Even Death Can Bring Love
Harry walked into Dumbledore's office still teary eyed from the funeral. Just an hour before, his best friend Hermione had been lowered into the ground.
"Headmaster, I still can't believe she is actually gone," Harry whispered, attempting to hold back tears.
"Yes. It was quite a shock to learn that Miss Granger was no longer with us," Dumbledore responded and shifted his glasses.
"Harry, can I ask you a question?" the Headmaster questioned and continue before Harry could answer. "Have you been working out?"
Harry looked up with a startled expression on his face.
"Excuse me?" he asked.
"Well it's just that I noticed how muscular you are becoming and I was wondering if you would perhaps allow me to explore just how big you really are," Dumbledore said and winked as if to show Harry what he really meant.
"Of course!" Harry exclaimed. "I can't believe you finally want to have sex! I have been waiting for this since first year."
"Sex isn't exactly what I had in mind," he said before getting on his knees in front of Harry. "They don't call me Head Master for nothing."
Harry's pants were soon on the floor, completely forgotten.