Harry walked into his dorm room, stopping for a second. He was sweaty and tired from practice. All he
wanted was to go to sleep. But his instincts were on red alert. He sensed something that made him
scared.
He took off his shirt and threw aside the curtain to his bed. Someone was there! Long, old robes, a
long old body. The half-moon spectacles, a long beard, why was Dumbledore laying so suggestively
on his bed?
Sprawled out like a Playboy model, Harry didn't even have time to say anything when Dumbledore
pulled him onto the bed.
"Call me Albus!!!!!" he said before pulling him into a passionate kiss. Harry tried his best to kiss him
back, but got a mouthful of Albus' beard. He gagged. Albus tasted like he hadn't taken a shower in
weeks!
"I may be old, but I have plenty of passion to go around!" Harry wasn't able to tell Albus he was
choking, Albus was feeling along his chest.
As Harry began to see spots, he managed to realize that he loved Albus Dumbledore.