Something Wicked
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Bonus Drabble!
Rating: Probably PG-13, possibly R if you squint. A lot.
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hp_halloween gift drabble from 2004.
For
bleodswean, who requested a ficlet with a crossover - Sexy!Dumbledore and the three witches from Macbeth. Anything you recognize, I don't own. The Harry Potter-verse belongs to J.K. Rowlings.
Something Wicked
Albus Dumbledore sighed in tired contentment, ignoring the faint protests from his back and joints. He was unsure of how many more years he'd be able to spend a night like this, and he intended to enjoy every moment of it. Including this pre-dawn moment, upon a blanket under the stars.
The pale witch on his right stirred, pulling the quilt up to cover her bare shoulder. Her ice-blue eyes opened and Albus tightened his hold upon her. Though time had taken its toll upon her, to him she was still the lush beauty he had met a century before.
"My fair Rosaline, it will be dawn soon."
"When shall we four meet again, in thunder, lightning, or in rain?" she spoke, her voice rough with age. Her spotted hand reached out to caress the faded brown curls of her middle sister, Jourdain.
Luciana awoke at the sound of her oldest sister's voice. With a sly smile she slowly crawled over the still drowsy Jourdain. As one, the weird sisters laughed, the harsh cackle seductive music to Albus' ears. Their deft hands began to caress his body.
He gasped.
"By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes."
Rating: Probably PG-13, possibly R if you squint. A lot.
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Something Wicked
Albus Dumbledore sighed in tired contentment, ignoring the faint protests from his back and joints. He was unsure of how many more years he'd be able to spend a night like this, and he intended to enjoy every moment of it. Including this pre-dawn moment, upon a blanket under the stars.
The pale witch on his right stirred, pulling the quilt up to cover her bare shoulder. Her ice-blue eyes opened and Albus tightened his hold upon her. Though time had taken its toll upon her, to him she was still the lush beauty he had met a century before.
"My fair Rosaline, it will be dawn soon."
"When shall we four meet again, in thunder, lightning, or in rain?" she spoke, her voice rough with age. Her spotted hand reached out to caress the faded brown curls of her middle sister, Jourdain.
Luciana awoke at the sound of her oldest sister's voice. With a sly smile she slowly crawled over the still drowsy Jourdain. As one, the weird sisters laughed, the harsh cackle seductive music to Albus' ears. Their deft hands began to caress his body.
He gasped.
"By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes."