Disclaimer: Must I? Ok, no I do not own Harry Potter. Do not own anything you recognize.

Author's Note: Well, here ya go! Short and choppy and it's not the best but I wanted to put something out. I might rewrite it in the future we'll see.

Again, as I'm writing this with half a brain, can't really remember what's in here. And illustrations! We have illustrations!

If you're interested in seeing them, please email me. They were drawn by my good friend Rachel (Arsenic Kiss on Ff.N).

So anyway, without further ado, chapter five!

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *

Chapter 5

Betrayal

            Harry trudged out of potions the next day not in a very nice mood. Snape had been especially annoying today, if that was possible; dropping hints that he knew Harry had told everyone since they keep looking at him and snickering. Harry would have loved to inform him that the real reason they were laughing at him was because he had a huge booger hanging from his nose that was quite disgusting but never got a chance as every time he opened his mouth Snape would take points off.

            Harry walked down the corridor, realizing that Ron and Hermione weren't with him. Lately they had gone off with each other by themselves which bugged him. But not as much now since he and Dumbledore had finally come out of the closet…with their feelings. They would probably be seeing much more of each other over the next few days.

            With this thought, Harry's face lit up as he turned from going to the Great Hall to head towards Dumbledore's office. His anticipation as to what was going to happen made the walk seem like it took 23843aefl23,*@!,#32,452,3lk,sdf,ljm,234,ka3 years. Finally he reached the stone gargoyle and spoke the password ("Harry's my friiiieeennndddd"). Just as he was about the climb the stairs an idea struck him. Very hard just like last time so that bruises randomly showed up on his arms. Rubbing them, he muttered aloud, stamped his feet, crowed like a roaster, and scratched his head, thinking his idea out.

            He came to the conclusion that his idea, would in fact, work. He rushed from the gargoyle down to the kitchens. Reaching the painting, he tickled the pear and dashed inside. House-elves that were about to walk out were smashed to the wall and sank to the floor screeching with agony. The rest stared at Harry like he was a mad-man. Maybe he was but he didn't care. He only had two hours to get his idea done before Dumbledore came to find him.

            "Quick! Get me eggs! Milk! CAKE BATTER! For God's sake, hurry it up man!" Harry screamed at the house-elves. All stood in silence. Harry gave them the mad-man look. Then all hell broke loose. Elves ran in every direction, running into pots, into each other, into table legs, and even into the fire. Stupid house-elves.

            After the others mourned the loss of their fellow elf-mates for a second, they ran and retrieved the ingredients Harry demanded. When asked what he wanted them to do with them, Harry grabbed the ingredients out of their arms and told them to leave.

            "But…but…sir, we need to make dinner," one house-elf stammered.

            "So? The school can wait for dinner for a few hours. This is important." He ushered all the elves out of the kitchen and turned back to the counter. He proceeded to grab a bowl, some beaters, and a pan.

            The next hour Harry slaved over his project, starting over five times because he hadn't added the right amount of cheese or milk or egg whites. Finally he had the right amount of everything and had put his concoction in the oven. Now that it was finally cooled, Harry began decorating it which took about another hour.

            Once Harry had finished he cleaned up the kitchen as best as he could and headed off to the place where he and Dumbledore were supposed to meet. On his way out he passed all the house-elves who quivered in fear. But actually, they shook with laughter at the sight of Harry holding his lopsided…thing.

            "What is that?" one of the asked.

            "It's something for Dumbledore!" Harry said defensively. He turned on his heel and stalked away, swinging his hips.

            Soon Harry reached the meeting place. He stood outside the door to the Room of Requirement hoping that Dumbledore hadn't arrived yet. Opening the door he saw he was the first one there. Looking around he saw the red heart-shaped bed with a built in massage, the one man bath that you could squeeze two in if you sat just right, and the chest of toys next to the bed.

            Harry smiled and stood with the cake that read, "Happy 150-year-old Lover Day!" waiting for Dumbledore to arrive.  He looked around some more and noticed something different about the table. It looked like something was roughly shoved under some papers. Harry set the cake down on the counter that was part of a little kitchen they had and walked over to the mess.

            Lifting up a few papers he saw a flash of red. Prodding more, he pulled out what looked like a red thong with a…slinky attached? Before he could question it more the door burst open and Dumbledore stepped through looking positively crazy.

            "Harry! I've been…crazy about you. That was too long a wait to see each other. C'mon, let's have some fun. Let's play with our toys!" Dumbledore took a step towards Harry and immediately turned back into normal Dumbledore.

            "Harry, how are ya cuz?! Long time, no see! Whatcha been up to?! I've been working on Pa's farm lately, helping with the chicks and moos. Mad moos." Harry stared at him.

            "Um…sorry about that. Just finished watching The Wizard of Oz. Funny movie that," Dumbledore said in his British-accent-that-seemed-to-have-gone-through-a-shredder voice. Harry smiled. Dumbledore and his movies, chuckled Harry to himself.

            "Here, I made you something," Harry said as he reached for the cake sitting on the counter. Dumbledore took it and read it as tears welled up in his eyes.

            "Thank you Harry. This is beautiful," Dumbledore choked out. The two looked at each other with loving eyes.

            "Well! Let's have some!"

            "But I can't! It's just too beautiful!" Dumbledore protested.

            "I'll make you a new one Cupcake."

            "You promise, Sugarcakes?"

            "Promise." They shared another loving smile accompanied by a quick kiss.

            For the next hour Harry and Dumbledore ate cake, played with G.I. Joes from their toy box, and laid on the bed with the massage on.

            The massage was in a comfortable silence but now that it was over, the silence was quickly becoming awkward.

            "So…" Harry said.

            "So." Dumbledore replied. They sat in another silence. Dumbledore, or should I say CUPCAKE! was about to say something when a house-elf ran out of the fireplace, one of the elves that ran into the fire in the kitchen.

            "You! You're alive!" exclaimed Harry.

            "Wow! What a trip!" squeaked the elf excitedly. Then he dropped dead. The two…men stared at each other, then the elf, then each other, then the elf, then each other, then the elf, then each other, then the elf, then the cutting board. It had a lovely design on it. Just then another elf ran out of the fire.

            "Sir! Sir! The squeezycheese needs me! …I mean you," coughed the elf. Dumbledore jumped off the bed and looked at the elf.

            "What's happened?" he asked quickly moving towards the elf in a jerky, ants-in-the-pants way. "Tell me man! What's happened?!" he yelled, grabbing the elf by the neck.

            "Nothing…just…a…mandatory…meeting…" the elf managed to get out before dying from lack of oxygen. With a swish of his wrist, Dumbledore brought the elf back to life, apologized, thanked him and then kicked him into the fire sending him on his way. He turned back to Harry. Harry stared at him, a little surprised at what he just saw. But he was more upset; this all meant Dumbledore had to leave.

            "Profess—"

            "Albus. Please."

            "Albus, do you really have to go?"

            "I'm afraid so Sugarcakes. It's important and I forgot I had to be there."

            "Well, I'll wait for you then."

            "No, Sugarcake, you have to go back to your dorm. We don't want anybody to get suspicious. I'll send you a message soon of when we can see each other again." Without waiting for a response Dumbledore turned and walked into the flames of the fire.

            Harry sat silently for awhile thinking about the events earlier until he realized what time it was. Midnight to be exact. He was going to have to be careful getting back to his dorm. Mrs. Norris and Filch could be anywhere. He stood, then it hit him. He could just use the fire! And before going to his room he could stop by and wish Dumbledore a good-night.

            Delighted by the idea of seeing Dumbledore again, Harry quickly cleaned the room, putting everything away neatly. He then grabbed some floo powder, threw it into the fire, stepped in and shouted, "Headmaster's office!" He was spun and spun and then all of a sudden landed with a soft thump on the fireplace floor.

            What greeted Harry's eyes was definitely not what he wanted to see. All he cared to see now was Snape's arms around Dumbledore's neck and Dumbledore's arms around Snape's waist. He couldn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it. Tears threatened to fall.

            Just then the two noticed Harry's presence. They quickly let go of one another and stepped in opposite directions. Harry's face clearly showed pain. So much pain in fact that his face was contorted to make him look like he just swallowed five, not ten, but five lemons. Snape sneered at the boy, but it was a laughing sneer. Half-laugh, half-hatred. Or it could have been half-hatred half-laugh. Or maybe even, half ha-ha-I-got-you-good and half-laugh. Whatever it was, Harry didn't like it. He was about to charge when Dumbledore spoke.       

            "Harry. It's not what it seems. I swear. We were just…I mean…well you see, Snape had something in his mouth, so that's why we looked like we were kissing. But we weren't! I was helping him get something out of his mouth!"

            "I didn't see any kissing," Harry said, hurt coating his tone.

            "Oh! Then I was just kidding. But the arms thing. It was just a 'Hey, good luck!' hug thing. Totally platonic," Dumbledore said, a look of despair becoming increasingly clear on his face. Then somebody chuckled. Harry and Dumbledore looked over to see Snape laughing, trying to keep it quite. But he couldn't any longer.

            "Mwhahahahahahahaha! I'm Albus' hunnybunch now Potter! Mwhahahaha!" With that he ran from the office cackling like a maniac. He was a maniac, a maniac!

            Harry turned back to Dumbledore, hatred building inside of him.

            "How could you? How could you do this to me?" Harry asked, barely able to restrain himself from screaming.

            "Harry, please, it's nothing—"

            "Nothing?! NOTHING?! I just saw you with your arms around that…that…hussy!" screamed Harry. Dumbledore looked shocked. No, he was more than shocked; he was offending-ly shocked.

            "Harry!"

            "I don't want to hear it anymore. We're through. Goodbye Professor!" Harry turned on his heel and stalked from the room. 

            It had been a few days since the "incident" and Harry still hadn't talked to Dumbledore. Sure Dumbledore tried but Harry just ignored him and went on his way. When Harry had come back to the dorm angry and about to cry that night, he spilled his guts to Hermione who had stayed up waiting for him. Now that he had someone to talk to it was easier to breath. He hated living with their relationship. Oh excuse me, their ex-relationship without someone to tell it all to.

            Christmas break was fast approaching and Harry was beginning to dread it. It seemed everyone would be leaving him alone to stew in his misery and other things about his life. Hermione was going on a skiing trip with her parents, Ron was going to the Burrow. Almost everyone else was going home to their families. Harry just wanted to be with his best friends on Christmas. That's all.

            It was lunch time and Harry was starving. He, Ron, and Hermione were coming from Care of Magical Creatures where Hagrid seemed to have quite a few new bruises and cuts that he refused to explain. The trio were just reaching the doors to the Great Hall when Dumbledore stepped through them. He looked at each in turn. Then his eyes rested on Harry.

            "Harry, can I please have a word with you?" he asked. Harry didn't look up but replied coldly,

            "Sorry Professor, but I'm starving and don't think I can live a minute longer without food. Can't it wait?" Not bothering to wait for an answer Harry started to walk into the hall when Dumbledore reached and grabbed his upper arm.

            "No, it can't."

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *

Yes, yes, another eventful chapter.

And a short one. I promise I'll make it up with the next one. Or at least I'll try to. :-D

So you know the deal, please review! I'd be eternally grateful. Thanks!