This idea hit me before and I felt the need to write it down. This may stay as a one-shot or I'll make it into a story depending on the feedback I get, and whether or not I feel like it.
It's totally random, with no actual meaning or plot. Enjoy.
"Hmm... that was... so good," whispered Harry, keeping his eyes closed. "We should definately do that again some time..."
The soft, feminine fingers of his bed-parted brushed some of his black hair out of his face. Harry gave a low purr and continued speaking quietly.
"I have to confess... I can't actually remember who you are. But that doesn't matter, does it?"
The fingers cupped his cheek gently. No, it didn't matter. Harry kissed the fingertips softly. They tasted of strawberries.
"I remember a few things," he confessed. "I remember a thong... and I remember that you looked so nice in it..."
His partner was kissing his chest now, those light lips working over the firm muscles. Harry chuckled.
"We should definately do it again sometime..."
"I couldn't agree more."
Harry's heart almost stopped as he leapt up, his green eyes taking in the rumpled form of his partner. Long black hair with grey streaks, dark eyes, a slightly twisted smile...
"Professor McGonagoll!" he exclaimed, leaping up and running naked from the room.