were officially done with their schooling. In four more days they would go home never to grace the halls as a student again.

Which ment he either told Minerva how he felt about her or lost his chance, possibly forever. Because he had no doubt that other men would be lining up to be with Minerva. She had been the beau of the school since her fourth year.

He would have continued his internal debate all night if he hadn't been interrupted by a knock on the door to his rooms. He stopped pacing and looked at the door bewildered. It was midnight three hours past curfew, so it couldn't be a student. But what would a professor be doing up here at this time of night.

With a frown he walked over to the door. He only hoped it wasn't ancient ruins professor, Maja Hammond, she had been practically stalking him since he got here. Not that he had anything against the woman but he didn't fancy sleeping with someone old enough to his grandmother. He shivered mentally as he opened the door.

Whatever he had been expecting it wasn't a scarcely clad Minerva Mcgonagall. He felt his heart in his throat and his eyes widen as her drunk in the sight of her. She was wearing a silky robe over, who knows what else, that only went down to mid thigh. The robe was also open a little in the front for him to see more cleavage that he'd ever thought he'd see.

He'd never seen anything as arousing despite the countless women he'd slept with over the years. Against his will his anatomy was starting to react to the goddess in front of him.

"May I come in, Professor?" Minerva asked. The question itself was perfectly normal but the way she said professor made it sound like something extremely erotic.

"O...of course." Albus answered with stutter, a slight blush, and his voice a note or three higher than normal.

Minerva smiled and walked past him into his drawing room. Not knowing what else to do he followed her like the love sick puppy he was. All the while cursing himself for not being able to stay composed.

They stopped in the middle of his drawing room and for a few minutes just stared at each other. Minerva with apparent ease and Albus with some difficulty as he had to harshly remind himself repeatedly that he must keep his eyes on her face and not her chest or legs. Which he had just seen for the first time and looked to be sculpted by the gods themselves. His appreciation for quiditch just rose hugely.

The without warning Minerva moved swiftly towards him and kissed him full on the mouth. Albus's brain froze as he felt Minerva's incredibly soft lips touching his. She was so close that he could smell her scent of soft lavender and felt her body pressing against his. It was intoxicating and he found he could feel his self control slipping but somehow he couldn't find himself caring.

Before he even could even understand the situation, his body reacted and made the decision for him. He kissed Minerva back and soon though he didn't even realize it happening Minerva had helped him out of his robes and the button up shirt he wore underneath. He meanwhile had his hand under her robe and was caressing her supple breasts.

His brain process returned to him when Minerva moaned, loudly. His eyes snapped open and he observed the scene for the first time. His mouth was kissing/biting a trail down Minerva's neck to her breast's. It was then when he noticed they were on the floor and he was on top of Minerva. Minerva herself was practically naked only some lace knickers covering her, her robe had been discarded an indeterminable amount of time earlier. Her breathing was heavy and her hands were digging into Albus's shoulders begging for his attention elsewhere.

He stopped somewhat comically with his mouth open against her neck in mid suckle as his actions registered. He was three articles of clothing and a hairs breath of self control away from having sex with a student.

Slowly with wide eyes he moved his head from the crook of her neck and looked her in the eyes. Her hair was frazzled and she sported a slight blush on her ivory cheeks but other wised looked amused at the look on his face. Albus had never been more attracted to her. His resolve slipped a bit more.

He opened his mouth to say something unintelligent when Minerva kissed his softly on the corner of his mouth.

"I love you Albus Dumbledore and I have since the first moment you stepped into my life." she said softly but her voice held such sincerity that Albus couldn't help but believe her. He froze when she said this. Could this be true? His mind screamed. Could the women he loved really return his affections?

"Y..You're my student." he stuttered out lamely.

Minerva merely raised a disbelieving eyebrow. "Not as of six hours ago." she replied lazily.

"I'm fourteen years older than you." Albus argued. Even though he wanted nothing more than to continue on with their earlier actions. He didn't even know why he was arguing with her.

Minerva sighed exasperated. She leaned forward so that she was whispering directly into his ear. Sending small shivers of delight down his spine. "I love you Albus Dumbledore, and I've seen the way you look at me. Right now I want nothing more than to have you inside of me." As she was speaking she slowly drug a finger down his muscled chest and onto the bulge of his trouser's.

The last action broke his resolve and he eagerly picked up where he left off. Only this time he was completely aware of every little sound Minerva made and he committed certain spots to memory.

It wasn't until they were both drifting off into an exhausted slumber on the floor of his drawing room that Albus said the words Minerva had come to hear.

"I love you Minerva." he said softly as he kissed her shoulder. It was the last thing she heard before she fell asleep in Albus's arms.

authors note.

Just so everyone knows this story doesn't center on Albus and Minerva, you'll see what I mean next chapter. Have fun reading and review.!!