2. Durmstrang Year. #1

Draco had been beside himself with excitement the year that the Hogwarts students, and more importantly, teachers, came to Durmstrang. He tried his best to conceal it, but his mind kept wondering as he imagined the scene that would occur when they arrived.

He was nervous. Nervous and excited at the same time, as he pictured the welcoming ceremony, playing out every possible scenario inside his head. He happily daydreamed of a scene where he and Dumbledore were reunited in a passionate embrace. He tormented himself with a scene where he approached the headmaster and was turned away. It was foolish to waste so much time imagining this, it would come soon enough. Draco just had no idea how it would be.

When at last the day came, the huge hall at Durmstrang was decorated lavishly. Draco, as head boy, had to oversee much of the decorating work and he was glad of the distraction. Had he been left to his own devices, he would have undoubtedly have worked himself up into a panic about the looming ceremony.

Beauxbatons were admitted first, building up more and more tension and anxiety in Draco's mind as he stood, waiting, at the front of the hall alongside the other prefects and headmaster Karkaroff. He felt so conspicuous. Generally he was confident enough these days to stand up in front of the school and carry out any prefect duties that were assigned to him. On this occasion he would much rather have sat down and hidden amongst his peers. He was afraid that him being so prominent in the welcoming party might be interpreted as him 'throwing himself' at Dumbledore, which he had promised not to do. However, these days Draco was gifted at appearing calm and controlled even when he didn't feel it, so he showed no outward signs of his inner turmoil as Karkaroff announced the arrival of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

It took over a minute from the opening of the great door, to the moment that the Hogwarts group reached the podium at the opposite end of the room. Draco was not sure if he drew a single breath, or if his heart managed a single beat the whole time! He cast an eye over the students, recognising the faces, although they looked a little older and more mature, as was he. He scanned the group but ultimately couldn't tear his eyes away from the imposing figure of the headmaster.

Dumbledore had been similarly nervous about the prospect of seeing Draco again after so long. Although nerves like this were an unusual thing for him to experience but never the less, he was accomplished at hiding them. However, his heart was pounding as he set eyes on the beautiful young man with whom he had once been so close.

Draco looked positively irresistible! If he had been beautiful at 15, it was nothing compared to how he was at 17. He was still tall and slim, but his body had filled out a little, his shoulders were still delicate and elegant but were less child like. His hair was cut quite differently than it had been previously. It was short at the back but with a stylish sweeping fringe across his face. Albus had liked him very much with long hair, but had to admit this new style was extremely attractive. Draco was smartly dressed in a fitted uniform, which was more elaborately decorated than the other students, because he was head boy. Albus found it hard not to stare at him but their eyes locked together and, embarrassed, they both looked away, Draco flushing a little.

It was more awkward still when he had to step forward and shake Dumbledore's hand as Karkaroff presented him.

'And our head boy!' Karkaroff had beamed. 'You know Malfoy, of course Albus. He vos von of your own!'

Draco reached for Dumbledore's hand and the moment they touched he felt like a bolt of lightning had struck him. They looked into each other's eyes, the feelings that they felt were so intense Draco wondered how it was that everyone in the hall had failed to notice!

The tension between them didn't look too conspicuous to the crowd of onlookers, although Karkaroff, who was standing beside them, did wonder why neither of them had managed to speak.

It was decided that Draco, the ambassador of the school that he was, should be the person to show the visiting headmaster around, whilst Karkaroff escorted Madame Maxine.

The guest students safely shown to their respective dormitories and common rooms , the head teachers tours began. They started out in the same place, visiting some of the key areas of the school. During this time Karkaroff did most of the talking, which Draco was glad about. It was only when the time came to show the visitors to their private rooms that Draco and Dumbledore finally found themselves alone.

Left alone in the corridor, Draco turned to Dumbledore.

'It's so good to see you professor!' He gushed.

'It is very good to see you too.' Dumbledore returned the sentiments, unable to discipline his eyes and prevent them from roving all over the boy who stood before him.

'I'm sorry I didn't write to you sooner.' Draco continued, conversation feeling easy now that it was just the two of them.

'I'm sorry I didn't reply to your letter.' Dumbledore apologised humbly. 'I was already out of the country on vacation when it arrived and by the time I returned it was almost time to come here.'

'It's alright professor.' Draco replied. 'I thought that might be the case. I should have written sooner.'

'Not at all Draco.' Dumbledore soothed him. 'I am pleased that your life has been so busy and interesting that you did not have the time or the need to write to me.'

'I did want to write.' Draco said. 'But I didn't want to pester you. I knew you would be busy.'

Dumbledore was about to answer him when Draco stopped outside a large door.

'This is your room.' He said nervously.

He pulled the key from his pocket and opened the door. He stepped inside, holding the door open for Albus who followed him.

Draco's mouth felt dry and he trembled with nerves and anticipation.

'There's a, lovely view... of the forest...' Draco began, gesturing towards the window. 'And the, fireplace is made of... Italian... marble...' Draco tried his best to do his tour guide duties. 'The fabric for the curtains... came from...'

'Draco.' Dumbledore whispered, suddenly inches from the boy. Poor Draco was so nervous, Albus had to try and calm him. Let his know that there really was no need to be so formal, even if they were not planning to reignite their physical relationship...

'Yes?' Draco gasped, as Albus stood entirely too close to him. He felt his knees go weak.

Dumbledore placed one hand on Draco's waist. He was only trying to be supportive and soothing, however his body had other ideas. Physically close to Draco once more, his cock stiffened as if it independently remembered this boy and wanted him, just as it had done in the past!

Eyes locked together and both breathing heavily, the atmosphere in the room was electric as they both realised, simultaneously, that there really was no question over if they would reunite as lovers this year. The only question was when?

Drawn by an almost magnetic force, they leant towards each other, lips millimetres apart when Karkaroff spoke.

'I trust you like your room Albus!' His voice boomed as he entered the room.

In his nervousness, Draco had not shut the door.

Karkaroff started as he took in the scene before him, the two figures standing inappropriately close to each other, Albus's hand on Draco's slender waist.

'Oh!' He remarked, eye brows raised.

Dumbledore and Draco jumped apart at once.

'It's a wonderful room thank you, Igor.' Dumbledore said hurriedly.

Draco looked very awkward.

'I'll go now professor, Sir.' He said quickly and scampered from the room as fast as he could.

Karkaroff smiled a knowing smile at Albus.

'This room has a particularly nice view of the forest, although perhaps you ver too distracted to notice?' He grinned.

'Igor, it's not what you might think...' Dumbledore began, but Karkaroff stopped him.

'Ah, Albus! You owe no explanation to me! That sort of thing, vell, is commonplace here at Durmstrang. Over the years I have had many young companions. However, I had no idea that the Malfoy boy vos yours! That explains why he never accepted my attention last year.'

'What?' Dumbledore gasped.

'I vos hardly not going to ask him, Albus, now vos I?' Karkaroff laughed. 'But I am never forceful with my attentions. Draco, he vos clearly not interested. Now I understand why.'

Albus, for all his insistence that Draco didn't have to be 'faithful' to him, was secretly very glad that Draco had turned Karkaroff down. He didn't like to think of Draco taking another older man as a lover. He would not resent Draco finding a proper relationship with someone his own age... Well, not much anyway, but had to admit, he didn't want Draco to find someone to find someone who directly replaced him.

Karkaroff left Albus to unpack his personal belongings and prepare for the evening meal. 'Commonplace at Durmstrang...' Albus thought to himself. He supposed that there were a good many practices that would be frowned on at Hogwarts which were commonplace at Durmstrang!

Dinner was a long and gruelling affair. Draco sat with his fellow prefects next to the top table where the staff were seated. He pushed his food nervously around his plate, his eyes flicking regularly back to Dumbledore, who was experiencing similar difficulties.

When at last the meal was over everyone stood to leave.

'Malfoy!' Karkaroff summoned.

Draco jumped to attention.

'Yes Sir?' He asked keenly.

'Malfoy, you are looking rather unvell this evening. I am vorried about your health. I vould suggest that you can be excused from your Saturday morning duties tomorrow and rest. Spend the morning in bed... If you vish...' He smiled a sordid smile. 'Goodnight Malfoy.' He said, departing before Draco could respond.

Draco turned round and saw Dumbledore standing up to leave the table. The large room was clearing of people. Their eyes met once again.

Dumbledore approached him cautiously but helplessly. Even he couldn't fight this.

'Do you remember the way to your room professor?' Draco asked, his voice raw with need.

'I think, I may need you to show me again, Draco. If you would be so kind.' Dumbledore breathed.

Eyes dilated and heart pounding, Draco replied.

'This way.'

And Dumbledore followed him from the hall.

Albus opened the door to his room and stepped inside. Draco glanced each way in the corridor to make sure there were no witnesses and followed him in. He shut the door and turned the key in the lock. He and Dumbledore were alone at last!

It was hard to know which one of them had moved first. It could have been Draco, but it could just as easily have been Dumbledore. They simultaneously pounced onto each other, diving into a passionate embrace.

Dumbledore was slightly stronger and he pushed Draco back against the door. Draco was glad of the support to remain upright.

Their lips locked together in voraciously hungry kisses, sucking, pulling and biting at each other. A year's worth of frustrations pouring out through their frenzied caresses.

Hands groped wildly as they both seemed to want to touch every inch of each other as if to confirm that they were really there, really together again. Possessively, Albus cupped Draco's face, stroking over his neck, his shoulders and his chest. His other hand at Draco's hip holding him firmly. Draco clung on to Dumbledore's shoulder as if he had no intention of ever letting him get away. His fingers slipped into his long hair whilst his other hand slipped around his back, gripping him firmly.

But it was not enough.

They needed to be naked. Needed skin to skin contact, needed it like it was life sustaining! Ravenously, they tore each other's clothes off like hungry wolves tearing strips off each other. Draco pushed back hard against Dumbledore now, pushing him, then leading him, then being dragged by him in the direction on the bed.

Gods! Draco was gorgeous naked! His body more mature and defined than it had been while he was at Hogwarts. He was perfect and beautiful and Albus could happily have speant hours pouring over every detail of him... But not right now. It was almost criminal not to take his time and savour Draco, but this wasn't about taking time. This was about making up for lost time. This was raw need and desire. Tidal waves of lust which had been held back for too long and now were finally crashing and breaking down any barriers in their way.

Albus discarded his last item of clothing and Draco pounced onto him ferociously knocking him backwards onto the opulent guest bed. Draco straddled him.

Draco knew exactly what he wanted. He didn't very much care about foreplay. He wanted Albus's cock inside him, right now. If he went on top, if they used plenty of lube, he would be ready. Gods! he was ready!

He gripped Dumbledore's cock and, confident enough to do so, he whispered the lubrication charm and pushed back onto the rigid shaft. He slid it in slowly, overwhelmed by the sensation. He had forgotten how overpowering this was!

Albus gasped as Draco took his cock inside his hot, tight ass. He too, had forgotten just how good this was. His beautiful little Draco! His insatiable, sweet little lover, reunited with him again and somehow, even more glorious than he was before! Albus watched in awe as Draco took the full length of him and, slowly at first, began to thrust his hips back and forth, gradually increasing his speed.

Still they did not speak. Still there were no words, simply emotions, need and longing which was finally being satisfied.

Draco rode Dumbledore with greedy, grateful thrusts of his hips, taking all that he possibly could from the lover who he had missed so terribly. How could either of them ever have questioned if they would reunite this year? How could either of them have missed this chance to be together again when it had always felt so right between them? Even when it shouldn't have done! Now it could feel right, of course. Draco had come of age, Albus was technically no longer his teacher, and yes, it felt amazing now. Even better than it had before.

Relentlessly Draco rode with violent passion. Tossing his hair, his breath rasping, harsh with lust until at last Albus decided it was time to take him in hand. He grabbed Draco roughly and flipped him over onto his back, before springing on top of him like a lion on a young gazelle. Draco had cried out in shock at being thrown like that and cried out again as Dumbledore thrust into him hard in this new position. He was not in any real pain, simply caught up in the adrenalin rush of this rough, frantic sex. He gripped Albus tightly and dragged his nails down the older man's back causing an intense, satisfying sting. Dumbledore sucked hard at the sensitive skin at the side of Draco's neck, Draco moaned lustfully.

Dumbledore proceeded to rut him, driving in harder and harder, pushing Draco closer and closer towards a climax. Draco clutched and pulled at the bed sheets beneath him, his eyes screwed shut. He came hard after having been poised on the edge for what felt like a very long time! Finally, with a series of rapid, short thrusts, Albus pinned Draco down firmly and came inside him with a growl of satisfaction.

He flopped down beside the boy, panting, feeling both satisfied yet still fuelled by desire. Albus pulled Draco close and dragged the blankets over them to keep them warm.

Draco was panting too, his breathing fast and his heart beat even faster. He and Albus embraced each other, smothering each other in warm kisses and tender yet enthusiastic caresses. It was hard to tell if they were laughing, crying or something in-between. There were still no words, it was simply wonderful to be together again.

At length, Draco sat up. It was time to talk now. They had to talk at some point, they couldn't simply kiss forever, as nice as that would be. Hand resting on Albus's arm, Draco smiled.

'I wasn't sure if you'd want to be with me.' He whispered.

Albus propped himself up on his elbows.

'How could I not want to be with you?' He smiled. 'I wasn't sure if it would be what you wanted. I was determined not to put you under any pressure.'

Draco laughed.

'Things could have changed for you over the last year.' Albus continued. 'You could have been in a relationship for all I knew.'

Draco felt a little awkward. In truth, he had had a brief relationship with a boy at Durmstrang last year. He had felt a little guilty at the time but accepted that Dumbledore and he had never made any promises to each other. Therefore he must be free to have relationships with other people. He had dated this boy for a little under five months. They had slept together and it had been ok, nice really. But they had broken up eventually. They were only young. This had been nearly 6 months ago and Draco hadn't dated since then.

'Well, I'm not.' He replied. 'Lots of things have changed for me over that last year, but I'm not involved with anyone. I don't know what you think, professor, but I think we really should make the most of the opportunity we have this year!'. He gave Albus a cheeky, playful smile.

Albus sat up and moved round behind Draco, embracing him from behind, kissing the delicate skin at the crook of his neck.

'Perhaps you're right.' He whispered seductively. 'You always were something of a hedonistic influence on me!'

Draco giggled and Dumbledore ran his hands slowly over Draco's chest, pinching his nipples firmly, making him squirm. Albus toyed with him for a while and Draco felt his desire begin to rise again. He shifted himself so that he was in Albus's lap and could feel his cock growing hard against his ass. How could someone Dumbledore's age have so much stamina? Draco wondered, although he was very glad that he did!

It was easy from this position to push Draco forward onto his hands and knees, mount him and penetrate him again for a second, long awaited fuck. Albus thrust into him, and Draco yelped before giving a satisfied gasp as his lover took hold of his hips and drilled him hard, fast and mercilessly. Draco was gorgeous, Albus thought, delightedly. Even more gorgeous than he had been. Fucking him felt so good, so right. The way he gasped with pleasure, the way he pushed back onto Albus's cock. The way he braced himself with his strong forearms so that he could take the hardest pounding that Dumbledore could give him. He was such a dream lover! Especially now, he was clearly so much more mature there would be the potential to explore so much more with him!

When Dumbledore finally came inside Draco for a second time he took Draco to climax with him in an earth-shattering orgasm which seemed to rip through both of them simultaneously. Exhausted, they flopped forwards, and Draco lay in Albus's arms while Albus spooned him, stroking him tenderly.

'Are you alright?' Albus whispered. He had been a little forceful!

'Yeah.' Smiled Draco, happy and contented. 'I think if I could just spend the next two weeks in bed with you, I'd be just fine.'

Albus laughed.

'I take it you have missed me almost as much as I have missed you?' He replied.

'More so, I expect.' Answered Draco, grinning.

They lay together in a warm embrace, Draco feeling totally relaxed and happy. This was so much better than it had been at Hogwarts! He was less stressed and more settled. Karkaroff was clearly accepting of the situation which would make the logistics of the thing easier to manage. And somehow it was easier to talk to Dumbledore too. Possibly because Draco himself was more mature, but possibly also because Dumbledore was not actually his teacher any more. Things were a little more balanced.

After half an hour, Draco was comfortable and ready to drift off to sleep and he gave quite a disconcerted whimper when Dumbledore's hand traced it's way down his body and began to toy first with his cock, and then with his asshole, which was still tingling and sore from recent use.

'Once more, Draco baby.' Dumbledore hissed seductively in Draco's ear. 'Once more, then I'll let you sleep.'

Had Dumbledore taken some kind of sexual stamina potion? Draco would never know. He whimpered as, once again, Dumbledore's long, thick cock breached his little hole and began to thrust inside him. It felt good, but he had been taken twice this evening. His moans were almost sobs at times as Dumbledore filled him again from behind, gripping him tightly and rutting hard into his poor little ass.

Draco trembled as Dumbledore used his hole for a third time. He felt sore and tender and he never for one moment thought that it would be Dumbledore who wore him out! But he wasn't going to complain! He relaxed into Dumbledore's arms and enjoyed the thrill of being used this way and found that he came before Albus did! When at last Albus climaxed and withdrew from him, Draco was left panting for breath and trembling as he felt his well-used asshole twitching and contracting now that it was empty. He wondered if he would ever feel normal there again! Perhaps a healing potion in the morning... ?

Draco turned in Albus's arms so that he faced him. He snuggled close and buried his face in Dumbledore's long beard. Albus held him tightly and, inside his head he reminded himself firmly to be gentle with his young lover! However, Draco was clearly quite alright as it was a matter of minutes before he fell asleep once Dumbledore had pulled the blankets up around them again. He smiled as he looked at the beautiful young man asleep in his arms. It was a perfect start to an exciting year.

Albus was pleasantly surprised to find that Draco had not been exaggerating in his letter. He was, in many ways, a different person this year than he had been in the past. He was more mature, more considerate of others, more polite and much more reasonable to talk to. However, he was only 17 and there were times he still needed care and support.

'What's the matter, Draco?' Albus asked as Draco sat miserably at the desk in Albus's room, his head resting in his hand.

After a moment's pause Draco responded.

'This.' He said, frustrated, as he handed Albus a sheet of parchment.

Draco,

Your mother and I waited excitedly for the announcement of the Tri-Wizard champions only to feel let down, once again, due the fact that your name was not among them.

You made rapid improvements last year which have lead us to expect more from you. Evidently the goblet of fire was able to identify that there are other students who far surpass you, which is why you were not selected.

We had planned to come to Durmstrang at the end of the year for the final challenge and for your graduation, but I am writing to inform you that, as you will not be taking part in the tournament, we will not be doing so. It would be foolish to travel all that way simply for a school leavers event, I'm sure you agree.

Yours,

L. Malfoy.

Albus's heart sank. Poor Draco! It seemed that nothing he could do was good enough. Albus rested his hand on Draco's shoulder, wondering just how upset he was going to be about this.

'He should be proud of you, he really should.' Albus whispered. 'All that you've achieved this last year! Prefect, and head boy! They both should be proud!'

Draco gave a huffy little sigh, but also a weak smile.

'Yeah, well.' He mumbled. 'I didn't do it for them, anyway. I did it for me.' He paused. 'And a bit for you, too.'

'For me?' Albus echoed, kneeling beside Draco and resting his hand on his arm.

'I wanted you to be proud of me. You taught me about being a good person and I wanted to see if I could actually do it.'

'Well you did.' Albus encouraged. 'And I am proud of you. Incredibly proud. You have achieved so much.' He kissed him softly on the cheek. 'And it doesn't matter one bit that you weren't picked for the Tri-Wizard tournament!' He exclaimed vehemently.

'I wasn't likely to be picked when I didn't even put my name in the goblet.' Draco replied flatly.

'You didn't?'

'Sporting tournaments, not really my sort of thing.' Draco replied. 'I like flying as much as the next guy, but, well... You remember how I feel about Quidditch!'

He smiled, which prompted Albus to do the same. Draco was so much more mature this year. He was upset, yes, but still capable of being reasonable and calm!

'I seem to remember an episode where you expressed a rather strong dislike of the game, yes!'

Draco laughed, blushing.

'I seem to remember you cheered me up though.' He replied. It was Albus's turn to blush.

'I am very proud of you, Draco.' Albus said after a pause. 'I am especially proud that you worked hard to achieve what you have for yourself, and not to please others.' He stood up and kissed the top of Draco's head. 'That makes me the proudest of all.' He turned to walk to the couch.

Draco sat bolt up right with a pouty frown on his face. Dumbledore turned to look at him, had he said something wrong...?

'Is that is?' Draco asked, looking disappointed. 'I mean, aren't you going to seduce me?'

Taken a back, Albus laughed.

'Seduce you?' He questioned.

'Yes.' Replied Draco. 'Whenever I used to be upset you always used to seduce me to make me feel better.'

'I used to do that because once I had 'seduced' you, as you call it, you would talk to me and tell me what the problem was. Today you talked to me anyway.' Albus explained.

'Well, I'll know better next time!' Draco said teasingly as he stood up and sauntered towards Dumbledore. 'I won't say a word next time until you have screwed me senseless. I don't like feeling short changed like this!' He smiled as he playfully stroked Dumbledore's beard.

Albus laughed.

'I see you still remember how to be naughty!' He remarked, wrapping his arms around Draco's waist.

Draco kissed him with light, teasing bites of his lips.

'Oh... Believe me... I remember everything about how to be naughty!' Draco assured. 'And if you don't fuck me right now I will show you that I still remember everything about having a full blown temper tantrum!'

'In which case, I would have to show you a thing or two that I remember about spanking, young man!' Dumbledore replied, holding Draco firmly.

Draco giggled.

'That's not exactly an incentive for me to behave, you know!' He answered with a grin.