Hands ShakeFandom: Harry Potter
Warnings: Really vague allusions to sexual content, spoilers for book 7 if for some reason you haven't read it. XD
An eighteen-year-old Albus Dumbledore- not yet used to thinking of himself as a man, though surely he must be one by now- employs a shaking hand to push damp golden curls away from the face of the boy lying beneath him. He is nervous- giddy and terrified all at once- and every increasingly daring touch feels like fire on his skin. Gellert leans up and whispers in his ear, reckless, egging him on, promising power, promising companionship only he can give, and there's truth in the words because he wants all these things as much as Albus does. Albus reaches up to adjust the pale leg draped over his shoulder, allowing awed fingers to linger for an extra moment; he sucks in a shaky breath and wills himself to let his painstakingly maintained self-control go.
When it is over, they sink back into the sheets like sandbags, aware of t
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He lay there in the lush, green summer grass on the hill which overlooked the little wizarding town of Godrics Hollow. The grass grew a little more every day, his sharp eyesight had taken note of this fact. The sun shone brightly in the sky, dotted by tiny fluffy clouds. Godrics Hollow was a very pretty little town. Very English in its looks. Beautiful thatched cottages lined the narrow cobble streets. At the other end of the town the spiralling church tower reached up into the sky, the small cemetery covered by its shadow. The boy gave a small sigh and rolled onto his back, placing both arms underneath his head, golden hair flowing around his face perfectly. Gellert had been here now for a few days and already everyone had welcomed him into the community. Well, everyone except that strange family down the road. The Dumbledore's, his aunt had told him, kept themselves to themselves. The mother rarely left the house, always sending her two sons to ru