Written for the Lightning Round Competition to write a drabble of exactly 100 words.
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Everyone thought Albus Dumbledore was rational.
He knew he was not.
Mouth slightly dry, he flicked his bright blue eyes up from the ageing book he was reading to Gellert Grindelwald who rested gracefully against a tree. Albus' gaze caught on golden trails of hair sliding down his face, to his usual merry eyes that were closed against the sun and down to soft tempting lips that were parted slightly in the light breeze.
As always, his fixation only lasted a moment before he looked away.
He never allowed himself any more time.
After all, it was only a dream.