Title: Razor Thin
Rating: G (Just a bit of fun fluff! )
Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters belong to J.K. Rowling, no profit is being made and no copyright infringement is intended.

Remus was flipping through a muggle magazine, sipping on his tea when there was heavy knock on his door. He glanced up, looked outside at the pouring rain. Any hopes of ignoring whoever was there were dashed when his gentlemanly side took over, you can't just leave them in the rain.

He set down his mug and put the magazine flat on the coffee table, hoping he would be reading again soon. Leaving the heat of his living room, he realized then how cold the rest of his house was. He pulled his cloak tighter around him and brushed some gold-grey hair out of his face.

When he opened the door, there was Harry. A little wet, but definitely not as soaked as one could be on a night like this.

"Harry?"

"I tried to floo here, but I couldn't get in." He stepped inside, not waiting for his former professor's permission. Remus took the young man's cloak and shook it off before hanging it.

"I know. This was a muggle house and I haven't had it connected yet."

"Yet?" Harry asked as Remus led him to the living room. "Remus, you've lived here for four years."

"So I haven't gotten around to it. Would you like some tea?"

"Well, no, thank you though. I actually came here with a...a question." Harry shifted nervously, blushed a little.

"What's wrong Harry?"

"I'm sorry to bother you."

"It's no bother, you can always come ask me." Remus put his hand on Harry's shoulder.

"It's just that, I mean, with Sirius gone...and I felt weird asking Ron's dad."

"It's fine Harry, honest. What's wrong?"

"Oh! Nothing's wrong, well not really."

Noticing Harry's unease was escalating, Remus pushed him into a seat. He sat in a wooden chair in front of Harry, facing him. "Now just spit it out. What's up?"

"Ok, well, like I said, you were the only person I could really think of to ask, but basically, I keep hurting myself every time I tried to do it, and I just think if someone taught me how..."

"Taught you how to do what, exactly?"

"Well, the thing is, I...I never watched my dad do it, you know? Most boys do. But, I didn't even watch my uncle. So, I'm going at it with very little knowledge."

"Are you sure you don't want to ask Ron?"

"Are you kidding me! Do you know how embarrassing that would be? He's been doing it for ages, he's way ahead of me!" Harry brushed a little brighter and looked at his hands.

"Harry, what exactly are we talking about doing, here?"

"It just...could you maybe...well, could you teach me how to shave?"