This story is dedicated to memoiresofabimbo. serious love, dude.
Harry, Ron and Hermione sat around a table in the Three Broomsticks, drinking Butterbeer, chatting happily. They were having a celebratory trip to Hogsmeade, and had made full use of it. Harry had just bought a month's supply worth of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. They had their fifth packet open on the table, and Harry kept on eating. He'd had chocolate, mint, cheese and even semen flavour! That one had been quite nasty. Hermione and Ron had started to feel sick after eating half a pack each, but Harry had just won Gryffindor the Quidditch Cup, and felt he had to eat the Every Flavour Beans, just to celebrate his joy.
"Bloody hell, Harry. How can you eat so many of them?" asked Ron.
"I'm surprised that you haven't been sick yet. I had to stop half an hour ago because I felt ill, but you're still going!" Hermione said.
Harry rolled his eyes. Why couldn't they appreciate the fact he had just won the Quidditch Cup? "You're not eating them so leave me alone guys," said Harry. "Oh, crap! I just got an earwax flavour! Why do they even make that?" Harry spat out the bean, which hit Ron in the eye.
"Harry! What d'you do that for?" yelled Ron. "You're a git, you know that?"
"Oh, so I'm just some kind of…psycho crazy wizard bitch then am I?"
"Yeah, Harry, you are. Especially the bitch part, you camp twerp!"
Harry was so angry at what Ron had just said to him, that his whole body was shaking. His best friend had called him camp. He might as well have said gay! Yes, he got on well with Dumbledore, but that didn't make him gay. Then it hit him: Dumbledore really was gay. The rumours were true, and he had spent so much time with him in his time at Hogwarts. Most of the time when he was with his friends, Dumbledore sent them away, so that he was alone with Harry. Dumbledore had a man crush on Harry.
Ron stood up, his wand aimed at Harry, who had started to tremble even more. "Imperio!" Ron yelled. Harry could no longer think and he couldn't control himself. It was like he had no soul; a lifeless body.
A tear trickled down Hermione's cheek. Ron had just used one of the unforgivable curses in front of her. It was illegal. She couldn't believe her own best friend could do something like that, especially to someone so close to him. "Hermione, it's OK. I'm not going to hurt Harry. Just a little bit of sweet old revenge!" Ron had a scary look in his eye, and Hermione couldn't sit down and watch this happen to Harry. She ran out of the pub.
"Now, gay boy. You're gonna have some fun with Uncle Dumbledore." He forced Harry go back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Harry still having no control or idea of what was happening. As they entered the grounds, they passed Professor Snape, who was watching them suspiciously.
"Sherbet Lemon," said Ron, and he and Harry went up the winding staircase to Dumbledore's office. Ron stepped back as Harry knocked on the door.
"Come in," Dumbledore called from within his office, and Harry went in.
"Sir, I have a request for you. Well, first I have a question." Harry said nervously. Somewhere deep inside him something was not right. "Are the rumours true? A-are you gay?"
"Why yes, Harry. I am. Although I hope that you do not judge me for it. It is not something I am proud of, but it is not something I feel I should hide. So, Harry, what was it you came to see me for?" Dumbledore revealed.
"Can I sleep with you?"
"I'm not sure that is such an appropriate idea, Harry"
"Sir," Harry pleaded, "this means such a lot to me and I need this to live. I have been attracted to you for such a long time; you're my biggest hero. I'm not getting on with my good friends so well at the moment, so, I think if you'd just…give me the chance to take my mind off things for such a short, short period of time, it would help me so much. Please, sir, just give me this one chance."
"Very well." Dumbledore's old eyes looked softly upon Harry. He knew something wasn't right. The reflection of his dying fire shone in Harry's glasses. Behind the scene, Harry's green eyes had a distant look; a gaze which was not in this world. As an intelligent man, Dumbledore knew that something had happened when Harry, Ron and Hermione had been in Hogsmeade. He knew that after the ordeal, he would have to go there, and ask around. Maybe send somebody undercover, so it would not seem so suspicious. Possibly Hagrid.
Professor Dumbledore led Harry into another room. Harry had never been there before, and neither had he heard anyone talk about it. There was a vast mirror on the crimson and gold walls – Dumbledore had always favoured Gryffindor since becoming Headmaster at Hogwarts, being an old one himself. A four poster bed, similar, but much larger than the one in which Harry slept whilst he was at Hogwarts sat opposite. The room was filled with old furniture: old wooden wardrobes and chest of drawers, oil lamps, a desk filled with parchments and a very large bird cage. Had Harry been in control of himself, he would have most definitely guessed, correctly, that it belonged to Fawkes. The mighty bird, whose crimson colours looked so immense in the dim light, could easily capture anyone's interest. Then there was the fire, which Dumbledore was looking at. Its dying embers always allowed him to think about what had happened during the day. He enjoyed sitting in bed, staring at it, recalling past events. A useful instrument for a deep, thoughtful man.
The dark covers were pulled back, ready. Probably the work of Dobby, Winky or one of the other house elves in the school. Dumbledore, feeling slightly uncomfortable, climbed into bed, after having gotten changed. He looked calmly over Harry, who slowly joined him under the covers.
"Are you sure that you want this, Harry?"
"Yes. I need to do this"
Harry had been feeling funny for a while, like he was captured, but couldn't do anything about it. Someone had put him under the Imperius Curse, and he had broken through. He drowsily looked around at his surrounding, and realised he was somewhere he did not recognise. A strange sensation suddenly filled up over him, and as he looked down he realised what was happening. With that, Harry yelled at the top of his voice, "HOLY COW!"