Albus P.W.B. Dumbledore

The spell of Scheherezade

  Love is not a spell, love will go bad, will migrate, will be expelled from the heart, will become an equal amount of despair and hate.

 But love will not disappear.

 So Finite Incantatem is totally useless!

(Reprinted with permission)

GRINDELDORE FROM 6.深海巨狗/人止

I did the translation work with some help of my friends,and we are not professional…So there may be some mistakes…

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He should have known that it wasn’t his greatest idea to try his hands on the muggle way of preparing dinner. Still, much to his misunderstanding, Albie was so fond of muggles that he wanted to give it a try. Collecting the ingredients by hand, carfully measuring the seasonings, mixing them together, pre heating the stove, all of that proved to be more complicated than he had anticipated. 

Nevertheless, in the end he was able to serve a plate of stew made out of potatoes, different vegetables and maybe a little bit too much salt. Why did that huge amount have to spill out of the salt tin after all? It was nothing but troublesome, and he swore to never cook the muggle way again. 

Gilbert let his friend try the stew at first, eagerly watching him and awaiting his initial reactions. But the face he made was not one that was utterly pleased by perfect taste.

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Even though the sun was already setting and drenching the horizon in crimson colors, humin heat was still blasting through the lands, setting ablaze every living thing it came across. It was right in the middle of summer, and which better time would there be to hunt for chills right in the middle of pathetic muggle environment? Forcing their way through thick, dying grasses, thorny bushes and barb wire fences, the two young adults finally could lay eyes upon a mere ruin of what seemed like it once was a prosperous and flourishing building, harboring people who were said to be mad. But now, behind that crooked sign, there was just a dirty old building, covered in ivy, moss and dirt.“Your cowardice will one day get the better of you, Albus.”,  the platinum haired man teased. Plus, which dangers could there even be? They were no narrow-minded muggles, nothing here should really be able to scare them. Nevertheless, he payed close attention, were it just to comfort his friend. A swift flicker of his wand was enough, not even words needed, to untwine the fence so that both of them could easily pass. The atmosphere didn’t change on the other side, so he moved on, stepped closer towards the building. “We could make this our headquarters, as nobody will ever come here. Of course we will cast protection spells to hide it in plain sight.”

Said lust ovrecame him right before he froze in time, was left immobile with Albus’ hand on his belt, just being able to witness him switching their positions without being able to do anything against it. Just seconds later he felt his body loosen up once more. Immediately after that, his hand found its way to the other boy’s neck. Grabbing his hair he pulled him close immediately, paying his courage with a deep and passionate kiss, just to whisper “Obscuro.” right in the middle of it - rendering Albus’ vision to a sea of pitch black nothingness. He was the one who decided to play dirty tricks this time, so he pushed it a step further. Knowing fully well how it renders a person helpless to not be able to see a thing, he wouldn’t keep the spell up for a long time. Still, he needed to make sure that his friend understood the lesson of not defying his authority like that. With another kiss he shushed every word of complaint his friend might utter. Guiding him backwards to an expensive looking desk he watched out that he didn’t stumble against anything, guided him perfectly, reliably. With one arm he got rid of everything on said desk, simply brushing it off to the floor so that he could lift his blinded partner up their. Gellert positioned himself between his legs and needed just a snip of his fingers to release his victim from the charm and unbutton his shirt at the same time. “I hope you learnt your place~”, he purred against hot skin, placing kisses on his sharp collarbone. “Next time you do something like that I might feel inclined to use the imperio~” They haven’t talked about the three forbidden curses yet, so he just hoped that this would be no ground for discussion and persuasion.

Things weren’t happening fast, in fact, every blink of an eye, every brush against hot skin, every single breath was so intense that Albus had the feeling that it happened in slow motion. He felt the burning sensationin his head, in his stomach when Gellert kissed him and the radiating heat from his body that might burn him down when everything went dark around him. The corners of his lips curled upwards and he closed his eyes and he let the smaller male guide him. Albus trusted him. Completly. The next moment he found himself placed on that heavy oaken desk again and  with one hand he grabbed hold of the wood refined with an expensive varnish that felt cold against his heated skin. One second later he wrapped his legs around G’s waist and pulled him closer and one hands grabbed his shirt to keep him close and at bay at the same time.

An impish smile plastered on those fine lips when those dominant words reached his ears. “My place is right next to you, my dear.” he answered calmly with that typical playful undertone that blended into the laughter Gellert seemed to be really fond of. “Imperio? I really doubt you want to fuck with a marionette. You’d be bored within moments.” Even though he was well aware of the fact that his lover was just messinng around with him as a part of their game, he wasn’t holding back his thoughts on this. “And how about less talking and more kissing?” he suggested while coming closer with every word until their lips just almost met. For a moment he paused, held still, let his breath play on those seducing lips that he wanted to have for himself so badly. Being so close made it impossible to properly look at the blond but he tried nevertheless, tried to catch that dark gaze he kind of fell for and consumed that moment with every fiber of his being.

Well, strike off the ‘kind of’. He fell for him.