Possessions

\"You should be getting undressed now.\"

\"Undressed, yes. It\'s bedtime.\" Ginny\'s voice was dreamy, but her hands were sure, pulling her thick black robes over her head. A flushed face emerged from the depths of the material, and he was entranced again as she shook her hair free. He int into his chair, grateful for the support.

She looked around, arms full of robes. With every surface filled with the artificial amusements of wizards, there was no obvious place for her to put them. Dumbledore resisted the urge to sweep the shelves clear with a wave of his wand, careless of his carefully guarded collection of artefacts in the urge to display this flesh and blood prize. A single swipe of his arm along a shelf and he could arrange her in a dozen different poses in the wreckage; even a glass-fronted cupboard full of devices from the history of magical detection and crime prevention would be much better filled by the long-limbed child in front of him. For a moment he pictured swelling girlish breasts pressed against the diamond-paned glass and swallowed heavily.

\"It\'s all right; you can just give them to me.\" He kept his voice gentle and steady, soothing, holding out his hands to take the bundle from her.

She remained by his chair, almost oblivious to his presence. The moment confusion or worry began to appear in her eyes, a soothing word or two soon reassured her. It seemed to be remarkably easy to convince her it was quite normal for an eleven year old schoolgirl to undress for bed at four o\'clock in the afternoon in the Headmaster\'s office.

It was anything but normal for Dumbledore to possess such a treasure as this. Once or twice, many years ago, there had been moments, little more than that. A tempting smile here leading to nothing; a girlish giggle there from an older girl looking for a little discipline, which he\'d been happy to provide. On one memorable occasion, to his delight, he\'d had cause to loosen the clothing of a particularly striking second year – although perhaps not to the extent to which he *had* loosened it. He\'d caught a glimpse of tiny buds under a flimsy blouse, and even brushed his fingers gently over fine down of hair when he risked slipping them briefly into the warm knickers under the blanket as he tucked her in.

The memory of that moment fuelled his fantasies man many a long and lonely night afterwards. In the freedom of his own mind he was bold, and took what was available without fear of discovery. Under the heavy hospital blanket his hands explored greedily, eliciting sleepy moans from the unconscious girl as he rubbed pleasure into tiny nipples barely raised from the steadily breathing chest.tractraced a finger down the line of the childish body, feeling the slight shift of movement as she adjusted to the unfamiliar touch, until his fingertips sank into soft fuzz over smooth, smooth skin. Most times it was all over before he had even slipped an eager finger further down to be enveloped along its length by damp heat; before he could press against the tiny bud and feel the girl squirm and beg, plead for his finger to press deep inside her and relieve the pressure his fingers had built. He would lie back, his chest heaving with the effort of orgasm; his hands sticky with his own fluids rather than those of the girl in his memory.

It hadn\'t happened that way, of course, but this time…He steadied his breath, forcing himself to sit back in his chair rather than pull the slowly disrobing girl against him, as every urge told him he should.

Every urge but the one to see each inch of flesh uncovered individually, that was. He watched her entrentrate on unfastening the buttons of her blouse, her fingers deft as each movement exposed pale skin with a scattering of tiny freckles. He was profoundly grateful for the heavy robes that had enabled the girl to dispense with a vest as the lower buttons popped open and nothing but skin was on display. A delicate shrug of her shoulders and a flick of hair, and white cotton slid from the upper body of the girl to give him his first real glimpse of his gift.