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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Snape/Dumbledore
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
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15,886
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7
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Duskstar – Thanks for the review, that should be the last of AD/SS so don’t feel too uncomfortable!
Dumbledore woke the next morning slowly, smiling at the warm breath that was tickling his neck. He gently eased himself out of the bed and with a last fond look at the man in his bed, made his way into the bathroom. Dressed and ready, Dumbledore felt a small weight in his gut; he was dreading this conversation and the things he’d have to do to force Harry to become aware of his own stupidity and cruelty. With a sigh, Dumbledore took a pinch of floo powder and stepped into the fireplace.
Harry was rudely awakened as an invisible force hurled him up out of his bed, naked. He fell back on the slight boy in his bed, who awoke with a grunt. Harry rolled off him groggily, pulling himself into an aggressive stance.
“Sorry my boy, my magic control doesn’t seem to be as good as it used to be.” His voice was light, but the steely glint in his eye told Harry it was no accident. That bastard, Harry threw himself out of bed intent on finding the greasy shit, he was going to teach him a lesson for running to Dumbledore. Harry’s breath caught as something smothered him, and he fought viciously against it, desperate to get his hands on the old fool. In a slight twinge of embarrassment, Harry realised the old man had simply thrown a robe at him, and Harry slipped it on, standing defiantly with arms crossed.
“What do you want?” Dumbledore’s eyes bored into him until Harry shifted from foot to foot nervously.
“I think you know exactly what I want Harry. I need to talk to you in my office.” Harry laughed and turned his back, preparing to climb back into bed.
“You can’t control me old man, I’m not an easily manipulated little school boy anymore,” Harry motioned to the slender boy in his bed to get on his hands and knees, “besides, I have other things to do at the moment.” The smirk was wiped off his face as the boy gave a yelp and was suddenly fully clothed and standing by the door. It wasn’t a subtle hint and the boy smiled nervously at Harry, avoided eye contact completely with Dumbledore and hurried out.
“I don’t think it would be wise to make me have to persuade you Harry.” There was a chilling side to his tone that made Harry walk slowly towards the fireplace.
“Be quick about this Dumbledore, I need to find my lover.” With that, Dumbledore shoved him through the flames and Harry fell to the floor of his office coughing.
“Better prepare yourself Harry, I’ve created something in the pensieve specially for you. If this is not enough to make you mend your ways, I will kill you myself.” A laugh caught in Harry’s throat, he was dead serious, and with that the process had already begun.
Duskstar – Thanks for the review, that should be the last of AD/SS so don’t feel too uncomfortable!
Dumbledore woke the next morning slowly, smiling at the warm breath that was tickling his neck. He gently eased himself out of the bed and with a last fond look at the man in his bed, made his way into the bathroom. Dressed and ready, Dumbledore felt a small weight in his gut; he was dreading this conversation and the things he’d have to do to force Harry to become aware of his own stupidity and cruelty. With a sigh, Dumbledore took a pinch of floo powder and stepped into the fireplace.
Harry was rudely awakened as an invisible force hurled him up out of his bed, naked. He fell back on the slight boy in his bed, who awoke with a grunt. Harry rolled off him groggily, pulling himself into an aggressive stance.
“Sorry my boy, my magic control doesn’t seem to be as good as it used to be.” His voice was light, but the steely glint in his eye told Harry it was no accident. That bastard, Harry threw himself out of bed intent on finding the greasy shit, he was going to teach him a lesson for running to Dumbledore. Harry’s breath caught as something smothered him, and he fought viciously against it, desperate to get his hands on the old fool. In a slight twinge of embarrassment, Harry realised the old man had simply thrown a robe at him, and Harry slipped it on, standing defiantly with arms crossed.
“What do you want?” Dumbledore’s eyes bored into him until Harry shifted from foot to foot nervously.
“I think you know exactly what I want Harry. I need to talk to you in my office.” Harry laughed and turned his back, preparing to climb back into bed.
“You can’t control me old man, I’m not an easily manipulated little school boy anymore,” Harry motioned to the slender boy in his bed to get on his hands and knees, “besides, I have other things to do at the moment.” The smirk was wiped off his face as the boy gave a yelp and was suddenly fully clothed and standing by the door. It wasn’t a subtle hint and the boy smiled nervously at Harry, avoided eye contact completely with Dumbledore and hurried out.
“I don’t think it would be wise to make me have to persuade you Harry.” There was a chilling side to his tone that made Harry walk slowly towards the fireplace.
“Be quick about this Dumbledore, I need to find my lover.” With that, Dumbledore shoved him through the flames and Harry fell to the floor of his office coughing.
“Better prepare yourself Harry, I’ve created something in the pensieve specially for you. If this is not enough to make you mend your ways, I will kill you myself.” A laugh caught in Harry’s throat, he was dead serious, and with that the process had already begun.