Dumbledore's Patience
[Note: This is a small one-shot story about a brief moment between Harry Potter and Dumbledore, both fictional characters belonging to J.K Rowling. This short story is played for humour only, it contains slight homosexual themes played for laughs, not romance. This story is a fan fiction I created and I do not claim any of these characters as mine.]
"Wait." Said Dumbledore. "I... I didn't mean all that Harry." Harry glanced back and looked into Dumbledore's eyes. "I know, sir." For a moment, the room was filled with silence, before it echoed Harry's footsteps toward Dumbledore. "My dear boy, what are you-" "Shhh…" Harry interrupted placing his finger on Dumbledore's lips. "No one has to know…" "No, it… it wouldn't be appropriate!" Dumbledore fiercely denied, and turned away from Harry. "I think it's time for you to leave Potter-" Dumbledore was stunned as he looked back. "Dear God, put that away Harry!" He exclaimed. "I must ask you to leave at once! Any more of this will force me to deduct your house points!" He leaned in closer and whispered, "We wouldn't want that being announced at the end of the year now, would we?" Harry put his Slytheirin back into his Griffindor and Hufflepuffed his way out of the room.
"At last that's over" Dumbledore sighed in relief. "Any longer and I would have had to Ravenclaw that sweet ass."