Secret Crushes, A Letter, and A Challenge
Summary: MMAD/OOC. Albus and Minerva experience a…shall we say…moment of silence? M for a reason.
"Minerva, I don't see how I lived without you. You were my best friend from the moment you spoke, my lover from the moment we touched, my angel from the moment we kissed. Even in death, I think of you always and forever as the only person I will ever love with body, mind, and spirit. But I have a secret, one that I have hidden for many years, one that I shall tell you tonight after we make love, the real kind, for the first time. I'll come to you and for you. Be ready."
Harry's POV
Professor McGonagall was flushed after she read the letter. I recognized Dumbledore's handwriting before she thrusted the letter into her pocket. Something was going to happen, and because I missed the one and only man I've ever trusted, I wanted to see.
I used my cloak to stand outside McGonagall's door after hours. Inside, she was doing something pleasurable. Perhaps Dumbledore was giving her a massage? But the pleasured sounds were coming from a man, not a woman. Then McGonagall spoke.
"Why are you letting me do this to you?"
"Keep going," a man replied. It was Dumbledore!
"I don't understand."
"I like it inside my rectum. You don't go deep enough for me. Maybe I should go back to Xavier. He misses me."
"I still don't understand. Why am I doing this?"
"Because you love me and want to pleasure me and make me happy. Oh! Right there! Keep going!"
"Not on my bed sheets! Get out of my chamber, Albus Dumbledore! You no longer pleasure me, and you certainly do not love me!"
"Fine, I'll leave. By the way, I wrote that letter for Xavier. I thought I could pleasure you before I told you my secret, that I'm a homosexual, but…you do not love me as much as I thought. This is goodbye, Professor McGonagall."
"But wait…!" she wailed, but a whooshing sound revealed that something was a portkey, but I had no idea what. **
The next morning, Professor McGonagall was missing. A quick search revealed her body lying beneath the whomping willow, her body a crumpled mess. She was nine hundred eighty-five and sixty-seven days old. She will be missed. ***
*A/N: I told you it was OOC! But some of you didn't listen! No complaints about it, unless you're flaming the plot itself. If anything connects to the OOC warning, then you're officially stupid, so flame wisely. Compliments are also accepted.
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