A/N: I don't own Harry Potter.
Albus Dumbledore POV:
I remember one day.
One day that I'll never forget.
The rain was beating against the windows.
A thick fog had settled over the town of Godric's Hollow.
A small flame was kindling in the fireplace.
You and I were sprawled out on the floor in front of the fire.
Once again, you were recounting your plan to find the Deathly Hallows.
How you would depart this town and go off on a quest.
How you would never come back, leaving behind everything and everyone.
It made me anxious, the thought of you leaving.
And you could tell, I think.
I was next to you, letting your voice wash over me like a tidal wave.
Not sure what you were talking about.
I was just enjoying your company.
Then, my imagination sparked.
A small flicker, like a candle.
My eyes fell off into the hazy distance.
I loved everything about you.
The way your golden hair cascaded over your face, stopping above your shoulders.
The intelligent gleam in your blue eyes, begging for adventure.
Your rosebud lips, pressed into a firm line.
I wanted so badly to reach over, to touch you.
You were staring at me intently.
I took a deep breath, then leaned forward and kissed you.
Your lips were surprisingly warm, I was melting inside.
As quickly as I had leaned forward, I pulled back.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled quickly, casting my eyes down.
For a split second I looked at you again.
There was a thoughtful expression on your face.
A million thoughts passing through your mind at once.
After what seemed like an eternity, you leaned forward and kissed me back.
I inhaled sharply.
I thought that you'd be furious.
Well I suppose not, now.