Harry groaned as he rubbed his eyes, trying to wake himself up fully. His head was pounding from lack of sleep. He hadn't gotten to bed until after four o'clock that morning , up late working with Ron and Hermione on a potions assignment, and had been forced to wake up and be ready for class at eight.

Now, he sat in Transfiguration class, his eyes glazed over as he watched Professor McGonagall's lips move, but heard nothing that was coming out of them. The boy felt as if he were about to die of boredom, or at least fall asleep on the desk.

"Potter!"

At the sound of his name, Harry's head shot up and he found every student in the classroom staring at him. "Professor?" he asked.

McGonagall's face was stern as she approached his desk, but there was something in her eyes, something that made Harry's stomach sink into his toes.

"Professor Dumbledore wishes to speak with you, Mr. Potter," she said. "He is waiting for you in his office."

A few snickers and a few whispers spread throughout the classroom. Harry felt his face turning red and he hurried to grab his bag before fleeing from the room.

He tried to tell himself that this wasn't as bad as it seemed, but deep down, he knew that he was in serious trouble.

The walk to Dumbledore's office was one of the most excruciatingly long journeys in Harry's entire life. Each step brought him closer to whatever punishment the old man had devised for him.

When he arrived at the Headmaster's office, Harry hesitated for a moment outside the door, his heart pounding wildly. Then, before he could lose his nerve, he knocked loudly.

"Enter."

Harry swallowed past the lump in his throat as he pushed open the door. It had been a few days since he had been in this office. But the memories of that night were still fresh in his mind, and he found himself growing nervous all over again.

Dumbledore sat behind his desk, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. Harry found himself wondering if the man had some way of knowing what Harry was thinking about.

"Ah, young Harry," the old man said. "Please, come in."

Harry stepped into the office, letting the large doors shut behind him. He walked slowly towards the desk and lowered himself into the chair , a very familiar chair.

"I'm sorry, sir," he said. "I didn't mean to fall asleep in class."

Dumbledore chuckled. "You were not in trouble for falling asleep, Harry," he said. "There are much more serious problems we need to discuss."

"There are?" Harry asked in confusion.

Dumbledore nodded, his face turning grave. "Indeed," he replied. "Harry... Miss Granger came to see me last evening . She harbors concerns regarding your new lifestyle."

Harry's eyes widened. "My lifestyle?"

"It seems that Miss Granger is under the impression that you are involved in certain, illicit activities," Dumbledore explained.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked. "Like illegal stuff?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "No, no," he said quickly. "Although, I suppose they could be considered just as dangerous. She believes, Harry, that you have feelings for another man." A rue ful smile twisted the old man's lips. "She believes that you have romantic feelings for Draco Malfoy."

Harry's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe his ears. What had given her that idea?

Dumbledore leaned forward and steepled his fingers on the desk. "Now Harry," he continued. "I am going to ask you a very important question, and I want you to answer me truthfully."

Harry nodded, feeling his throat dry up.

"Are you romantically attracted to Draco Malfoy?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry's cheeks burned bright with embarrassment. " No!" he protested , looking down at the floor. "I don't have feelings for him."

"Do you have sexual feelings for him?"

"No!" Harry said quickly, his head snapping up.

"Are you sexually attracted to other men?"

Harry squirmed in his seat, trying to look anywhere but at the old wizard. "Well, only for one... person..." he whispered.

"And who might that be?" Dumbledore asked in a low, seductive voice.

Harry looked up and met the Headmaster's eyes. He could see the passion burning there. The old man was teasing . It was clear as day. Harry swallowed heavily, his body reacting to the old man's gaze.

"You," Harry whispered, his voice barely audible.

A slow smirk spread across Dumbledore's face and he nodded. "Indeed," he said. "Harry, I fear that Miss Granger will not rest until you are free of such temptations, and as it would be inappropriate for you to see me in such a fashion, I have thought up another way to... deal with the situation."

Harry quirked an eyebrow. "How?" he asked.

"You shall seduce your curly -haired little friend."

Harry gaped at him for a moment. "Are you kidding?" he asked in a shrill voice. "You think Hermione will stop suspecting that I'm gay if I do that? There's no way it will work!"

Dumbledore sighed, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms over his chest. "I'm afraid she will continue to question our love as long as we do not give her something to sate her interests, something more distracting. So, Harry, you shall date Miss Granger for a time. Spend some quality alone time with her. Kiss her if you must," Dumbledore smiled wickedly. "And perhaps eventually, if she is willing, you can take her virginity. Then she will be satisfied and stop interfering in the love of an old man and a young one."

Harry gulped. He had never kissed a girl before. Let alone had sex with one. It would be strange, a whole new experience for him. Would it even be possible? Could he even imagine doing such things with Hermione? His first real friend at Hogwarts.

"I know you may find this idea frightening Harry, but trust me when I say that you and I both will benefit greatly from it." He rose to his feet and stepped out from behind the desk, approaching Harry slowly.

Harry's heart raced as he stood up, allowing the older wizard to step close to him. For a moment, they stood there, staring at one another. Then Dumbledore reached out, gently cupping Harry's chin in his wrinkled hand.

"Do this for me Harry," he murmured, stroking his thumb over Harry's bottom lip. "Seduce her. Make love to her." He moved closer, placing a soft kiss on Harry's forehead. "Give yourself to her, and once you have, let yourself become mine once again."

Harry gasped as Dumbledore's mouth covered his in a searing kiss. He moaned softly, arching his back and pressing himself against the Headmaster's body.

When Dumbledore released him, Harry stared up at him in a daze. "How should I start?" he whispered, uncertainty evident in his voice.

The old wizard laughed. " I'm sure you can figure it out , my boy ."

Harry nodded, resolve strengthened. He was a Gryffindor after all. He could do anything if he put his mind to it. And this task, he decided, was no different. He would do it, if not for himself, then for Dumbledore.