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Pretty In Silk

kantele

Summary:

Albus gives Gellert a surprise for his birthday

Warnings: smut, naughty Dumbledore 🤭

Story:

Albus was sitting at the breakfast table, humming quietly under his breath as he read the Daily Prophet. Dishes were washing by themselves in the sink as eggs sizzled on the pan. He heard footsteps coming down the stairs and soon he felt lips placing a kiss on his forehead. He smiled.

"Good morning, mein Lieber," Gellert murmured against his skin.

"Morning, Gellert," Albus replied, reaching out to squeeze Gellert's hand. Gellert squeezed back before sitting down next to him. Immediately, a cup of coffee and a plate of eggs levitated on the table in front of him.

"Thank you, my love," he said and started to eat. Albus smiled and handed him the front pages of the newspaper. They spent a few moments eating in pleasant silence before Gellert let out a scoff.

Albus raised his brow. "What is it?"

"The Ministry is full of idiots," Gellert said, disdainfully throwing the paper back on the table.

Albus shook his head in amusement. "You work for the ministry, my dear."

"Regrettably," Gellert said and wiped his mouth. With a flick of his hand, his plate joined the other dishes washing in the sink.

Albus smiled fondly at him. "I'm certain you will get your chance at being the Minister. You can change things then."

Gellert flicked his hand again. After a moment his coat flew to his outstretched hand. "I will. But until then, alas, I will have to be satisfied with doing their grunt work."

"How is the clean-up going?" Albus asked and waved his hand to wipe away the rest of the plates.

"Slowly," Gellert answered as he summoned his suitcase, "But we are making progress. The last signs of the War should be gone soon. At least the physical ones."

"Good," Albus said as they walked together to the door. As the reached it, Albus gripped Gellert by the lapels of his coat and pecked him lightly on the lips. "Have a good day at the office."

"Thank you, my dear," Gellert said. He graced his lips on Albus' cheek. "What about you? What are you doing today? More grading?"

"Yes, I still have the first years' essays to mark."

Gellert grimaced. "I've changed my mind. Working at the Ministry is delightful."

Albus smacked him on the chest. "Oh, shush, it's not that bad. In fact, I find them rather-," he paused, looking for an appropriate description, "creative."

Gellert raised his brow doubtfully. "If you say so, my love."

Albus rolled his eyes and pushed him towards the door. "Goodbye, Gellert."

Gellert smirked. "Goodbye, mein Schatz."

Albus closed the door on his smirking face and shook his head fondly. Putting his hands on his pockets, he turned around and went to start his grading.