DUMBLEDORE CHUCKLED
Albus Dumbledore sat in his familiar high-backed chair at the center of the teachers table in the great hall one Monday evening late in March. He had been contemplating rumors he had heard over this past weekend, and debating whether it was wise to talk about it with the fellow professors. He couldn't help himself as he was extremely curious. He decided that it couldn't hurt to ask them if they had been hearing similar rumors over the weekend.
"Minerva," Dumbledore said quietly as he leaned to his left. McGonagall looked at Dumbledore, quickly finished chewing her small bite of treacle tart, swallowed pointedly then said.
"Yes Albus?"
"I was just wondering if you had heard the rumors that Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy were caught snogging in the passageway behind the tapestry of Fredrick-son the fiddler on the fifth floor Friday night?" Minerva had taken another bite of her treacle tart, but suddenly spewed it all over her plate as she gasped with her eyes bulging.
"What?" she exclaimed. Dumbledore chuckled and patted her on the shoulder. The students closest to that end of the hall had heard McGonagall's out burst and were starring curiously. She quickly composed herself again, and gave them all pointed looks which said "Go Back To Your Deserts Or Else". Dumbledore knew that McGonagall would want to know more but he himself did not know it yet so he ignored her continuing glances at him. Obviously she had not been listening to the whispers floating about the castle as much as he had. He continued with his own musing until he saw that McGonagall had accepted she would receive no further information on the matter. She was obviously miffed at him. Dumbledore thought perhaps Snape would have heard more being in the dungeons and close to the Slytherin's.
"Severus," Dumbledore said leaning to his right. Snape had been finished eating for a few minutes now, he was sitting there stony faced and bored.
"Hmm." Was all he replied, not moving a muscle except his eyes, which slowly moved to look into Dumbledore's.
"I was just wonder if you had heard the rumors about Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy snogging on Friday night?" Snape's mouth turned down into a sneer.
"Potter, is shagging my godson?" He said with obvious disgust in his tone. Dumbledore chuckled again.
"Now, now Severus. I said snogging not shagging. There is a large difference. Alas, however I am under the conclusion you have not yet heard if this news is indeed fact or if it is fiction." Snape glared at Dumbledore then went back to sitting with perfect control over his features. Dumbledore moved his attention now to Harry sitting beside his two best friends Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table. Harry though was ignoring his two best friends, looking down at his plate - clearly lost in thought. Harry looked up suddenly towards the Slytherin table, Dumbledore followed his eyes. He was looking at Draco, who was lifting his eyebrows in Harry's direction. Both boys smiled, and then got up to leave their tables without a word to anyone else. When they got to the hall outside Draco grabbed Harry's hand and they ran off together. Looking to his right Dumbledore saw Snape gaping in horror at the doors out of the great hall. Then he looked to his left and saw McGonagall's face turning purple as she held her breath in, her eyes bulging again. Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, folded his hands together, and chuckled.