A/N:Blah blah,I don't own any oftheHarry Potter characters, thank god. I do own the fcked up fetishes they have. Enjoy?
Hagrid wound Dumbledore's beard enticingly around his finger, eyeing his prey. He watched the old man's breath flutter, as his frail heart began to beat at full capacity. Hagrid pulled him in for the kill. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with the lust and longing that Hagrid had always wanted to see since he was a young child. Their mouths met, gasping for breath Hagrid explored every wrinkle and crease of the professor's face. Passionately, they entwined their bodies together, and pruned hands felt for the button of Hagrid's raggedy shirt. He undid them all in 0.25 seconds with the skill of an experienced man whore.
"Heat me up and eat me like a caramel toffee." The old man demanded.
Hagrid grinned seductively in response. He mumbled, while nibbling Dumbledore's ear, "With gusto."
There came a sharp knocking at the door, and as it swung open Professor McGonagall walked in. She saw before her Albus and Hagrid's massive back pouring over a muggle newspaper.
"Quite interesting, really. These muggles nowadays and their Michael Jackson scandals. They can't all be like that, can they?" Dumbledore asked curiously.
"No, I'm afraid not, Albus," Minerva answered. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything." She saw Hagrid shift a little in his seat.
"O' course not, we was just talking about them muggles," Hagrid gestured to the paper, but still did not turn to face her. His voice seemed uneven, and somewhat nervous. She assumed their discussion had struck a sensitive cord with the half-giant. His muggle father certainly did seem to be a soft spot for him.
Continuing as if she hadn't noticed, "I found Potter and Malfoy in the Forbidden Forest. They were … frolicking." She paused, as if finding the right words. "Naked. And they appeared to be re-enacting wood nymph foreplay. Except, the leaves they were using have created a most terrible rash. It's certainly most awkward for me to punish them, and I was hoping you could talk some sense into them. Perhaps, you would take the right action?"
Dumbledore nodded slowly. "Of course, and where might they be?" He picked up the paper and began to inspect it, seeming not to notice it was up-side down.
"In the hospital wing. I shall be seeing you there, I suppose?" Minerva headed towards the door.
"Yes, I shall be coming … shortly," Albus replied. A faint smile covered his face. Hagrid started coughing uncontrollably.
As the door shut and they heard the footsteps heading down the stairs.
A mischievous look spread across Dumbledore's face. "Hagrid?" He looked up slowly in response. "Take me now." With that, the man launched himself across the desk, land on top of the gigantic partner which sat across from him.
"Now, where were we?" Hagrid asked, his rough hands running themselves along Dumbledore's slim torso.
"I think you were going to take me, with gusto."