It was just after defence against the dark arts when Dumbledore called Harry through to his chamber. Ron had been arguing with Hermione all week about who should go on Professor Squldwatches exclusive tour and Harry was glad to be away. Professor Gildfreel had given him the new password to Dumbledore's chamber and Harry recited it perfectly before the stone gargoyles, after walking the long set of stairs he finally got to the study where Dumbledore sat with his legs on the desk.

''Ah, Harry my boy, how have you been?''

''Very good sir, yourself.''

''I've been well, but there is a problem.''

Harry gasped, ''Has Voldmort arise once again!''

''Oh no, get your mind away from such vile subjects. The real problem is you and Ron''

''Me and Ron? What about me and Ron, is it about Professor Squilwatches tour because I really don't want to go''.

''Nothing about that, more so how you feel about each other. You're all growing up and wizard hormones are raging, so I was just wondering what team you em, bat for in other words. Look, come here and I'll show you''.

Harry had no idea what Dumbledore meant, and his eyes kept studying every corner of himself, but he agreed with out question and stood just a metre from the old wizard. Dumbledore got up and walked even closer then bent down until his bearded face was almost touching Harry's, whose whole body was felt as if it was glued to the ground. Dumbledore withered arms stroked Harry's back, until he reached his ass. This is when Harry started crying, but Dumbledore wouldn't stop. Instead he threw him onto the ground and jumped on top.

''I've always felt this way Harry, and deep deep down I know you do to.''

Harry continued to cry as the withered body plopped up and down on his body, who was raging and roaring himself, but no one could hear. No one ever hears.

When Harry left Dumbledores room he remembered nothing, but had a strange feeling in his ass and didn't walk right for a few weeks. When he told Ron and Hermione all they could think of was and amnesia potion, although they quickly threw that idea away because it was Dumbledore, why would he use anything like that. All through the conversation Hermione was rubbing her stomach nervously. ''What's the matter Hermione?'' Ron asked her.

'Oh nothing, I just had a dinner that didn't agree with me.''

2 months later Ron and Harry were diagnosed with HIV and 7 months later Hermione was pregnant.