Post by OSUSprinks on Nov 8, 2007 1:17:07 GMT -5
I hate the title of this but it is late and I am tired. I have been meaning to write this since Sunday but I only now had time. Sigh... Why are vacations never really vacations?
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Pomona knocked on the door before giving the password and entering with a shake of her head. Every year for the last five years she had known the man, it had been the same thing. The first time she had felt sorry for him, but this time she was more frustrated than anything.
Every year since Filius had joined the staff at Hogwarts, he and Albus had spent the night of September 1st in a pudding eating contest. It had started as a friendly joke between the two friends about who was the bigger lover of sweets and devolved into a hard fought competition which found them “training” as Filius put it, for weeks before the night in question.
Minerva and Pomona, who were the two left to take care of the subsequently ill wizards, one by virtue of being Albus’ wife and the other of being Filius’ closest friend, had determined that this year would be the last year. If nothing else, it would certainly be the last year they would be found taking care of the foolish men.
Pomona entered Filius’ chamber bedroom without knocking and was surprised to find him resting comfortably on his large bed, not doubled over with pain on the floor.
“Ah Pomona, right on time.” He smiled and patted the bed next to him, indicating she should sit.
“You were expecting me? Why? I mean, you seem fine, so there is no reason for me to be here.” She sat, though she wished she were invited there under different circumstances.
“Actually it occurred to me last year that if I took one of Poppy’s potions before the feast, I would be able to completely enjoy my favorite part of the competition.”
“And what is that?” She reclined back against his headboard.
“The part where you are here, taking care of me, and if I’m as lucky as last year, falling asleep here beside me.”
“Fil, I-“
Her words were cut off by his kiss and all thought was lost in the movement of his hands across her body and the feel of his chest under her fingertips.
Needless to say, Minerva was quite displeased when very early the next morning Pomona, who she had caught sneaking away from Filius’ rooms, announced she could not wait for the wizards’ next competition and that frankly, she probably would not.
*wink*
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Pomona knocked on the door before giving the password and entering with a shake of her head. Every year for the last five years she had known the man, it had been the same thing. The first time she had felt sorry for him, but this time she was more frustrated than anything.
Every year since Filius had joined the staff at Hogwarts, he and Albus had spent the night of September 1st in a pudding eating contest. It had started as a friendly joke between the two friends about who was the bigger lover of sweets and devolved into a hard fought competition which found them “training” as Filius put it, for weeks before the night in question.
Minerva and Pomona, who were the two left to take care of the subsequently ill wizards, one by virtue of being Albus’ wife and the other of being Filius’ closest friend, had determined that this year would be the last year. If nothing else, it would certainly be the last year they would be found taking care of the foolish men.
Pomona entered Filius’ chamber bedroom without knocking and was surprised to find him resting comfortably on his large bed, not doubled over with pain on the floor.
“Ah Pomona, right on time.” He smiled and patted the bed next to him, indicating she should sit.
“You were expecting me? Why? I mean, you seem fine, so there is no reason for me to be here.” She sat, though she wished she were invited there under different circumstances.
“Actually it occurred to me last year that if I took one of Poppy’s potions before the feast, I would be able to completely enjoy my favorite part of the competition.”
“And what is that?” She reclined back against his headboard.
“The part where you are here, taking care of me, and if I’m as lucky as last year, falling asleep here beside me.”
“Fil, I-“
Her words were cut off by his kiss and all thought was lost in the movement of his hands across her body and the feel of his chest under her fingertips.
Needless to say, Minerva was quite displeased when very early the next morning Pomona, who she had caught sneaking away from Filius’ rooms, announced she could not wait for the wizards’ next competition and that frankly, she probably would not.
*wink*
