How Snape REALLY killed Dumbledore.

Draco regarded the Wizard before him and smirked. Not so powerful now eh? He'd been waiting for this moment all year and Merlin knew he'd worked for it. So why not have some fun? He'd cornered the old man early, he wanted to play a while before the other Deatheaters arrived. He grinned maliciously and licked his lips. For such a respected wizard he was so easy to disarm. Maybe he wanted this.

Dumbledore shuddered, uncomfortable under the younger Wizard's scrutiny. He had been staring at the stone floor, waiting, but thus far nothing came. No flash of green light. Just silence. He looked up, sparkling blue eyes connected with steely grey and Dumbledore gasped. There was a fire in the boys eyes...a lustful fire which wasn't borne of the lust for blood. No this was unbridled desire.

Draco's loins jumped to attention when Dumbledore met his gaze his member growing painfully hard. He had to have him. Now. He reached forward and grabbed the elderly wizard by the beard, tearing it from it's follicles and disregarding the man's howls as the hair was ripped from his chin.

He forced him to his knees, hand still fisted in the wizard's beard. "Unzip my trousers. Quickly!" Dumbledore reached up, hands shaking, gnarled with age and painful with arthritis. He fumbled with the small metal contraption unable to have any real effect. He was, however, having an effect on Draco, whose eyelids fluttered at each accidental touch. He angered at the teasing and growled at the older man "Enough you foolish oaf!" and with one movement he yanked down his trousers freeing his love wand.

Dumbledore gasped, noting that the boy went commando. "It's...so meaty..." he murmured. Dumbledore opened his mouth in anticipation of accomadating the proud cock before him but Draco stopped him with a graceful wave of his hand. "Remove your teeth first, can't have you biting, can we?" and he grinned malevolently at the old man's peturbed expression. Dumbledore did not waste time complaining however and pulled his falsies from his gums with a slurp, wiping the spittle off of his chin and throwing them to the side.

"Now Suck. To Completion!"

And he thrusted into the old mans open mouth with reckless abandon. Dumbledore was shocked and steadied himself holding the boys thighs. "Mmmm your gums!" the boy groaned "they are so warm, so wet, your mouth is like a fucking vagina!" Dumbledore pumped his head in rhythm with the boys thrusts and it drove Draco wild. It took all of his strength to eventually heave the man to his feet using the remnants of his beard. "Maybe I won't come in your mouth" No. That was simply too enjoyable. He wanted to take this further.

Dumbledore gulped in fear. He thought it would be over. He silently implored the boy staring at him with wide eyes but to no avail and he gasped as he was viciously shoved over his own oak desk. He groaned, winded trying to cradle his stomach but Draco grabbed his arms and tied them to the table. He then pulled the hem of the old mans robes and threw it up, over his back and stepped back to enjoy his handiwork.

He laughed aloud. So the old man went commando too! He bit his lip, eyes darkening with desire as he regarded the old mans raised posterior. His wrinkled flesh was criss crossed with purple capillaries and it jiggled tantalisingly as he squirmed.

He growled and reached towards the offering infront of him, pulling the cheeks apart he drawled "So, my delicious raisin, your brown eye isn't as sparkling as your blue ones..."

Finally catching the boys intention Dumbledore screamed "Please Draco! No!"

"Your lips scream no but your entrance screams yes!" yelled the young slytherin before plunging into the most intimate depths of the older man.

"Arrrrrrgh" Albus screamed as his rectum was stretched to tearing point by Draco's formidable rod.

"Oh yeah take it Dumbledore TAKE IT ALL!" Draco thrust with all of his might, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his teeth clenched and his eyes tightly shut.

Dumbledore squeezed Draco with his sphincter, the sensations growing more and more pleasant, he found himself pushing backwards eagerly meeting the boy thrust for thrust.

Draco slowed his pace, noting the old mans enthusiasm he leaned over him and whispered in his ear "enjoying your self, sir?" Dumbledore remained silent so the boy reached around to feel his headmasters own member satin soft yet hard in his smooth palm. "Oh" Draco murmured still buried inside him "I think you are!"

With that Draco withdrew and went around to unfasten Dumbledores restraints letting him right himself before the hopping onto the desk.

"Impale yourself on me."

Dumbledore licked his lips and regarded the young man sat before him. Leaning back on his hands and swinging his legs with a grin. He was so confident, so self assured. Dumbledores knees were weak and he found himself complying with Dracos wishes.

Meanwhile, in a dark corner. Silent, unable to move. Green eyes rounded in horror at the scene displayed infront of him Harry Potter stood staring. At first anger bubbled beneath the surface. White hot. That fucking slimy ferret, he'd kill him. He'd tear him limb from limb. But then...something changed...the sleek, attractive young man whom he hated and the man he most respected in the world. Together. A flash of arousal ran through his body and he became frustratingly hard. Unable to move, unable to join in. Hell, Malfoy didn't know he was there! ...and yet that was something appealing about even that. He was able to indulge in his voyueristic fantasies, and it wasn't even his fault! He was totally blameless...

BOOM!

Harry's eyes were torn from the scene to the door in the centre of the room. Likewise, Draco pulled his lips from his headmasters neck to look up, startled. Dumbledore however didn't notice, he was bouncing with too much abandon. Moaning too wildly. His silvery mane whipping about his eyes, obscuring his vision.

"Albus??!?"

It was Snape. From behind the old man Draco grinned at his potions professor, delighting in the revulsion on his face.

Dumbledores mouth hung open, jaw flapping wordlessly. He cleared his throat, coming to his senses..."Sev...sever...Urrng" He gripped his chest, the surprise
overwhelming his frail body. It was his time, he slumped over, falling off of Draco's cock as he did so. And, bare arse displayed proudly, cheeks red from the force of his passion, Albus Dumbledore died.

"Well" Draco smirked jumping from the desk and righting his clothes "That's one way to do it. Professor Snape, I do believe you just killed Dumbledore!"