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[While Genessia has more than its share of benevolent dragons, leave it to Gellert to find a truly vicious one. The crack of what sounds like a whip accompanies the bellowing roars of the beast well. Gellert might look like a hero, silhouetted as he is by the dragon's flame, and he certainly seems unfazed by all the fuss.

But then he laughs and the sound is unnerving.]

Now, now, is that necessary? I just need a little blood. You won't miss a vial or two.

[He brings out the Elder Wand and he raises it, slashing it viciously through the air and...

Through the dragon's hide. Any blood spilt is drawn, with another quick spell, into a waiting flask. Of course the dragon doesn't like that at all. Gellert Apparates, bringing his audience along on a dizzying ride over the treetops, with the dragon in hot pursuit.

He shifts towards the mountains, where the cold air leaves frost on his audience's view. Then the communicator turns and Gellert is grinning wildly, madly, diving down into what looks like a mountain cavern.]

Wasn't that exciting? [With his feet on the ground, he ducks into the cave and brings out the spoils of his battle.] It is so very hard to acquire dragon blood.

[There follows an audible thump and he looks up.]

Poor thing. They want to bury me in here, is that it?

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That is certainly a very Gryffindor way to pursue things.

You would have been a devil for my study habits.

I'll just tell them I'm supposed to be with you!

Oh a bit. But I would see you slept well at night.

The hat might admire your conviction on that.

That you might, but I would have to invent new spells to keep myself from being too distracted.

Do the spells include sending me flying across the room? I won't appreciate that, you know.

Mm, no, that would be too direct. I might glamour myself to look like another student so that I could sit in the library for a time.

How cruel! [He scowls, pursing his lips.] I suppose I will have to busy myself with other activities.

[He chuckles before pressing a kiss to that pout.]

Perhaps your own studies?

[He can't help softening slightly and he tuts.]

Those are no trouble! I think I'll concentrate on my potions.

Ah, I am sure you would be a devil with those. You'd wind up concocting new elixirs by third year.

I would be careful with my pumpkin juice with you if I ever become intrigued by love potions.

Would a love potion have any effect if I was already in love, I wonder?

What if it heightened your feelings? What if it gave you an insistent need for me?

You think I do not already have that, love?

...you have a point. But imagine, my Albus, your skin burning for my touch, your body responding so eagerly that you have no choice but to seek relief.

[He takes Gellert's hand in his, running his thumb over his palm.]

Do you think I am unfamiliar with such a sensation?

[He gives a small shudder and shakes his head slowly.]

You must know what it's like; I most certainly do.

[Albus brings Gellert's hand up to his mouth, pressing a lingering kiss to his knuckles, murmuring:]

Oh, I certainly do. Quite often, I must say.

[Though he tries to keep a look of arrogance, Gellert flushes at the kiss, charmed.]

Then you shouldn't abstain, by all means! I am right here for you to take.

Mm, I would have, but a certain someone decided to get into a fight with a dragon. [Though he does punctuate the thought with another light kiss to Gellert's hand.]

I'm strong and healthy. [Just ignore the gashes, okay?] I will settle with you laying against me.

I can oblige you that much, then. [He settles in closer, running his fingertips over Gellet's face.] And you can let your anticipation build for what I can do once you've healed.

My imagination is never-ending. [He tucks himself against Albus, nudging their foreheads together.] It is already building. My appetite for you is never satisfied.

[Albus traces the line of Gellert's bottom lip, smiling.]

My poor bereft Gellert. I will make it worth your while soon enough.

[He kisses Albus's fingers, parting his lips deviously.]

Will it be soon enough for you? For me?

[He grins gently.]

Probably not, since I imagine you would much prefer I ravish you now.

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