Everything was happening so fast, Harry could hardly believe it. He and the elderly professor were kissing, caressing and fondling in the dark corridor..
"Harry, my dear boy, what you're doing is amazing – just like James," he added. Just as thing were really starting to heat up and he dared to hope it felt Albus's wrinkled hands travelling south to his most magical area, they both stopped.
Suddenly they could hear the gentle clop of approaching shoes. Without even needing to think about it, Harry grabbed his discarded cloak and threw it across the two of them. Ignoring the buzz of sexual tension between he and the man he would later name his child after, Harry watched intently through the translucent of the cloak. He quickly spied that that the person intruding on their late-night fumble was non other than his blonde, snotty arch-enemy Draco Malfoy.
His white blonde hair shone in the moonlight which was inexplicably shining in from somewhere. He heard Dumbledore make an sharp intake of breath.
"Malfoy!" Harry whispered, wondering what on earth he was doing up at this time. He'd been rapidly obsessing over the activities of the sexy platinum-haired beauty in front of him. Just exactly what was Malfoy doing near the room of requirement?
Harry made to uncover himself and confront him, but Dumbledore held his arm to stop him, "Do not worry, Harry. I will handle this."
Albus's calm voice seemed to steady him, he stared lovingly up into his deep, blue eyes and stroked his ageing face, "I trust you."
"And I trust you, Harry."
With this Albus revealed the two of them with and with a swish of the cloak, they stood behind him, the noise attracting Malfoy's attention and causing him to turn around instantly.
"Ahhhh!" he screamed, his voice uncharacteristically high.
"I see Mr. Potter is not the only young man disregarding the rules tonight," Albus said, gently.
"What on earth are you and Potter doing here!?"
"What on earth are you and Potter doing here, sir?" Dumbledore corrected him, not unkindly.
"Never mind that," Harry butted in, "what are you doing here, Malfoy? I know you're up to something and I will find out what."
"None of your business, Potter!" Draco said, his expression strange, as though annoyed and yet inexplicably also very turned on. It had taken him this long to notice that both Harry and Dumbledore where both partly naked.
Albus put out an arm to steady Harry as he advanced, "I know what Draco is doing, Harry."
"You do!?" said both boys in unison.
He nodded, serenely, "Yes. Draco is trying to fix the vanishing cabinet in a sinister plot to bring the death eaters into Hogwarts and kill me."
Harry was silent, too shocked to reply, but Draco spoke, "You know? Why have you not said anything?"
Dumbledore did not look perturbed, "Oh, a little of this, a little of that, we will discuss that at a later date. For now, more immediate matters need to be handled. He looked suggestively down at his quivering penis. Tonight, dear boy...is for lovers."
Malfoy blushed, "you want...you want me to join in?"
Albus nodded, but as Malfoy rushed forward eagerly keen to play with his magic wand an arm stopped him, "Mr. Malfoy,"
"Yes?" he said, looking a little bemused at being teased in such a way.
"There will come a time when you will attempt to kill me. Harry will be there too and many of your Death Eater friends as well, but we must pretend this never happened. Do I have your agreement, boys?"
Harry and Draco looked at each other, both surly, "fine, I suppose."
"Good!" said, Dumbledore, brightly, "then onto the love making, I am sure this will be a most magical night!" he said with a twinkle in his eye. As both boys advanced towards him hungrily he held he penis aloft, "yes...a most magical night, indeed."