"Miss Granger… I…"

Hermione didn't want to hear his putting down of her actions, so she stood up out of bed, noticing that she was dressed in her fairly translucent nightgown, and planted another kiss on his lips before he could say another word.

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Albus Dumbledore was shocked. He had no clue what to do, how to react to this innocent girl giving him attention she should save for other males. He started to push her away again but she wrapped her arms around him stubbornly and whispered up to him.

"Please Professor, I know what I'm feeling, I don't want a younger boy, I've loved you for so long. You deserve so much pleasure. It hurts me to see you so unappreciated by so many. And besides, I am of age. I want you to be my first."

Her words brought reality down on him. He had guessed that Hermione was a virgin, and should he give in to her, he would take something precious from her. Hermione ground her hips into him, and he groaned as his body betrayed him and he began to grow hard underneath his richly embroidered white robes.

"But, Miss Granger... what you are attempting to give me is something priceless that should only be saved for…"

"The kindest, greatest wizard that the wizarding world has ever known," she finished for him, kissing him roughly on his lips.

Dumbledore moaned and picked her up, placing her gently on his bed, knowing she was likely still weak from her healing. This was so wrong, but he hadn't had female attention in so long, and he couldn't resist her pleading eyes. He had secretly admired her knowledge and her beauty. Her petite body glowing in pleasure as she cast spells in a manner worthy of a Spells Mistress. He stroked her soft arms, his tongue kneading against hers as she unbuttoned his robes.

Albus watched her grow frustrated and reach into his robe pocket, pulling out his wand and banishing their clothing. Dumbledore flinched as her eyes ran down his body, expecting a revolted reaction from the much younger girl. But her eyes widened in admiration and glee, especially when her eyes came down to his member, facing her proudly. He had been rather large in his youth and hadn't lost a bit of it, his cock matching his tall body proportionally. Albus almost felt the need to blush as she reached her young hand down and massaged him, stroking down his length until she reached his leaking tip. He let out a muttered oath as he began to push himself into her curled hand. When he couldn't take it anymore, he moved her arms to her sides and started licking her neck, his beard brushing against her breasts as she groaned.

"Please… please Dumbledore," She begged so sweetly.

Albus moved down her body, licking her innocent flesh and tickling her with his beard as she squirmed in pleasure, begging and pleading him for release. He complied by reaching her wet and heated core, spreading the lips with his long fingers as she watched him hungrily. Moving his beard aside and diving in, Dumbledore's experienced tongue licked her delicious juices from her small entrance, pushing his tongue inside and stroking her clit with his fingers. Hermione writhed and cursed in a way that would be considered highly inappropriate in the presence of the Headmaster, but this was a highly inappropriate situation in the first place.

Soon enough Albus' probing tongue brought a guttural groan from Hermione as she orgasmed, her honey sweet juices pouring onto Dumbledore's tongue, making him moan in satisfaction and aching as his member throbbed in longing. He couldn't take much more of this. Hermione looked at him so longingly from between her perfectly shaped youthful breasts that he positioned himself at her entrance immediately, and she whimpered in anticipation. Albus quickly took his wand and cast a contraception charm, watching it sink beneath her skin. He stroked her chestnut curls the way she had imagined him in her fantasy, pinching one of her pink nipples, and was rewarded with a gush of lubrication onto the head of his member. He plunged into her, and she hit a note above C as he was plunged into the warmest and softest pussy he had ever had the pleasure of experiencing. Albus stayed in position for a moment, savoring the feeling as Hermione writhed beneath him. Soon he began pumping in and out of the young girl, watching her eyes go half-lidded with pleasure as his beard brushed against her chest, releasing little moans as he focused.

Hermione was in heaven. She was making love to the most brilliant wizard of all time, and watching his face twist in pleasure as she gave him the feelings he had deserved for all these years gave her enough happiness to be able produce the strongest patronous she had ever made should she try. It wasn't long before his expressions and groans gave way to another of her orgasms, and she tightened up unbearably around him, feeling him tighten his strong wrinkled hands around her waist as he too orgasmed inside of her, filling her with his hot seed as he pumped his last drops into her. Dumbledore collapsed on top of her, and they both fell asleep sated and wrapped around each other.

Epilogue

Hermione and Dumbledore continued their secret relationship long into the war with Voldemort. There were some close calls, but both came out safe and alive, no one ever commenting on Albus' lack of headaches. Once the evil despot was dead at the hands of Harry Potter, they revealed their relationship.

People reacted with shock and horror, and it took years for them to accept the relationship. Ronald Weasley never did, having expected Hermione to become his girlfriend after the war. He had wanted a wife to cook and clean and birth many children for him, but Hermione was not that type of woman. She was too brilliant, and expected to do great things in her lifetime. Molly Weasley was just as horrified, believing that Dumbledore had betrayed her and the Order by becoming involved with such an "inexperienced young girl". Severus Snape and Minerva McGonagall were surprisingly accepting of their relationship.

Harry's concern went away as he watched how happy Hermione Dumbledore was. After a particularly angry confrontation, Albus had finally conceded that there was no danger that Hermione could not face, and had proposed to her. They never had any children, but continued to be aggressive lovers, Albus confiding everything to his wife who always approached situations with logic and caution and advised him well. They were the power couple of the Wizarding World, and soon Hermione's power grew to match his. They grew old together, and lived happily ever after.