The Interlude
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
5,814
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The Interlude
Disclaimer: All characters belong to j.k. rowling. Trust me...I am not making money from them
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Meetings
Albus Dumbledore walked the streets of London. He fancied a drink, perhaps some music to help him relax.
The entire wizarding world was celebrating, weren’t they? He should too. With the wave of his wand, he had transfigured his blue wizard robes into a blue muggle suit. His white hair tied in a loose ponytail, he passed for an acceptable looking muggle man.
A pub full of people dancing. Yes. He liked to watch muggles dance. So much freedom, so much raw sexuality that he could not deny himself the treat.
He was the chaste Headmaster of Hogwarts. The leader of the Order Of the Phoenix. The one Voldemort was afraid of. He owed it to himself to have a little fun. He never really mixed with the muggles. He just sipped a drink and watched them play. He imagined what his life would have been like had he decided to marry and have a family.
No sense in drowning in what-ifs.
The death of Lily and James were still fresh on his conscience. He shook his head and sent thoughts of worry or their son away. It had only been three nights since everything had ended. Three nights of helping all those who needed it. Tonight, he would do something for himself.
He entered the pub and ordered a whiskey on the rocks from the balding, overweight barman. He settled into a chair and waited for his drink. He tapped his fingers on the bar in time with the music. His head bobbed room side to side as he watched the young people dance. Magnificent really, he thought.
He accepted his drink with a smile and nod for the barman. Dark room and loud music. The perfect place to disappear for a time.
“Excuse me?” A female voice came from behind him. He turned and found a pair of almond eyes gazing into his. He smiled.
“Yes?” he asked. He loved muggle women. So outspoken, so open with emotions.
“Care to dance?” She asked him. He felt a moment of shock. It was a rare occurrence indeed if anything could shock Albus Dumbledore. He eyed the very attractive young woman in front of him. She was petite, long brown hair and a body he would have loved to explore in his much younger years.
“I’m afraid, I am too old to dance. But I will buy you a drink. Martini, is it?” His eyes twinkled at her as she flashed a surprised smile at him.
He order for her as she slid onto the barstool next to him. He chuckled to himself. Was this beautiful woman really hitting on him? He was old enough to be her…great grandfather!
“What’s your name?” She asked him. He eyed her again and found a smile playing on her lips. Beautiful full lips too.
“Albus Dumbledore. At you service.” H nodded his head low and received a giggle from the woman. “And you are?”
“Sophia.” She said. He noted that it was not her real name, however he allowed her the freedom of anonymity. “Thank you for the drink.” She added. He nodded to her.
“Cheers.” She said, raising her glass. He did the same and she clinked her martini to his whiskey. As she sipped her clear drink, he saw that her eyes never left him.
They sat and drank in silence and he began to wonder of his decision to come here tonight. Perhaps not the most prudent of decisions, but he thought he had earned a good drink and some relaxation.
“You look tense.” She said to him. Her girlish voice intruded on his thoughts.
“Yes. Old age does that to people. After awhile, you come to places like this, hoping to watch youth at it’s finest. Also hoping some of it will rub off on you.” He spoke, almost to himself, but he caught her snickering into her glass. He hadn’t meant to sound crude. But she obviously thought it was quite funny.
“All rubbing aside, Albus…” here she leaned in to whisper in his ear. “of all the youth in this place, I would gladly give it up for a more mature endeavors. Wouldn’t you?” her voice was raspy in his ear and, not for the first time, he was shocked. She was hitting on him. How was this possible?
Her lips grazed his ruff cheek as she moved back into her seat. Albus’s heart was beating a little faster than normal and he marveled at the beautiful woman next to him.
He had had woman before, yes, long ago. But he had given up that part of his life in order to gain knowledge and...power. He had made the conscience decision long ago that he was simply not cut out for a normal mans passions.
Perhaps, now in his old age, he was just regretting that decision? No. He didn’t regret a thing. But he also knew that if he didn’t allow this little interlude to play out, he might very well regret it.
He heard the music change to a slow, hypnotic beat. The girl, Sophia, placed her drink on the counter and took his from his hand. She stepped off from the stool and he felt her warm hand slid into his.
Her lips were on his ear as she whispered. “Come dance with me now.” She wasn’t asking. She was telling him what he had to do. Sod everything he had ever known and felt. It had been a long time since any woman had ever spoke to him, touched him or even looked at him like this. Whatever madness had taken over this young , beautiful vixen tonight. He prayed to the Gods that it continued, for just a little longer.
TBC
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Meetings
Albus Dumbledore walked the streets of London. He fancied a drink, perhaps some music to help him relax.
The entire wizarding world was celebrating, weren’t they? He should too. With the wave of his wand, he had transfigured his blue wizard robes into a blue muggle suit. His white hair tied in a loose ponytail, he passed for an acceptable looking muggle man.
A pub full of people dancing. Yes. He liked to watch muggles dance. So much freedom, so much raw sexuality that he could not deny himself the treat.
He was the chaste Headmaster of Hogwarts. The leader of the Order Of the Phoenix. The one Voldemort was afraid of. He owed it to himself to have a little fun. He never really mixed with the muggles. He just sipped a drink and watched them play. He imagined what his life would have been like had he decided to marry and have a family.
No sense in drowning in what-ifs.
The death of Lily and James were still fresh on his conscience. He shook his head and sent thoughts of worry or their son away. It had only been three nights since everything had ended. Three nights of helping all those who needed it. Tonight, he would do something for himself.
He entered the pub and ordered a whiskey on the rocks from the balding, overweight barman. He settled into a chair and waited for his drink. He tapped his fingers on the bar in time with the music. His head bobbed room side to side as he watched the young people dance. Magnificent really, he thought.
He accepted his drink with a smile and nod for the barman. Dark room and loud music. The perfect place to disappear for a time.
“Excuse me?” A female voice came from behind him. He turned and found a pair of almond eyes gazing into his. He smiled.
“Yes?” he asked. He loved muggle women. So outspoken, so open with emotions.
“Care to dance?” She asked him. He felt a moment of shock. It was a rare occurrence indeed if anything could shock Albus Dumbledore. He eyed the very attractive young woman in front of him. She was petite, long brown hair and a body he would have loved to explore in his much younger years.
“I’m afraid, I am too old to dance. But I will buy you a drink. Martini, is it?” His eyes twinkled at her as she flashed a surprised smile at him.
He order for her as she slid onto the barstool next to him. He chuckled to himself. Was this beautiful woman really hitting on him? He was old enough to be her…great grandfather!
“What’s your name?” She asked him. He eyed her again and found a smile playing on her lips. Beautiful full lips too.
“Albus Dumbledore. At you service.” H nodded his head low and received a giggle from the woman. “And you are?”
“Sophia.” She said. He noted that it was not her real name, however he allowed her the freedom of anonymity. “Thank you for the drink.” She added. He nodded to her.
“Cheers.” She said, raising her glass. He did the same and she clinked her martini to his whiskey. As she sipped her clear drink, he saw that her eyes never left him.
They sat and drank in silence and he began to wonder of his decision to come here tonight. Perhaps not the most prudent of decisions, but he thought he had earned a good drink and some relaxation.
“You look tense.” She said to him. Her girlish voice intruded on his thoughts.
“Yes. Old age does that to people. After awhile, you come to places like this, hoping to watch youth at it’s finest. Also hoping some of it will rub off on you.” He spoke, almost to himself, but he caught her snickering into her glass. He hadn’t meant to sound crude. But she obviously thought it was quite funny.
“All rubbing aside, Albus…” here she leaned in to whisper in his ear. “of all the youth in this place, I would gladly give it up for a more mature endeavors. Wouldn’t you?” her voice was raspy in his ear and, not for the first time, he was shocked. She was hitting on him. How was this possible?
Her lips grazed his ruff cheek as she moved back into her seat. Albus’s heart was beating a little faster than normal and he marveled at the beautiful woman next to him.
He had had woman before, yes, long ago. But he had given up that part of his life in order to gain knowledge and...power. He had made the conscience decision long ago that he was simply not cut out for a normal mans passions.
Perhaps, now in his old age, he was just regretting that decision? No. He didn’t regret a thing. But he also knew that if he didn’t allow this little interlude to play out, he might very well regret it.
He heard the music change to a slow, hypnotic beat. The girl, Sophia, placed her drink on the counter and took his from his hand. She stepped off from the stool and he felt her warm hand slid into his.
Her lips were on his ear as she whispered. “Come dance with me now.” She wasn’t asking. She was telling him what he had to do. Sod everything he had ever known and felt. It had been a long time since any woman had ever spoke to him, touched him or even looked at him like this. Whatever madness had taken over this young , beautiful vixen tonight. He prayed to the Gods that it continued, for just a little longer.
TBC