After watching Fantastic beasts last weekend and since I enjoy reading all your fics time has come to throw mine into the vast world of tumblr. Itâs about young Dumbledore and a female reader in her twenties. The situation is fictional and absolutely non-canon. theyâre at the Order of the Phoenix headquarter and reader and Albus have been flirting for a long time, this evening there might be happening even more. Characters of the Harry Potter canon are also present, nonetheless Dumbledore is the one of fantastic beasts 2 flashbacks, so no Dumbledaddy and Granddumbledaddy đ . It doesnât have to be logical, does it? So, anyways- Enjoy :)
Ah well, maybe I should say Iâm not a native speaker so please be indulgent. Also, the gifs arenât mine, but belong to the accounts indicated underneath so pls give credit to them.
WARNINGS: sexual content. Plus, if you like Cormac Maclaggan, maybe do not read, he doesnât get away too good in here đ
also, has gotten very long. So yeah anyway, I hope you enjoy.
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It was night at the Order of the Phoenix headquarters. Snow fell in big flakes on the landscape around the estate, the Order of the Phoenix had managed to organise. It connected to a little village, on one of its hills it stood, and resembled more than ever a christmas gingerbread house, as it was covered with layers of thick snow. Dull lights were coming from the big windows and if there hadnât been set up all sorts of protective enchantments, anti muggle and dark magic spells, one couldâve easily heard the cheerful and agitated voices penetrating through the kitchen walls. It was a large house with several floors and though it was built in the style of the 19th century there were no rooms for servants. It belonged to an old wizard family, so no such rooms had ever been required, so it resembled more an old French cottage.
The Order of the Phoenix were celebrating a recent victory over the one who shall not be named, and the Weasleys, Tonks, Lupin, Sirius, Mad-eye, Albus Dumbledore, Newt and Tina Scamander and their kids, Kingsley Shakelbolt, even Mundungus Fletcher, and many I had never seen before in my life, were guests. We were all sitting at the long kitchen table and had worked through a delicious 3-course menu, cooked by Mrs Weasley herself with Ginnys my and the not that volontary help of Ginnyâs siblings.
Ginny and I had grown to sisters since our time here. I had been a free journalist and writer, but since you-know-who had grown in strength and influence, Albus had advised me not to leave the house too often anymore and to settle permanently in the headquarters of the Order. Though I was a refugee in some sense, I could still enjoy living here. It was always busy, Mrs Weasley served 1 hot meal a day and no one complained about the late Night jazz, I was listening on the Grammophone I found in my room. I also was responsible for hiring more members since I had excellent connections. For example I had been the one to pick up Tonks, who was without doubt a strong enrichment for the circle.
Ginny, who was sitting beside me, poked me hard in the ribs and grinned a dirty, challenging grin. I tried to keep a straight face and resisted the urge to roll my eyes. We were sitting at the dessert and devoured the apple crumble as we were hungry after 3 courses and Dumbledore sat right in front of us side by side with Remus Lupin and Kingsley. I knew exactly what she was implying and hated her for teasing in that specific moment. Of course I had told her about my crush on Albus Dumbledore, the maybe mightiest wizard on earth, but she maybe took it too lighthearted since she seemed to believe it was only a crush and not, as it really was, that I had completely and utterly fallen for this guy.
Dumbledore used to be my and Ginnyâs teacher in Hogwarts. We were both the same age. Albus had recently begun to teach us more complex magic right here in the house, as we hadnât had time, after finishing the seventh year, to properly intensify any magic studies. The dark lord had rised to his actual highest power last year, when I was writing critical articles for the daily prophet, until I was picked up by the Order. He took the time to teach us defensive spells in the library upstairs, and since I was especially eager, he soon had started to dosome extra lessons with me, in which he showed me some wondrous little spells to transmit messages for instance and even deeper stuff, high magic, one couldnât easily find in books. Often, we ended up talking, and since I had always had a weakness for philosophy and the big questions, we often sat till late after midnight in the library upstairs or at the kitchen table and elaborated some difficult thoughts. No wonder, Ginny, Fred and George had taken that as an opportunity to make some nasty jokes, which didnât ameliorate my state at all, since I couldnât help myself but feeling strongly drawn towards this handsome, intelligent and witty wizard. Oh, an Anapher, I thought to myself and giggled, which made Dumbledore on the opposite side of the table in front of me look up from his conversation with Remus. His look was curious and the blue eyes seemed to pierce mine and I quickly lowered my eyes. Ah, my glass of wine. I quickly picked it up and took a large swallow. Then I turned to Ginny, who bit strongly her lips so that she wouldnât break into a laughter, for which I was so very thankful. I felt Albusâ eyes on me when I quickly tried to come up with a conversation topic with Ginny.
âI think Mom doesnât like having Mundungus hereâ, she helped, immediately understanding what my situation required. That was one of the things I loved about her.
âYeahâ, I said slowly, gathering my thoughts and tried to ignore the intense sting in mu guts, which were the butterflies that tried to catch my attention. âUhm, I guess he could have a wash sometime.â
âWouldnât do him any harmâ, Ginny endorsed.
âSeldom doesâ, I sad drily, thinking of various accidents I have had in the shower. I was rather clumsy.
For one second I thought I had heard a giggle from across the table, but when I turned, Albus was again in deep conversation with Lupin. But the conversation didnât look to be serious. Nothing did, this evening. All was good. They were both grinning and Remus was talking to Albus with his hand over his mouth, while Albus was listening amused, his thumb gently caressing his lower lip.
âHey, Girlsâ, Fred said, sitting on Ginnyâs other side. âWould you tell the others to go out in the garden in half an hour? George and I have prepared something that weâre sure everybodyâs gonna enjoy.â
Ginny and I rose our eyebrows at the same time. âEveryone?â, I asked, throwing a glance towards Mrs Weasley.
âPromisedâ, Fred said and lay a hand on my shoulder. âDonât you worry, A-student.â That was one of the niknames they had made up for me, since they had noticed my vibes regarding a certain wizard.
âFred!â, Ginny said admonishing and strongly reminded you of her mother, which you would of course never in a hundred years tell her.
âAll right, sister darling. Weâre off! George?â
The twins disappeared through the door behind our backs. Nobody noticed their absence, all were absorbed in their conversations.
Suddenly, I felt something at my right leg under the table. It was a stride of someoneâs leg and at the same time I felt Albus eyes on me again. My heart missed a beat and I didnât dare moving, still having my head turned towards Ginny, who was biting her upper lip in thoughts. At the same time, someone was taking a seat on the empty chair beside me. It was Cormac Maclaggan, the son of some high member of the Order, though there was no real hierarchy of course. I had great respect, for him, but not so much for his son Cormac, who was a very good looking but annoyingly pretentious young fella. I looked very good this evening, myself. Since there were not many occasions, I had taken the time to curle my hair, although I wore a bowler hat, and to put a dress on that in the front only covered my breasts in a v-cut-out form. It was Bordeaux red, my favorite color. But I didnât care to wear high heels since there was no point at all in trying to make myself look taller. I was tiny. Having authority was an everyday struggle. I had put away the cardigan I had been wearing all evening, after the meal, when the atmosphere and the wine had warmed me up, but now regretted that I had done so. It was obvious that Cormac had come sitting with me, seeing so much bare young flesh in the air.
âHey thereâ he sad casually and turned his glass of Laphroig 10 years in his fingers.
âHelloâ, I said mechanically, still paying attention to Ginny, who suddenly got up and said: âI have to look after Fred and George. I really have a bad feeling about itâ, and rushed away. Slowly I turned towards Cormac. Ginny had seriously left me with that moron. Cormac leaned forward, flattered by the unshared attention I was forced to give him now, and gave me a sign to do the same. Reluctantly, I leaned in. A cloud of alcoholic breath hit me and I turned my face to the side.
âToday, you lookâŠâ, he pretended to hesitate. âSimplyâŠumm⊠well, simply smashingâ, he ended the compliment.
I got back to my position, grabbed my glass and emptied it. âThank you, Cormacâ, I said. It was an Anapher again, I thought amused.
âYou knowâ, he said, âmy father wants me to start in his department at the ministry.â
Oh no, I thought, now I have to listen to some bullshit this guy has chosen me to tell, probably to present himself in a good light. And so it was. He went far afield and spoke about his difficult childhood and the quarrel with his father. I forced myself to listen and tried to forget about the fact he only spoke with me because he thought I was looking hot tonight, nonetheless I tried giving some advice and take honest interest in his drunk worries. I couldnât help it, but when I listened to Cormacs story, my eyes wandered across the table to the very wizard still talking to Lupin.
Dumbledore looked dashing, as always, but especially this evening. He wore a dark blue ensemble with a slight baroque print which matched his robe. He had taken out his suit jacket and had rolled up bis sleeves over his strong masculine arms. In his waistcoat pocket I could spot the chain of a watch. He looked intensely at Lupin, as he always did with everyone he was talking to. I knew the look very well, it made my heart race when I didnât manage to control my emotions while talking about serious philosophy topics with him. And I had even the absurd feeling there was something coming from his side, too. When he had looked at me one second longer than at anybody else. When I had lessons with the others, he went to each of us individually, correcting our wand movements, and the moment he reached me, he lowered his voice a bit, almost whispering when he carefully moved my arm to bring it in the right position. But maybe it was all rubbish. It was just my imagination. How pathetic I was, thinking Albus Dumbledore could be bothering with my existence.
I tapped my glass with my wand and it filled up with Tempranillo, while the level in the bottle in the middle of the table sank. I took a big swallow, nodding to Cormac, encouraging him to go on. Suddenly, I felt a big urge in my guts. The butterflies fluttered insisting and painfully on the walls of my stomach. I couldnât hold it any longer. I had to act. Do something bold, something reckless. But what?
Without thinking about it, I moved my left leg under the table, until I felt a resistance. It had to be Dumbledores leg, he had crossed them and his left foot was on the floor, touching with mine, while his right shoe scratched over the thin skin of my thights. My heart was pumping fast, while I forced myself to sit calmly, my head still turned to Cormac, my thoughts everywhere but with him. Now there was no going back. I didnât move. I kept my leg leaned l against his, feeling the fabric of his trousers and his leg underneath. Normally, one doesnât keep ones feet touching, it is rather uncomfortable, isnât it, when it happens under the table, one tries to ignore what had happened and keep ones feet under ones seat. He had to notice. One notices.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw, that Albus head had turned to me. He was looking at me, while I concentrated on what Cormac said to not give anything away. He had noticed. Oh god, he had noticed. But he didnât yet remove his leg. The moment was so intense, the tension transformed milliseconds into minutes. I didnât dare meeting Albus eyes, not now. I was afraid of my own bold move. He kept his leg where it was. He didnât move it one inch. We were still touching with the whole length of our lower legs.
Fortunately, Albus turned to Remus again and I felt the tension drop from me and when I took a deep breath, I realized I hadnât breathed all along. All of a sudden, I was so eager to appear as if nothing had happened, that nothing was going on under this very table, that I began talking to Cormac enthusiastically, gesturing and giving some actual good advice. Cormac followed my remarks with slight astonishment in his glare, as if no one ever had talked to him like that, though from time to time his eyes wandered unmistakably at my DekolletĂ©.
I had almost forgotten about the position of my leg, when something suddenly curled around it. It was a shoe, that had moved gently but firmly in the space between my calf and my knee, so I was unable to move it. I gasped but recovered so quickly that Cormac didnât notice a thing. In fact, he thought I had finished talking so he went on. I ceased the opportunity, took a deep breath and slightly turned my head. Albus was still in conversation with Lupin and nothing made the impression something was unusual. But as I glanced over, he caught me. His clear blue eyes pierced themselves into mine, a fire blazing in them. I couldnât move, my entire body was paralized. A smile appeared on the corner of Albusâ mouth, merely recognizable, while his eyes kept piercing into mine. My heart wasnât responding, I couldnât feel it anymore.
âAm I right?â Cormacs voice came from far away. Slowly, I turned back to him.
âAm I right?â He replied.
I blinked my eyes a few times, now feeling my heart hammering against my ribs. âYesâ, I said, but my voice broke.
I looked again over my shoulder to Albus, who again was in such deep conversation that I asked myself whether we truly had have a moment one second ago or my confused head had just made it up. My heart was telling me otherwise.
âWhat are you looking at?â Cormac said suddenly.
âNothing.â I quickly spinned around.
But Cormac kept staring at something behind me and even got up from his chair. Alarmed, I followed his eyes to the window that led out to the garden and now others were also turning to the window. There was a sound. It was a cracking and snapping and suddenly there were strings of colored light outside, rising up to the sky and fading.
âOhâ I said loudly, suddenly remembering. âThatâs Fred and George. They asked me to take you out in the garden by now. It should be surprise.â
A surprise it was indeed. A wave of understanding relief was going through the room and now chairs were moved and everyone got up and fetched their robes and coats to witness the fireworks the twins were launching.
Automatically I also wanted to get up but fell straight back into my chair. Albus hadnât moved his feet one bit and they were still wrapped around mine.
âArenât you coming?â Cormac asked impatiently. I hadnât realised he was wating for me.
âUmm yes, Iâm just turning a cigarette for me. I see you outsideâ, I replied in an as normal tone as possible.
I saw Albus chuckle quietly, he seemed somehow very pleased with himself. Cormac lanced a quick gaze at him before leaving with everyone else through the terrace doors. Nervously I took another sip of my glass while Albus casually leaned back in his chair, still not loosening his grip around my leg, his head tilted to one side, a slight grin on his lips and with ever so sparkling eyes.
When everyone was gone and the only thing we could hear was the far away exploding magic fireworks, I indeed began turning myself a cigarette. I felt Albusâ stare on me. There was no point in pretending. I looked openly at him, all fassade falling. His gaze locked with mine and there was no coming back.
âI think Mr Maclaggan was rather interested in youâ, Albus said, crossing his arms and the smile dropped from his lips, all of a sudden in very teacher-like manner. âDid you notice?â
I rose my eyebrows, looking down to the cigarette, which was ready to be moistened. âUmm, yeah, I suppose I noticedâ I replied frankly, not really seeing the point of this question.
Albus nodded slowly, watching me carefully. âSo, you arenât interested in him?â
I flinched my eyes up, and, when meeting his gaze, couldnât help there was a bit of mockery in mine. This was the mightiest wizard, a charming man, the quick-witted wizard, who had defeated Grindelwald. He was the one You-know-who feared the most and this was his attempt to built up on what had happened under the table? That he made fun of me? Was he nervous? Maybe the same thoughts occurred to him, because he finally gave my legs free.
âNo, unfortunately Iâm not interested in himâ, I said slowly, not interrupting our eye contact. I led the cigarette to my mouth and slowly moistened the paper with the tip of my tongue, before I rolled the rest of it in. An almost hungry expression had flickered across Dumbledores eyes for the one split of a second, but his face immediately went straight again. I really didnât know where I got the courage to behave seductively but I attributed it to the wondrous qualities of the wine.
âIâm interested in someone elseâ, I said firmly and rose from my chair. I had just decided that it was too nerve wracking at the moment to take all of this in. I wanted to leave the situation, it made me feel helpless.
Automatically Albus got up, too, being the polite Englishman he was. Though he had a disturbed look on his face. âSo, you wanna go outside?â
âYesâ, I said as if I had just realized what good an idea it in fact was. âAre you coming with me?â
Albus smiled. âI am. In fact, I am.â He came around the table towards me. Instinctively, I held my breath. âBut let me first draw a coat for you.â
While I was standing there in confusion, he pointed his wand in the air and as he drew with gently but eccentric swings in the space between the two of us, a dark blue sammet poncho appeared. It slowly floated down into his arms, where he carefully picked it up. I couldnât help but feeling charmed. That was extraordinary magic. âThere you areâ he said, handling it over to me. I supposed he didnât want to put it himself over my shoulders, since he didnât want to be the offensive oldschool gentleman. That was a great treat about Albus. He was even interested in genderstudies and feminist movements, although in the wizard of world there had never been as big a gap between the two genders than in the muggle world. I was a muggle born, so that of course was also a topic of my concern. Still.
I threw the poncho over my shoulders. It had two openings for the hands and though it was a very light sammet fabric, I instantly felt warm and I didnât doubt it would be any different outside. While I kept examining it bewildered, Albus said: âI thought youâd prefer something more like a blanket, since I see you always curled up in one when we meet here.â
It was true. I liked sitting at the window in the salon, watching the landscape changed by the weather and reading. Often, Albus had come trudging through high snow, coming from far. But had he noticed�
I couldnât hold it any longer. âAlbusâ I said, wishing so much my voice would hold, but it instantly broke. âWas that really your foot?â
âWhy wouldnât it have been?â he said with a smile playing around his lips and his eyes sparkled.
âWell⊠because you are Albus Dumbledore. You are the most admired wizard and all that -â
â-exactly, all that. Itâs a wall that people built around others with prejudice, just to put a label on them to make themselves feel save. They donât even try to see others as humans. But thats what I like so much about you. You see me as a person. You tried to see me as one. Weâve got to know each other as persons-â
â- but besidesâ I intereupted rudly, because I got going, âyou loved Gellert Grindelwald, so, I donât know if you can even be in love my gender -â
âI donât love your gender, I love youâ, Albus said strongly and looked heavily on the floor between us before staring me right into the eyes.
âOhâ I whispered. Now I was calm. Even the noise from outside seemed to have vanished.
âI doâ he replied heavily and put an emphasis on every word. âAnd Iâve struggled for a long time, I can admit it to you now. I donât want to think you like me because of⊠well, all those features you just described. But for the person you maybe think I am. And I desperately want to be that person. Itâs my deepest wish.â
âButâŠIâm so much younger than you. So⊠do you like me because Iâm well, young and pretty?â
âWell, I donât usually call myself that, but.. â
âYouâre not pretty, (Y/N), youâre absolutely stunningâ he said and the last two words came out as a mere whisper. Albus seemed to examine my face, I blushed instantly, but so did he and he looked down at his feet, as if he thought he had offended me. âWhatsoeverâ he said, taking a deep breath, âI have asked myself that, I really have. But then I thought - no, Iâve met a bunch of well, as youâd call them, pretty people throughout my, as you emphasized correctly, several years of life experience. So I donât think that was what m stroke me so much about you.â I clinched on the back of a chair, because my knees felt weak. Albus looked intensely at the chair, not seeing it, but lost in thoughts, as it seemed. âI was impressed about your intellect, thatâs for sure. But that also was not entirely it. But I thinkâ and he looked up again and our eyes locked. âOne doesnât have to know.â He said it as it was a question. I breathed heavily in because I thought I had to answer something wisely now, while my thoughts went blank again.
Dumbledore rose from his position and slowly approached me. I looked up and examined the wrinkles in his face. There werenât so many. They were especially around his eyes and in his forehead, indicating the two things that he probably did the most - thinking and joking.
âSome secrets have to dwell â I said. âOne has to let them as they are to understand them.â Albus smirked at those words, his eyes lightened up even more, as they seemed to reach into my soul.
I had never been so close to him, never had I realized like in that moment what a handsome man he was and it stroke me once more.
Albus blinked, as I he wasnât sure that he had heard right.
âKiss meâ I replied whispering.
In a sudden move, he reached out for my cheek, brushing it gently with his thumb, leaned in and pressed his lips on mine. Immediately, my stomach dropped and I took a deep breath and inhaled his sweet scent which hit my brain and filled it so that every thought was immediately swiped away. I was kissing Dumbledore. Albus Dumbledore. His lips were hot and soft. We didnât move, just stayed there, lips locked, both breathing very heavily, feeling all sorts of emotions, amplified by the scent of each other. He pulled me closer to him, so that I was resting against his strong chest, my hands around his neck.
He gently pulled away from the kiss, looking me in the eyes, and whispered â(Y/N)..â, still as close as one could be.
âAlbusâ I replied. Then I leaned in again, pressing my lips on his, moving them slowly, the stubbles of his beard rubbing against my chin.
As I parted his lips with my tongue, he let out a soft moan, me nearly losing my mind at this sound and his grip tightened around my waist. I recalled that I had to be the only person he had let that close to him after Gellert, the only person he had kissed since him. And it didnât make the impression he was disappointed. He was breathing heavily now, his tongue dominating mine now and he started pushing me towards the table, where I stayed leaned against the back of a chair. He pushed his leg between mine. When I felt his errection, I let out a barely audible moan, but Albus heard it, groaning deep as it made him loose everything.
Suddenly, there was a sound. Someone was approaching. Albus and I disparaged quickly, arranging what had got out of place. We heard some steps coming not from outside but out of the corridor. It was Kreacher, the houseelf. Relieved, we both exhaled.
âOh sorryâ, Kreacher said when he saw us. âEveryoneâs gone I thoughtâŠâ
âItâs all good Kreacherâ, I said. My voice sounded strangely alien to me. âTheyâre all outside, but theyâre coming back at any moment. Weâll tell you when weâre finished. Please, enjoy your free time until then.â
âThank you, Miss (Y/N).â Kreacher shuffled out of the kitchen, mumbling to himself. That was the first time ever I asked myself if houseelfea were sensible for romantic vibes âŠ
Albus and I exchanged a glance.
âWell, that was ⊠fortunate. Could have been worseâ, I said, rearranging my curls underneath my bowler.
âYeahâ, Albus said slowly. He seemed fighting a conflict in thoughts. â(Y/N) listen.â He reached out for my hand. âI have to apologize, I really had planned that to be ⊠more romantic.â
I laughed. âIts okay. We had both part in it.â I smiled, but Albus still seemed a little upset. âSo you planned it, huh?â, I said playfully, hoping I could cheer him up a bit.
He met my eyes, smirking mischievously. I almost fainted at that expression, blushing heavily.
âWellâ he said. âI have definitely thought about it one time or another. But I was too overwhelmed, I ⊠Iâll make up for my uncontrolled behaviour.â He gently kissed my cheek, brushing my hand with his thumb.
âWellâŠone can not plan emotions, I suppose. But Iâm thrilled to know that I make you lose your clever mind, Albus Dumbledore.â
He smiled at me, brighter than ever and his eyes sparkled with utmost joy. Then he leaned in to kiss me again.
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