AN/- hey, this the final chapter hope you liked the story-just a little random thing that crossed my mind thought I should share it with everybody-anyways I hope you share your thoughts on it by reviewing. Thanks!

Chapter 2

Unprepared Surprise

"Where is she?" muttered Albus as he looked around the kitchen for an answer, which Mrs. McGonagall gave very willingly.

"She's up in Malcolm's room, why don't you go up and drag her with you," said Mrs McGonagall smiling and Albus chuckled and nodded.

"Alright, I shall do that then," he replied getting up his warm cup of cocoa left untouched.

Albus climbed up the staircase slowly, he realised he hadn't touched the cocoa that Mrs. McGonagall had prepared for him even though it was his favourite beverage of all, he just wasn't in the mood for a cup of cocoa tonight, he had too much playing on his mind, he had to answer ministry calls, he had to help Alastor on information about Grindlewald. He didn't seem to have any time anymore to enjoy the smaller things in his life like his night time cocoa, his love life was a disaster and he was going to die with the excess of sugar intake that he took with the bags of candy he ate daily.

Minerva was the only person keeping him grounded, he was glad they were working on the same things, because if it weren't for Minerva then he'd have worked himself to death. Minerva knew exactly when they needed to take breaks, when they needed to remove their frustration by going into Hogsmeade or Hogshead to get drunk and sleep till really late or just laugh next to the lake or throw pebbles into the lake or go for a swim or play the craziest pranks on peeves-she knew exactly how to cheer him up and he loved her for it. He loved her for everything. Albus shook that thought of his head-how would she take it, if she knew he loved her, maybe she'd laugh at him, after all why in the world would she want to love him, they were friends-yes that's what they were, it felt like a trap around his neck but it was true-they were friends and nothing else.

Albus cleared his mind and sighed as he knocked on Malcolm's door but no one replied. Albus rolled his eyes; he knew Malcolm was an idiot just like his brother who thought trying to ignore people at the door was a cool thing to do because if they walked in on you it would mean you owed them something for breach of privacy. Silly games, thought Albus muttering something about people born five years younger to him.

Minerva turned her head towards the door as she heard someone knock at the door, she wanted to answer it, but if it was her mother, she would die of a heart attack on seeing her son with another woman.

The knocking continued and Malcolm grew anxious, he merely wished for some quality time with—who was she again? How did that matter, it never did.

"Bloody hell, who is it?" asked Malcolm thundering past Minerva.

"It's me—I was wondering if I could have word with your sister Malcolm?" Albus said from outside as Malcolm gulped.

Jane's eyes went wide, Minerva though had a smile on her lips, she was caught now the little cheap wh-.

"Ummm...Who is me?" asked Malcolm trying to win some time so that Jane could possibly get decent, but she seemed to have put on a brave face and was sitting under the sheets waiting for him.

Albus rolled his eyes and tried opening the door, but Malcolm pushed it from the other side. This was odd behaviour on Malcolm's part-Albus's curiosity took the better of him, he knew Malcolm was hiding something—something he didn't want him to see, and so like ordinary men Albus's desire to know the secret behind the door magnified greatly. He pushed the door open.

Albus smiled at first but his smile dropped, he knew what he was seeing was not false, he obviously didn't know what to say-and so he stood there for moments till he regained his voice.

"Why-" he asked overcome with emotions he thought he had long left behind-he found deceit, anger and hatred all in one shot, he didn't wish to stand there and listen to reason, seeing what he saw was reason enough to leave, but the second Jane frowned and moved her lips to speak he was captured by her excuse.

"Why? -why? Really Albus they told me you were intelligent-you never have time for anyone but yourself and Minerva-you never want to do anything with anyone but Minerva-you never had feelings for me-it was always Minerva this and Minerva that-Minerva's going to help me with corrections-Minerva and I are going to the club do you want to come? I've had it with you and Minerva-so why don't you just go shag your Minerva," shouted Jane throwing the ring at his feet.

"Truth was I never did love you, just the attention-I guess we've punished each other equally," smiled Jane fluttered her eyelashes, rose to her feet pulled a dress robe over her and apparated to a place no one knew where.

Malcolm looked from Albus to Minerva and gulped they didn't seem pleased at all.

"What-?" he said as they glared at him.

"Malcolm-don't you think you need to explain your behaviour," said Minerva sternly.

"Nope!" smiled Malcolm as he walked out the room, pulling his hair out of his eyes.

Minerva was going to shout out to him but she was so perplexed that she didn't know what to do but apologise to Albus herself. She turned to him and found him smiling to himself, a knowing grin flashed his face, it made his face brighten up much more than Minerva had seen in these past few months, she knew Albus was a bit odd and so she went on with what she was going to do.

"Albus-I'm sorry, I had no idea what Malcolm was up to-I'd tell you if I knew," she said apologetically.

"It's weird you know-" Albus muttered.

"What is-?" she asked pushing a flick of stray hair behind her ear.

"That out of everything Jane has every said, the last thing she said to me is the only thing she's ever said right," he said.

"I don't understand-" she said frowning.

"It's simple—I was so, so stupid!" he said walking up to her.

"Ok, are you feeling alright?" she asked worriedly-this was the first time Minerva had ever seen or heard some react this way after a break-up.

"I am now," he said closing the distant between them with his lips.

They stood there for a really long time, their lips in each other's embrace, he wanted to swing her around, he loved her madly and he was saying it without words-he always thought theirs was a sort of a silent relationship, maybe it was true actions did speak louder than words.

"What do you think?" he asked her resting his forehead on her so that he could see clearly into her eyes.

"I glad you didn't love Jane," she said suddenly, trying to change the topic she was afraid she might say something thoroughly inappropriate.

"Why is that?" he asked his hands cupping her face.

"Because you can't love two people at the same time, can you?" she asked softly.

"No, just you," he said solemnly kissing her again.

Behind that room door Mrs. McGonagall and Mrs. Dumbledore stood giggling to themselves swatting each other's arms as their laughter and happiness grew bigger.