A/N: The usual disclaimers apply here; I am not J.K. Rowling, nor do I own any of the characters or places in this story. Also, I did not invent lemon drops ;)
MORE LEMON DROPS
Minerva McGonagall raised her arm wearily to knock on the heavy oak door guarding the Headmasters' office. As the door creaked open the over-powering smell of lemons wafted around the room, hitting her like a brick wall.
What is it with Albus and those damn lemon drops? Minerva had been Hogwarts' Transfiguration Professor for three years now and had become very close friends with Albus Dumbledore. In that time, there was not a single day in which Minerva had not seen Albus consume a lemon drop. Blasted things.
Albus was nowhere to be seen as Minerva tried to overcome the stench of the citrus fruit sweets.
"Albus?" she called. "Albus, are you here?" Her question was answered almost immediately as her former Professor poked his head around the door to the bedroom.
"Ah, good afternoon, my dear. How was your day?" He smiled and pecked her on the cheek.
"Average… as usual. Yours?"
"Well, I think I may have just the thing to cheer you up!" He exclaimed joyfully, "Well, at least, I hope so." He added in an undertone.
"Albus, why does your office smell so strongly of lemons?"
"Perhaps you should take a look at my desk." That was a strange request but, all the same, Minerva obeyed and padded behind the, normally cluttered, mahogany desk. What she saw made her gasp.
Spread out across the desk were, probably, hundreds of lemon drops arranging into a message; 'MARRY ME MINERVA?'
Her heart skipped a beat and her breath hitched in her throat. Was he seriously asking her to marry him?
"Albus, dear… are you serious?" She gazed into his captivating sapphire eyes, searching for the truth.
"Of course I am. So, what shall your answer be my lady?" He held her gaze. He was not lying.
"Well… if that is the case… of course I will marry you." She fell into his warm embrace and captured his lips in a passionate kiss.
Perhaps lemon drops weren't so bad, after all.