Their First Time
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
2
Views:
8,814
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Their First Time
Their First Time ~ A One Shot
Albus Dumbledore walked into the transfiguration classroom to find a little tabby cat sitting on his desk, swishing its tail and purring at him.
“Now, where did you come from?” he said to the cat, lifting it off his desk, sitting down in the swivel chair and placing it in his lap. He began to stroke the little creature, its back lifting in pleasure as he caressed it.
”You certainly are an affectionate little kitty,” he murmured at it as it rubbed its muzzle against his fingers.
The year was nineteen-forty-four. Albus Dumbledore had taught transfiguration for several years now. The kindly blue-eyed, auburn-haired wizard was well-liked by staff and students alike, and often others came to him for advice. There was a terrible situation he was dealing with concerning a wizard named Grindelwald who was interfering in muggle affairs by aiding a powerful despot of a small country with magic. It had turned into a world war and the wizard had to be stopped. Little did the muggle dictator know that the dark wizard intended to turn on him as soon as victory was assured.
Albus didn’t intend on letting that happen. It would affect both the muggle and the wizarding worlds.
The kitty stood up in his lap and nuzzled his chin under his beard.
“Here now, kitty. You are getting a bit too familiar,” he chuckled to the little beastie.
Suddenly the cat transformed and the startled wizard found himself embraced and straddled by a very young and hot-eyed Minerva McGonagall. Miss McGonagall was a seventh year student of his, and quite gifted in transfiguration. But Albus hadn’t known the young witch was an animagus as well.
“Hello Professor,” she said in her lovely Scottish lilt, smiling at the wizard, her long black hair falling over her shoulders and sharp eyes glittering into his.
Albus swallowed and adjusted his half-moon glasses. Flabbergasted at finding himself in such a compromising position with such a lovely witch, Albus didn’t know how to respond to her. All the blood was leaving his brain. As good and as proper as Albus Dumbledore was, he was a red-blooded wizard after all.
“Er…hello, Miss Gonagall,” he said, his voice a bit hoarse as she tightened her arms around his neck. Her robes were drawn up, her legs were bare and she was in her stocking feet. Albus glanced down at them. She certainly had pretty legs and the tartan socks…just seemed to set them off perfectly.
Albus had a small sock fetish.
He looked at the witch, who had an unmistakable gleam in her eye.
“Er, Miss McGonagall, this…ah…this is highly inappropriate. What if someone were to walk in here…” he said to the witch.
Minerva gave him a naughty smile, pulled out her wand, half-turned in his lap (which had the added effect of rubbing certain body parts with certain other body parts) then locked and warded the door. She turned back to look at him.
“Oh, I see,” the wizard said, swallowing a bit and looking down at those tartan socks again. They made her feet look delicious. He caught himself.
“Ah, Miss McGonagall, you have me in quite the compromising position,” Albus said to her.
“I know, Professor. It was the only thing I could think to do. I’ve tried extra credit work, pretending I couldn’t transfigure things, detention, everything I could think of to be alone with you but you just…just didn’t bite,” the witch said staring into his blue eyes.
Albus swallowed again.
“I…I don’t bite, Miss McGonagall,” he said to the witch who gave him a wicked grin.
“Well I do, Professor,” she replied, latching on to his throat, sucking and nibbling on his skin.
Albus groaned and his hands tightened on the witch’s waist as he felt her mouth on him. It had been a very long time since he had ‘female attention’ and Minerva felt good. Very good as she applied herself to his throat. Albus hissed as she bit him a bit too hard.
“Miss McGonagall, you must stop,” he said weakly, pulling away from the witch.
”I graduate in two days, Professor…then I have to go back to Scotland,” she said softly, “I love you, Professor Dumbledore. I truly do and I know you are going to fight Grindelwald. I don’t want to leave Hogwarts without letting you know how I feel about you.”
“Love is a powerful word, Miss McGonagall,” the wizard said gently, “Perhaps it is an infatuation or just…misdirected energy.”
”I know what love is!” Minerva said sharply, frowning at him, “And I don’t want to leave Hogwarts without…without showing you how I feel about you.”
Minerva pressed her core against the hard lump beneath the wizard’s robes and rolled her hips sensuously. Albus looked distressed and turned on at the same time as he felt her move against him.
“Dear gods in heaven,” he breathed, “You simply must stop, Miss McGonagall. You are my student. I am many years your senior. This isn’t proper.”
Minerva stopped moving as Albus requested, but clung to him.
”I don’t care whether or not it’s proper, Professor. I may never see you again after graduation and I don’t want to spend the rest of my life regretting that I never touched you or you never touched me. The times are so dangerous, there is no time to be ‘proper.’ Nothing is promised to us, and I would rather live than be ‘proper.’ Do you understand, Professor? This is important to me. Don’t deny me,” Minerva said sincerely.
Albus looked at the lovely witch, his resolve wavering.
“But Miss McGonagall…what you are offering me…what you are attempting to give me…” he protested.
“Is mine to give, Professor,” she finished for him, kissing the wizard passionately.
Albus didn’t know what else to do, so gave himself over to her kiss. It was sweet, searing, full of passion. She pulled away from his mouth and drew her wand again as the wizard stared at her, so aroused he was unable to speak.
“And call me, Minerva,” she breathed, then said one other word. Twice.
“Divesto.”
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A/N: I tried, but I just couldn’t bring myself to write an Albus/Minerva lemon. I had to mentally fudge the timeline concerning the couple too, and that might have added to my reluctance. Albus was born in 1840 and Minerva in 1925. There’s an eighty-five year age difference. Sigh. Albus could have been a robust 85, maybe even utilizing Flamel’s philosopher’s stone but still. It’s easier to imagine them older and being together than younger. But…it was a fun jaunt. Thanks for reading.
Albus Dumbledore walked into the transfiguration classroom to find a little tabby cat sitting on his desk, swishing its tail and purring at him.
“Now, where did you come from?” he said to the cat, lifting it off his desk, sitting down in the swivel chair and placing it in his lap. He began to stroke the little creature, its back lifting in pleasure as he caressed it.
”You certainly are an affectionate little kitty,” he murmured at it as it rubbed its muzzle against his fingers.
The year was nineteen-forty-four. Albus Dumbledore had taught transfiguration for several years now. The kindly blue-eyed, auburn-haired wizard was well-liked by staff and students alike, and often others came to him for advice. There was a terrible situation he was dealing with concerning a wizard named Grindelwald who was interfering in muggle affairs by aiding a powerful despot of a small country with magic. It had turned into a world war and the wizard had to be stopped. Little did the muggle dictator know that the dark wizard intended to turn on him as soon as victory was assured.
Albus didn’t intend on letting that happen. It would affect both the muggle and the wizarding worlds.
The kitty stood up in his lap and nuzzled his chin under his beard.
“Here now, kitty. You are getting a bit too familiar,” he chuckled to the little beastie.
Suddenly the cat transformed and the startled wizard found himself embraced and straddled by a very young and hot-eyed Minerva McGonagall. Miss McGonagall was a seventh year student of his, and quite gifted in transfiguration. But Albus hadn’t known the young witch was an animagus as well.
“Hello Professor,” she said in her lovely Scottish lilt, smiling at the wizard, her long black hair falling over her shoulders and sharp eyes glittering into his.
Albus swallowed and adjusted his half-moon glasses. Flabbergasted at finding himself in such a compromising position with such a lovely witch, Albus didn’t know how to respond to her. All the blood was leaving his brain. As good and as proper as Albus Dumbledore was, he was a red-blooded wizard after all.
“Er…hello, Miss Gonagall,” he said, his voice a bit hoarse as she tightened her arms around his neck. Her robes were drawn up, her legs were bare and she was in her stocking feet. Albus glanced down at them. She certainly had pretty legs and the tartan socks…just seemed to set them off perfectly.
Albus had a small sock fetish.
He looked at the witch, who had an unmistakable gleam in her eye.
“Er, Miss McGonagall, this…ah…this is highly inappropriate. What if someone were to walk in here…” he said to the witch.
Minerva gave him a naughty smile, pulled out her wand, half-turned in his lap (which had the added effect of rubbing certain body parts with certain other body parts) then locked and warded the door. She turned back to look at him.
“Oh, I see,” the wizard said, swallowing a bit and looking down at those tartan socks again. They made her feet look delicious. He caught himself.
“Ah, Miss McGonagall, you have me in quite the compromising position,” Albus said to her.
“I know, Professor. It was the only thing I could think to do. I’ve tried extra credit work, pretending I couldn’t transfigure things, detention, everything I could think of to be alone with you but you just…just didn’t bite,” the witch said staring into his blue eyes.
Albus swallowed again.
“I…I don’t bite, Miss McGonagall,” he said to the witch who gave him a wicked grin.
“Well I do, Professor,” she replied, latching on to his throat, sucking and nibbling on his skin.
Albus groaned and his hands tightened on the witch’s waist as he felt her mouth on him. It had been a very long time since he had ‘female attention’ and Minerva felt good. Very good as she applied herself to his throat. Albus hissed as she bit him a bit too hard.
“Miss McGonagall, you must stop,” he said weakly, pulling away from the witch.
”I graduate in two days, Professor…then I have to go back to Scotland,” she said softly, “I love you, Professor Dumbledore. I truly do and I know you are going to fight Grindelwald. I don’t want to leave Hogwarts without letting you know how I feel about you.”
“Love is a powerful word, Miss McGonagall,” the wizard said gently, “Perhaps it is an infatuation or just…misdirected energy.”
”I know what love is!” Minerva said sharply, frowning at him, “And I don’t want to leave Hogwarts without…without showing you how I feel about you.”
Minerva pressed her core against the hard lump beneath the wizard’s robes and rolled her hips sensuously. Albus looked distressed and turned on at the same time as he felt her move against him.
“Dear gods in heaven,” he breathed, “You simply must stop, Miss McGonagall. You are my student. I am many years your senior. This isn’t proper.”
Minerva stopped moving as Albus requested, but clung to him.
”I don’t care whether or not it’s proper, Professor. I may never see you again after graduation and I don’t want to spend the rest of my life regretting that I never touched you or you never touched me. The times are so dangerous, there is no time to be ‘proper.’ Nothing is promised to us, and I would rather live than be ‘proper.’ Do you understand, Professor? This is important to me. Don’t deny me,” Minerva said sincerely.
Albus looked at the lovely witch, his resolve wavering.
“But Miss McGonagall…what you are offering me…what you are attempting to give me…” he protested.
“Is mine to give, Professor,” she finished for him, kissing the wizard passionately.
Albus didn’t know what else to do, so gave himself over to her kiss. It was sweet, searing, full of passion. She pulled away from his mouth and drew her wand again as the wizard stared at her, so aroused he was unable to speak.
“And call me, Minerva,” she breathed, then said one other word. Twice.
“Divesto.”
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A/N: I tried, but I just couldn’t bring myself to write an Albus/Minerva lemon. I had to mentally fudge the timeline concerning the couple too, and that might have added to my reluctance. Albus was born in 1840 and Minerva in 1925. There’s an eighty-five year age difference. Sigh. Albus could have been a robust 85, maybe even utilizing Flamel’s philosopher’s stone but still. It’s easier to imagine them older and being together than younger. But…it was a fun jaunt. Thanks for reading.