Let me first of all say that this is a pairing I really enjoy thinking about, but have never actually read before.
I bet Dumbledore could really fall in love with how Hedonistic Horace is. And Slughorn could really fall in love with how shadowed Dumbledore truly is.
and it was almost with a sense of triumphant defeat that Horace flew once more into the Dumbledore web; a plump, juicy fly that wants to feel nothing more than the colourful intensity of it's own demise. Perfect irony here! That Slughorn, the spider with the webs in Harry's eyes, is the fly to Albus's own spider-osity. Wonderful.
Your Slughorn is so alluring. I just love him.
Such daftness was probably just caused by indigestion, anyway HEE!
although Horace had never been sure what chemicals might have to do with the process. I just really love some of these lines in the narration. They're just so cute and clever.
and I drew myself up to my full height and said, 'Actually, I intend to write the book about it!'" *squee*
There was one time when I think you asked your parents to send over five truckles of Stilton, just to prove to the Gauls that they weren't the only one's who could make cheese." THIS IS ANOTHER THING DUMBLEDORE WOULD SOOOO SAY!!!! I'm freaking out here.
The picture of auburn!Albus. I just love auburn!Albus and to have had that picture for so long, oh, Sluggy. Him talking to the picture is such a raw, beautiful moment.
He harrumphed in embarrassment and retrieved a silk handkerchief to mop somewhat ineffectually at the dampness in his eyes and mustache before extinguishing the light and nestling down to try to sleep. AWW!
It's a tradition among Muggles - one that I have always been rather partial to That's true! Look at Fawkes!
"Um, Sluggy? I'm terribly sorry to have to ask, but there are a few patches that I can't quite reach... Nothing to make a maiden blush - I promise - but it's terribly awkward, what with this hand being a bit off-colour at the moment..." *SQUEALS* He called him Sluggy and said "nothing to make a maiden blush". Your Albus wins!
by the beautiful shape of Albus' calf muscles I'm sorry I'm doing so much copy and pasting, but, God, this is so goooooooood. I just love all the descriptions of Albus's body. He does sound beautiful.
- oh no - he had to stay soddingly gorgeously fuckable past the age of a hundred, just to make the point. TEEHEE!
to Horace's dismay - a lean stomach with defined abdominal muscles. - The sort sported by young Quidditch jocks that old queens fantasize about running stubby fingers over, feeling the firm mounds and clefts under the skin between ragged breaths... *MELTS* The way you write is so wonderful. Your talent for description makes me hot!
But I agree with Slughorn – it has to be a glamour, doesn't it? Either way, it's extremely hot.
You're so good with the sexual tension.
Everyone was making a real effort - Sybill was saner than usual, Filius had decorated beautifully, Hagrid had brushed his beard, and Severus was even being civil. Hee!