|purplefluffycat (purplefluffycat) wrote,|
@ 2009-04-08 13:29:00
After a month of so of unsuccessful courtship, Albus invited his favourite Gryffindor to his rooms:
"What do you want, sir?" The plucky lad wasted no time in asking.
Insouciance - that was what was needed. Albus shrugged gracefully. "Oh, just to pass the time dear boy." He had stood deliberately away from Rufus, leaving the youth close to his open office door, unpressured. "You just slip away whenever you want to, no questions asked."
Rufus shot him a defiant look. Ah yes, that was a good start.
"You asked what I want," Albus continued, unperturbed, "Well, dear boy - I want you."
Still nothing - except perhaps a widening of the eyes. Albus smiled to himself, and inched closer, as approaching a wild animal and attempting not to startle.
Still closer, still no retreat. Slowly, meticulously, he reached out to part Rufus' outer robes, strong hands caressing lean sides. A gasp from the boy, then Albus captured those tempting lips in his own as they parted in surprise.
A few seconds later, a stroppy young tongue met his own. He was home.
Hands were pushed away rashly, the glass of violet liqueur spilled across the tabletop and the bed still depressingly in full array. "I'll tell my father about you, you pervert! And he'll tell the Headmaster in no time! You just wait!"
"Draco, stop! I didn't mean... that is, I did, but..."
The boy spat on the floor and stalked toward the door. Gilderoy fumbled for his wand, forming the spell just in time.
A bright flash subsumed the room, then Master Malfoy continued calmly into the corridor, blinking and with a ponderous crease set across his brow. Gilderoy breathed a sigh of relief, and reflexively went to the mirror to adjust his hair. All, thankfully, was safe. - Or at least, so he thought.
Unfortunately, the boy's threats of informing the Headmaster seemed to have rung true in an very short space of time, for who should enter the room just then, but Professor Dumbledore.
"Ah, Gilderoy," he said, mild and beaming, "Fair choice, but - tush, tush - you must be more careful!"
"Headmaster, I..." Eyes downcast, fingers fiddling with an embroidered hem.
Albus continued blithely. "Oh yes, you were Horace's, weren't you? He never did get over the texture of your hair on his inner thigh. And apparently, your torso was to die for." A roving gaze crossed his form. "I daresay it still is."
Gilderoy was gobsmacked. "So you're not..."
"Cross? About to show you the door? No such thing, dear boy. There have to be some perks of the job, after all. Just please try to be discreet in future; make sure they're willing before you try anything. I suggest nothing younger than a fifth-year, to be honest."
Gilderoy nodded mutely.
"I know! If fair-haired boys are your thing as well, why don't you try the elder Cuthbert-Tomkins. He was headed to Eton, after all - he's probably pre-trained."
With a cheery wink Albus left Gilderoy's chamber, stunned silence and not a little anticipation in his wake.
It was a different office these days, but Albus' decor had changed remarkably little. Rufus remembered the wall hangings; the scarred old table where they had shared breakfast. He tried not to flush under Albus' penetrating gaze - he was supposed to be there for business.
Albus listened to his requests, but then furrowed his brow, sadly. "I'm sorry, Rufus, but it simply isn't appropriate for me to offer you Mr. Potter's endorsement at this time."
Cutting disappointment. But Professor, don't you remember, I was so enthusiastic...
He cleared his throat and tried to gather his wits. "It is essential for National Security that you agree."
"I'm afraid I must beg to differ." Albus spoke very calmly, but within those soft tones was a resolve of steel.
But you shagged me so brilliantly, Professor. Your auburn beard scratching my back as you thrust and came...
He'd have to try another tack. "The Ministry must appear to be allied with all factions that are regarded... popular. The people's morale needs to be kept high, and-"
"-Potter is not your key to doing so."
But you let me stay with you afterwards, Professor. Sometimes I was still beneath your eiderdown as sunlight filtered through the leaded-lights...
It was all too much. Every anxious feeling that had been simmering bubbled to the surface and Rufus threw his papers across the Headmaster's desk. "You must listen to reason!"
As ever, Albus remained unruffled at his outburst. "The answer's 'no,' Rufus. Unmovably 'no'."