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Chapter 6

"It's okay, I'm here" he said softly as he climbed onto the bed and wrapped his arms around her.

Meanwhile, Harry was walking aimlessly down the corridors, dwelling on thoughts about whether he'd done the right thing by dumping Hermione. However then he remembered the way she'd spoken about Dumbledore and how she'd called the man he loved expired! How dare she?! Dumbledore wasn't expired, he was merely experienced in life… and other things too he was sure… Harry tried to get such heated thoughts out of his mind and while doing so he happened to bump into the man that was occupying his thoughts, none other than Dumbledore.

"Oh! Professor D! I'm so sorry… I was ugh preoccupied…." Harry stammered.

"Yes I too was preoccupied Harry, it's not your fault" Dumbledore said with a warm smile that made Harry's heart skip a beat.

"Well… I should probably get going… to ummm… that thing…" Harry said rushing off. However as he moved he felt Dumbledore's warm and soft hands grab his arm.

"Harry, we need to talk" Dumbledore said as he gestured to the gargoyle which led to his office.

"Yes, I agree" Harry replied, nodding his head. Dumbledore then whispered something to the gargoyle and the staircase leading to his office opened up.

During their ascent up the staircase, Harry took Dumbledore's hand into his own and suddenly felt warm and loved, feelings he hadn't felt in so long. When they reached Dumbledore's office, Harry began leading Dumbledore to his desk however Dumbledore had other plans in mind and instead led them towards his comfortable sofa.

They both sat down and turned towards each other. Somehow they found themselves staring into one another's eyes for what felt like the millionth time. They both got lost in the other's deep gaze and sat in this position for what felt like hours. However one of the portraits on the wall of Dumbledore's office then cleared their throat and broke them out of their trance.

"What is this?!" the man in the picture exclaimed. "Some little sausage-loving fest?! What kind of headmaster are you Dumbledore! You shouldn't be coming onto little male students a tenth of your age you sick, sick bastard!" He continued with a disgusted tone.

Harry sprang to Dumbledore's defence, "Dumbledore's twice the headmaster you'll ever be!" He retorted.

"Thankyou Harry" Dumbledore smiled, "but there's no need to defend me. I can take care of this myself" he said as he drew his wand out of his pocket and with a casual flick, flung the picture into the fireplace.

This bold act turned Harry on more than he'd ever care to admit. "Now… where we?" Dumbledore asked, wiggling his eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

"ummm… you said you wanted to talk" Harry explained, both surprised and excited at Dumbledore's forwardness.

"Yes… talk….." Dumbledore said suspiciously, "about that - " before Dumbledore could continue Harry had pounced on him, unable to contain himself any longer.

Dumbledore was too shocked to react at first but then finally kissed Harry back with equal passion. Harry stroked Dumbledore's soft beard, something he'd been longing to do all week. As things got more heated and robes were stripped off, Harry knew they were going to do what he wanted so badly. However a thought then struck him and he broke their passionate embrace.

"What's wrong Harry?" Dumbledore asked while panting, trying to catch his breath.

"Do you have…. you know…" Harry hinted, thinking back to the time they had learnt about safe sex in the Wizardly Health classes they were once forced to take.

"Ohhh! Very wise Harry" Dumbledore said as he got up from the sofa and moved towards his desk. He opened one of the draws, took out a flask and drank the strange fluid it contained in one gulp.

Dumbledore then returned to the sofa to pick things up from where they'd left them.

"Ummm what did you just drink?" Harry asked confusedly. However he then felt something hard brush against his thigh and understanding hit him.

"Ohh… I thought you were getting a condom…" Harry asked, shocked that he wasn't able excite his lover without the help of the Viagra potion.

"Ahh yes! Of course!" Dumbledore exclaimed, rushing to get the condom. He then returned to the sofa with a smile on his aged faced, knowing exactly where the night was taking him… "we'll be having fun tonight"

The next morning Harry awoke as the sun shining from Dumbledore's office window hit his face. He looked around and memories from his previous night hit him, he didn't think he'd ever experienced a night as terrible as where his had gone…