A Wizardly Love

Chapter One- Tea With McGonagall and Someone Else

Harry softly landed on the stretch of the courtyard. He spotted his professer sitting on a blanket with a cup of tea in her hands. She was wearing her wizarding cloak, and hat. Her wrinkled face was laughing as she chatted with a ghost. The ghost looked very familiar to Harry, but he couldn't place his wand on who it was. As he grew nearer, he dropped his trunk and sat next to Minerva. He looked at the ghost, and gasped. 
"Why, hello, Harry," the ghost said in his ragged deep voice. 
Right before Harry's green eyes was Albus Dumbledore- in a ghostly form. 
"Professor- Dumb- What!?" Harry said, astonished. 
Albus laughed, the mnusical laugh he has always had. 
"Harry. Calm down, son." 
Harry took a deep breath, "I'm so sorry, sir, I just didn't think it was possible- I mean, of course it's possible, but why? Why are you a ghost now?"
"Well, Harry. That's a good question. I was in the middle of choosing whether or not to become a ghoul or not when the thought of you came in my mind. You see, I am a very important wizard and I have had many accomplishements in my past life, and life is just too good to just throw away, so here I am now," Dumbledore explained. 
Harry grinned from ear to ear, "Oh Dumbldore! I could just kiss you!"
Silence. 
Five seconds later, both professors started chuckling. 
"Potter, I do believe that is impossible," McGonagall laughed.
Harry's cheeks flushed pink and he giggled, "I know, I don't even know why I said that."
"It's love, Harry- it's love," Dumbledore said. 
Minerva poured Harry a cup of tea and put some pickle in it. 
"Thank you, professor," Harry said. 
"No need, and call me Minerva, Harry, I'm not your professor anymore." 
Harry smiled and took a sip of his tea. 
Dumbledore cleared his throat, "So, Harry. I have heard a great deal about you from this old hag right here." 
Minerva took a swoop at Dumbledore, but it went right through his. Harry couldn't help but laugh. 
Minerva, flustered, "You old fool." 
Everyone laughed. 
Dumbledore continued, "Anyways.. I've heard that you and the Weasley girl- ah, yes,- Ginny, aren't the lovebirds you two use to be." 
Harry frowned, "Well, to be quite honest sir, I really never have felt anything for Ginny. You see, there's something I have been hiding for quite a while." 
"What is it Harry?" McGonagall asked, concerned. 
"I'm quite gay, and I'm proud of it, too," Harry breathed. 
The professors smiled at Harry. 
"We knew this, Harry," Dumbledore said. 
"Excuse me?" 
"Well.. You see Harry, I have been keeping a secret as well. The same secret, in fact. I have only been brave enough to tell two of my colleagues- Minerva and Hagrid. Yes, Harry, I am quite the homsexual," Dumbledore said. 
Harry's jaw had certainly dropped while Dumbledore was explaining. 
"Albus.. Do you think I should tell him?" 
Dumbledore looked at Minerva and nodded. 
"Potter. I have become very comfortable around you, and I trust you. I have started seeing your old nurse, Madam Pomfrey, in a romantic way." 
Harry's jaw sunk lower. 
"Are we all, homosexual, then?" Harry asked. 
"Well, I'm bisexual, you see- I can date either wizards or witches, and I happen to prefer hags," Minverva said, chuckling. 
Dumbledore chuckled quietly, "Sadly, I have no one to be with as of now, but I have been looking at quite a couple ghosts out there." 
Harry smiled, "Me too- well, wizards, that is." 
Harry blushed and took the last sip of his tea. 
"Well. Okay. Where is Hagrid?" Harry asked. 
"Hogsmeade, probably at the bar," Minerva said. 
"Oh- well. As you guys probably know, I have no where to stay and I was wondering if you knew of anywhere I could stay at?" 
"Well, Harry. My old office is alw