Is Professor Dumbledore Gay Novels & Stories

I ordered him, arched his eyebrows in bafflement, and pointed his finger at himself, " Me! are you asking me to come to your office, but why professor?" I look straight into his eye not wanting to repeat my words and he nodded his head and followed me to my office," close the door." I told him and walk to sit on my chair," You're the son of the chairman then why are you staying in Jennifer's apartment?" I straighten come to the point because now I don't have enough time to play the ridiculous games with him. " Oh so you want to know about this....so tell me professor what do you want to hear from me, a lie or the truth? " he scratched the corner of his lips with his thumb, arching his eyebro

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love. ~Albus Dumbledore, The half-blood prince. •• Noor sat besides her father, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the steady beeping of the monitors, a background noise that seemed to dull the white noise within her head.

“You never know what might happen. So, I will see you at school. Just wait until my lecture is finished. I would need a confidence boost. If you don't mind, Caleb, please wait with Livy. Now that you know the truth, I'd like some male advice.” “Certainly, Sir.” Caleb was still taken aback by this revelation. The call came to an end with that. “I still find it difficult to believe Prof. Drake is gay.” He stated this. “Yes, he is. And he and Jiggy is the cutest and most adorable couple on the planet.” She burst out laughing. “What was Prof. Drake talking about when he said you were leaving after graduation?” Caleb asked in confusion. “Well, I cannot stay here forever. First and foremost, I did

Because I needed to tell someone, and I was too afraid of what my sisters would say, I told Naoko the whole story: Lochlann being Liam’s cousin; our hookup; and Lochlann being Professor Gallagher and my advisor. Naoko’s dark eyes widened to saucers behind her glasses as I spoke. When I’d finished, the tears had stopped. I sniffed and wiped my nose, feeling a little better. “Shit,” was her only reply after my confession. “Pretty much.” “You’re knocked up by your professor. That’s almost impressive. Only you, Kate. You should get a medal.” “I didn’t know he’d end up being my advisor at the time!” “Yeah, but you get into these scrapes like no one else I’ve ever known.” Naoko sat back and crosse

he clears a throat. I tilt my head up, only to my surprise; right in front of me is an elderly man. It's no average man with no average height, but a huge man. I mean, this man is more significant than a giant. He wore white and gold clothing, had long white wavy hair and a beard covering his whole chin, and had golden eyes, but he was different from Dominic. This man's eyes shine like the sun. It's like looking at Albus Dumbledore from Harry Potter.

"Nothing more. Slytherins and Gryffindors didn't mix much that time. But Professor Dumbledore can help you, he was the transfiguration's teacher that time." All heads turned to the said man. And he blanched. He seemed to squirm under everyone's gazes, mainly Erik's. "Talk. What do you know about Tom Riddle?" Erik imperiously said to Dumbledore. He started fidgeting but didn't talk. Erik noticed it and started to release his magic pressure with the 'old boy' as the target and center of it. Erik then slowly and dangerously talked.

Goosebumps were crawling all over my skin. I didn't really want to associate with the students at the school so I had no business with whoever was staring at me. I didn't turn to look instead, I focused my gaze on the door as a professor, whom I believed was a Chemistry professor, made his way in. He was a short, rotund man with a saggy belly and premature baldness on his head. He wore round-rimmed glasses that resembled those of Harry Potter. A black briefcase was firmly held in his hand.

All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings. When the first year ended and the second year began, I was not prepared for the influx of young girls, students, throwing themselves at me. I was disgusted. It's an unspoken tradition at this school that every professor would end up sleeping with a student by the end of their second year teaching. That didn't happen with me. The students we have here, or at least the ones I end up teaching, are all spoiled rich kids. The girls are bratty, and not in the way I like.

Tobias Burke, who I have partied and played with, leans over and whispers, “I didn’t think you could get any hotter, but you proved me wrong. So are you like…full gay now?” Tobias is not open about being Bisexual and I would not normally involve myself with closet cases, but at some of the parties we have had, a lot of “straight guys” experiment and he’s cute. “Thank you and that really is no one’s business,” I reply. “But, while I still find all genders attractive, I have a serious boyfriend.” I said it loud enough that most of the class hears, including my professor as he enters the room. Professor Klein’s eyebrow arches as he looks my way with the hint of a smile crossing his lips.

“Yes.” The men’s faces lit up with triumph, but before they could celebrate, her smile faltered. “But… you’re my professor,” she said, glancing at Alistair before shifting her gaze to Victor and Elliot. “And you two are professors too. How is this even going to work?” Alistair’s lips curled into a smirk. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll be careful. No one will even know.” “And even if they do find out…” Victor’s expression darkened, his voice turning lethal. “They know better than to mess with us.”