"Um..." sighs Albus, "I've been thinking a lot, especially the last few months, about this-this book Kendra read to me. It's this story about a boy. He grew up different from the rest -
without a heart. He used to live with different families: muggle and magical for some time. Then he'd float out with the breeze. And he implanted kaleidoscopes instead of eyes to see more people around him. He tried to fill his chest with pretty jewels, but they were useless, so he had to give them out. And one day the Healers said they found a cure. They said they'd found a pure beating heart. He didn't know how he was blessed, so he rejected it. Some said "poor boy", some said "lucky man"."
"I guess it's up to a child to decide who he really was. Very progressive of the author," comments Gellert, touching Albus's red hair. His big smart head is resting on the blonde boy's pale chest.
The sun is at the high peak, the particles of light bring heat to the languished village. The boys leave their shelter under the oak tree and make their way to the terrace nearby. Gellert stops and leans against the brick wall, gently touching Albus's hand.
"Speaking of children, I know your sister is not a squib..." softly commences Gellert.
"And what?" Albus rudely interrupts, his whole body is tied in a note from anxiety this conversation brings him, "Is that bothering you?!"
Albus rushed down the ladder as if trying run away from Gellert
"If you need me, I'm here, assures him Gellert, putting his hand on Albus's shoulder.
"What do I need? A nanny? If you want to do a little bit of good, then don't talk about it with anybody else including me! When I'll need to repair the house from her magical outbursts, I'll send you an owl," Albus lashed out and proceeds to leave Gellert behind, entering a tunnel. Baffled and sad, he follows Dumbledore's footsteps into the darkness and coolness.
"I'm not pitying you. Frankly, I don't know how to. But, yes, you're right. I shouldn't have started the conversation. Sorry," Gellert mutters and, on leaving the tunnel, he steps into the abandoned barn. This barn is infamous place for lecherous teenagers, old drunks and, apparently, ashamed fools in love.
Now it's time for Albus to catch up with his beloved. He closes the door behind him and approaches Gellert.
"Gellert, look at me," Albus demands, lovingly lifting his chin, "I'll leave everything and follow you one day. But while I'm still a part of the Dumbledore family, I must keep the word I gave to my mom," Albus's voice is cracking on the last word, and Gellert comes closer.
"Promise, you won't touch me!" Albus explodes only thinking of how Gellert's touching affects his certain body part. One thing is to have a hard-on under the disguise of the mighty branches, but right now, in front of Gellert's curious face....
"Of course, I promise....You'll be the one doing the touching," clarifies Gellert and turning his back on Albus while giving him directions, "Albus, put your hands here, and your head on my shoulder...I can't believe it. Guess what, I'm also a virgin, but you're just a straight up Christian saint."
These false allegations bother Albus, and his stubbornness comes into view. He follows Gellert's directions, making him want to get into the action even more.
"There are so many places your hands can go to. But I prefer to wait. You can't hurry love... Oh, couldn't you've come earlier? Don't you care? You pull away from me. Don't you like me?" Gellert sighs and pinches Albus's chin. Dumbledore frowns and sits down on the stack of fresh hay.
Hey, Albus, can I kiss you? Don't look so glum. Just one kiss...Come on, its just a kiss.
Albus looks around himself, checking the door and the windows. The dwellers of Godric's Hollow are not known for respecting anybody's privacy. A frivolous act like one that Gellert has just proposed can easily turn to the next hot topic of idle talks of tomorrow. After a moment of hesitation Albus nods nervously.
"But not long. And no tongue," says Albus and shrugs a little bit. But still, he is searching for a glimpse of moral support in Gellert's sparkling eyes.
"Of course not. I'm not an easy lay," assures Gellert and pulls him closer. His hands gently pat Albus's elbows.
"Promise?" Albus almost whispers.
"On my heart!" Gellert lies, and the confidence of that lie makes Albus close his eyes and hide behind the fragile shield of his juvenile fantasies. Gellert gently steals his lips, and just when his tongue is about to go farther than he promised it would, Albus pushes him away.
"You promised!" exclaims Albus
"Sorry, I have no heart. Am I a lucky man or a poor boy?" Gellert chuckles, and it makes Albus frown. Irony is a quite a challenge for his fragile struggling self-esteem, especially when it comes from his loved one.
"Very funny!" Albus groans and storms off.
"You're a good kisser!" Gellert catches up with him and gently leans him against the thin wall.
"It's not a good idea!" Albus feels tears welling up in his eyes, but he forces them to stop with an effort of his stubborn will.
"Why? Isn't it what you want? Gellert asks firmly.
"I'm sorry. I'm suddenly scared of what will happen," says Albus, looking at the stack of hay and thinking of a peculiar way for them to use it. His twisted mind seems to work against his rational side.
"What are you scared of?" Gellert hisses, when blushing Albus moves a bit closer.
"I don't know. That I cant give you what you want, not having the time or the desire," confesses Dumbledore.
"I want you," says Gellert and leans in, almost touching his lips.
"You don't know what it means," he replies softly, looking into his friend's eyes.
"Yes I do," and he does.
Gellert embraces Albus's firm body. He feels his electrifying skin and elastic muscles. It's not taking long until Albus softens his way of holding Gellert, not with a grip of a fighter but with dignity of a true young lover.
