Silly Slash Part 3
In Which Squickness abounds
"Er . . . Professor Dumbledore, sir," Percy said, adjusting his glasses, "your beard is in my soup."
"It's fiber!" Dumbledore said cheerily and kept eating. Percy, not wanting to annoy all-mighty-head-master ate around the beard.
For a while now, Dumbledore had been inviting Percy to his office for 'important matters' but all they'd been talking about was the different types of cheese. Dumbledore kept eyeing him with a look that sent a strange feeling through him. Mostly disgust, although it was 30% loathing and 70% morbid curiousity.
"I want you Weasley! I want you so badly!"
"Um. But Professor. I'm seeing Crouch."
"Percy wercy, where are you?" cried a sappy voice.
"Coming Mr. Crouch sir!" Percy said, skipping from the room.
"Oh well," Dumbledore said, "there's always Potter."