Dumbledore sat back in his chair, his mind filled with memories of the previous night. Images of Harry and Snape flashed in his head, their bodies glistening with sweat as they explored each other. He had been skeptical of his former student's desire to join him and Harry, but it had been quite the successful little night of love-making for the triplet.

The Headmaster chuckled softly as he thought of Harry. The boy was always full of surprises.

However, his joyous thoughts were interrupted as a loud, impatient rapping at his office door sounded. Dumbledore sighed, hiding the smile from his face, and schooling his features into a more solemn expression.

"Enter," he called.

At the sound of his voice, the doors of the Headmaster's Office opened. "Good Morning Professor," Hermione Granger said. "I was wondering if we might have a word."

The bushy-haired witch hovered nervously at the entrance to the office. She had that nervous look on her face. It was a look that Dumbledore had come to associate with trouble.

"Of course," he replied, gesturing to the chair opposite his desk. "Won't you please have a seat?"

Hermione stepped into the office, letting the doors fall shut behind her, and approached the chair. As she lowered herself into it, she gave the Headmaster a grateful smile.

"What can I do for you, Miss Granger?" Dumbledore asked as he laced his fingers together and leaned back in his chair, making himself comfortable.

The girl cleared her throat, suddenly seeming a little uncomfortable under his piercing gaze. "I have something rather serious to discuss with you, sir," she said.

"Indeed?" Dumbledore quirked an eyebrow.

"It's about Harry," she answered, wringing her hands together in her tiny lap.

Dumbledore let his eyes glance down for a brief moment. His cheeks heated slightly as he caught sight of the tiny girl's bare legs, stretched out in front of him. However, he was the master of self-control, and no hint of his internal thoughts could be seen on his face. "Has Harry done something wrong?" he asked.

"No," Hermione hurried to assure him, her brown eyes going wide. "Well, not exactly," she amended a moment later.

"Has he done something right then?" Dumbledore wondered, a smirk playing on his aged face.

Hermione bit her lip, hesitating for a moment. Then, she looked up, meeting the Headmaster's blue eyes with her own, and her eyes narrowed. "Professor," she whispered. "I believe Harry is gay."

Dumbledore nearly choked on the very air he breathed. He coughed violently into his hands, spluttering and gasping until his airway was clear. After a moment of struggle, he cleared his throat. "I see," he croaked.

"Well?" Hermione asked expectantly.

"Well what?" the old man asked in confusion.

"Well, do you intend to do anything about it?" she prodded.

Dumbledore blinked, trying to understand what this young witch was expecting of him. After a moment, however, he gave up. "Why should I do anything about it Miss Granger?" he asked.

Hermione let out a groan of frustration. "I believe he has romantic feelings for another man," she answered.

Dumbledore's mind reeled. Surely the young witch could not know about him and Snape. That night had been special, a gift to Harry, not to be spoken about lightly. It wasn't until that moment, though, that Dumbledore realized that there was no logical reason why Harry could not have feelings for other people.

"And who might that be?" Dumbledore inquired, leaning forward with a sudden surge of interest. Perhaps he had some competition for Harry's affections? The very thought sent an unwelcome thrill of excitement rushing through him.

"Draco Malfoy!" Hermione said loudly. "Professor, it is of the utmost importance that Harry stay focused on his studies, and maintain a pure, straight lifestyle. I think it would be of the utmost importance to the continuation of the Wizarding World if Harry was kept pure, free from any temptations."

Dumbledore's following nod seems almost affirmative in nature, as he silently agrees with her about Harry's purity. The idea makes a tingle start in his brain; the sort of tingle that fills his head with fantasies and illicit acts.

"You seem awfully worried about Harry," the Headmaster said. "My, that seems almost like some strange obsession to me, or perhaps it is, perhaps, envy?"

Hermione turned beetroot and Dumbledore knew he had guessed correctly. The witch still carried a torch for Harry. If that was the case, though, it would only make the situation that much worse. If Harry knew of her feelings, then it would surely bring him to Malfoy. That blond brat certainly was attractive enough.

A devilish thought appeared in his mind and, despite how morally repulsive it was, the idea wouldn't leave. Suddenly, a slow smirk began to spread across his face and a playful, predatory twinkle entered his eye.

"Don't worry my child," he cooed. "I will think up a plan to set young Harry back on the right path to purity and normality."

Hermione perked up slightly, a small smile on her pink lips as she rose to her feet and skipped across the office.

Her curvy bum was high in the air as she wiggled it across the room, making a quiet little moaning noise of relief.

Dumbledore swallowed heavily, feeling his manhood rise at the enticing sight. Unwittingly, the mental image of Hermione's big bouncy butt pumping itself onto his long, thick, experienced cock floated unbidden across his vision and, for the first time since he was a much younger wizard, his resolve to stay on the righteous path was tested.

It took everything he had in him not to throw the silly little chit across his desk and show her the true power of her respected headmaster.

Then she was gone, leaving him alone in his silent office once more. Dumbledore couldn't keep the wolfish grin from his face, however, knowing that in less than an hour, he would have little Harry back for more magical tutoring in the ways of male love-making.

Oh yes, life was grand!