A/N: Er, sorry, I'm still working on a title. I never really come up with a good one until I get to the end of the story haha. So just ignore the one I've got now and read this story as though the title never existed XD But do acknowledge that it's HPSS. And yeah, I know this first chapter sounds like a crack!fic, but it gets better after this. I tried to make a crack!fic and failed haha.

Warning: Slash alert! Nothing R rated, but the pairing is there.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine. *cries*

Snarry: A Love Story

"What?!"

Dumbledore nodded his head solemnly at the messy-haired student, who stared at him wide-eyed and incredulous before exclaiming,

"He did WHAT with WHO?? ...and WHERE was the marching band??!!"

Although the situation was clearly serious and proving to be a cause of great distress for the student, Dumbledore couldn't prevent his lips from twitching upwards. Noticing this, the teen standing before his desk gaped at him in disbelief.

"You think this is funny?" Immediately straightening his expression, Dumbledore answered him calmly.

"Oh, no, of course not Harry. I just wonder if you aren't overreacting a tad. It was just an accidental encounter after all."

"Accidental? ACCIDENTAL?? How the hell do you have an ACCIDENTAL sexual encounter? And at a town bar-b-que no less! 'Accidental' my arse." Then Harry flushed and muttered, "Excuse my language Professor."

"Harry, my boy, you must remember this happened some many years ago-"

"Sixteen!"

"-Many years ago, and the blurred memories of some tiny details must be forgiven."

"Tiny! Blurred memories! I-well-I...." Harry spluttered, trying to decide which statement should be addressed first.

"How can you call sixteen years too long a time to remember, when just last week you dragged me up here and stuffed lemon drops down my throat while reminiscing about Amazing Albie and Molestable Minnie saving the world, one man-eating jumbo shrimp at a time! That was over thirty years ago!"

Dumbledore sighed and gazed out the window, a far away look in his eyes.

"Ah, yes, those were the days. And she was rather molestable back then, wasn't she? Still is, I think."

Suppressing a disgusted shudder at the mental image, the green-eyed teen fought to bring the conversation back to the important matter.

"But how could this be true?!" Dumbledore opened his mouth to say something, but Harry cut him off. "How could I live sixteen years of my life without being told this?? It's not possible!"

"Now Harry, I know you're upset, but it was a long time ago. You should stop worrying about the past, and think about what you're going to do now that you know."

"What I'm going to do..." Harry's eyes went wide. "I'm not going to do anything! Except pretend we never had this conversation. I think I'd rather have never known. Can you Obliviate me now?"

Dumbledore let out a chuckle before responding.

"Oh, that won't do at all. No, my boy, Obliviate simply isn't an option. YOu'll just have to face the truth and accept it."

Harry shook his head rapidly. "No! I can't. I won't. If I leave this room with my memory intact, I'll go throw myself out of a window in Gryffindor Tower! There's nothing you can do to stop me! Nothing!"

Raising an eyebrow, Dumbledore pulled out his wand and cast a Weightless Charm on him.

"-Except that."

"If you're quite through with the melodramatics?"

"...I'm not, but what do you want to say?"

"Harry, I know what you've discovered today is something of a shock-"

The raven-haired boy snorted.

"-but running away and feignning ignorance won't solve anything. Whether you like it or not-"

"No! Don't say it!"

"Professor Snape is your father."