The Lady Morana – Well, Harry was running late, so everyone was in class. Albus was waiting for him. Bit stalkerish, but it worked, huh? And I'm glad you liked my description. I was looking for a way to explain what chapped lips would feel like to kiss. Favorite, huh? That's a pretty powerful statement, you know! Glad you like it.

BILLY IS HOT – Ha Ha, well hi there. Yes, they are very hot together, and I will make more. But I'll pass on the licking. Thanks for the review!

Okay, so this is the halfway point of the story. Already! Enjoy.

Chapter FourThe Mating Game

Harry sat at his desk one evening, grading papers. His teenage boyfriend sat behind him on the couch, reading a book. Harry had been worried at first that Albus would be as restless as he himself had been four years ago at seventeen, but it seems Albus was fine to sit in content silence. Harry was grateful for this, because his teaching duties took up quiet a bit of his time.

But tonight, it seemed Albus had something on his mind that wouldn't rest.

"Harry…" Albus said quietly, getting the man's attention. Harry turned around, looking at Albus expectantly. "Have you ever made love?" He asked, causing Harry to splutter and blush dark red.

"Albus, I don't want to talk about that right now." Harry said, turning around and facing his papers again.

"Harry, we're dating. It's going to come up eventually!" Albus cried.

"Well not now." Harry said simply and went back to grading papers. Albus sighed and glared at his book.

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"So can we talk about sex now?" Albus asked the next day, putting his hands down on Harry's desk and looking at him expectantly. Harry inspected Albus's hands, noting that they were larger then his own.

"Albus, we've been seeing each other for a week-" Harry started, but Albus cut him off.

"It doesn't matter. Can you not simply answer my question? Is it so wrong to inquire about your sex life?" Albus demanded. Harry finally looked up at him and sighed.

"I'm a virgin, Albus. I didn't exactly have all the time in the world for that stuff in my past life, alright?" He stood up, his cheeks red, but before he could escape Albus grabbed him, pulling him into his chest.

"I didn't realize." He said softly. "I would have been after you so much more if I would have known that." He reached around Harry, stroking his bottom then moving down to his thigh, raising it up and pressing it to his own hip.

"Albus." Harry whispered, his eyes wide and his breath getting steadily quicker. Albus moved forward and kissed him, and Harry melted into another one of those seashell kisses, moaning softly.

When Albus broke the kiss, his hand still making small circles on Harry's thigh, the older man seemed to come back to himself and he pushed Albus away.

"I can't! We've only been together a week, Albus! We can't do this yet." Harry hurried out of the room, still flushed. He mostly didn't want to do anything with Albus because of who the man was. Losing his virginity to Dumbledore just seemed so bizarre to him.

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Harry was shocked Albus wasn't getting caught in his obvious flirtation. He had doubled it ever since Harry had refused his advances. He pulled Harry into abandoned corridors to kiss him, brought him roses, and was constantly trying to get Harry into suggestive positions.

Harry was getting frustrated, to say the least. He had put up with it for an entire week, and could feel his resolve crumbling. Albus was rather romantic, and Harry could feel himself falling in love.

As he walked towards his room one night after dinner, he thought of how good the teenager made him feel. He wouldn't mind letting Albus be his first. At least it would be with someone he trusted and loved.

Harry said the password to his portrait and when the door swung open, his jaw did as well.

Stretched out across Harry's bed lay Albus. Harry judged that he was probably naked, as the sheet barely covering him was low on his hips, exposing bare skin, and there was a rather large and obvious tent in the sheets, around Albus's waist.

"I figured I'll either scare you away for good or finally make you give in." Albus admitted, sounding self-conscious for the first time. Harry dropped his bag on the floor and quickly shut the door.

He practically flew across the room and into Albus's arms, who was now smirking at his victory.

He pulled Harry's clothes off quickly, uncaring of the buttons he tore and the rips he caused. Harry locked the door with his wand before tossing it across the room with his torn clothes.

Albus was above him moments later, nestled between Harry's thighs. Harry could feel Albus's erection poking his inner thigh, and his own was happily being introduced to Albus's stomach.

"I suppose you've done this before, then?" Harry asked nervously. He knew how it worked. Seamus and Dean had pretty much let all of their dorm mates know how it went down.

"Several times with another man, but that's neither here nor there." Albus said, opening a small jar and sticking his fingers into the oily substance before moving his hand down, pushing a finger past Harry's tight ring of muscles. Harry spread his thighs wider and Albus added a second finger. On the third he moaned softly and Albus smiled.

"Looks like I found your happy place." He told Harry happily, who whimpered and tried to spread his legs even more, pushing up against Albus. "Alright, alright, calm down." Albus teased as he poured some of the lube over himself before getting into position above Harry.

Albus went slow at first, and Harry was grateful. This was quiet a bit more painful then fingers. Once Albus was fully inside he began to move in and out slowly. Harry began to move back and the pace picked up. Soon they were both gasping and moaning loudly. Harry withered under the taller boy, and then they were crying out, Harry Albus's name, and Albus simply shouting in delight.

They lay on their sides afterwards, cuddling and kissing each other softly.

"See, that wasn't so bad." Albus whispered, stroking Harry's side.

"Mmm, I would say it was very far from bad, Albus." Harry teased, earning a cheeky smile from the teen. "Now shut up and go to sleep before I change my mind and send you to your dorm." Harry yawned.

"Yes sir." Albus said, kissing the scar on Harry's forehead before they both feel asleep.

Significantly shorter, but I don't expect to many complaints…More angst and some Aberforth next chapter! And no, Albus did not have sex with Grindelwald. He hasn't even met him yet, sillies!