Harry had a feeling of trepidation as he crossed the threshold into the Kitchen at Mr Weasley's summons, but the Weasley patriarch's kindly smiling face put him at ease, as it always did.
"Harry, as It's come to our attention that you need to know a few of life's lessons, and as I've had 6 sons I know a few things about what goes on in a young man's life." Harry's eyes widened, like a deer in the headlights, it was the dreaded 'Talk'.
"You'll be experiencing certain urges as you near this age, it's a passage into manhood; but I have to ask you one question, is that alright Harry?" At the teen's nod, albeit a frightened nod, he continued. "Do you reach down and have a rummage?"
Harry's eyes widened in shock.
"Do you engage in a little genital husbandry?"
The chair clattered to the floor as the Boy-who-lived stood in a hurry.
"Do you have a fiddle sir?"
Harry was getting very afraid of the gleam in Arthur Weasley's eyes.
"Do you manhandle your manhandle sir?"
Harry turned, ready to run.
"O O Suit you sir! Suit you!"
Harry Potter fled the Kitchen of number 12 Grimmauld place in a hurry, wondering not for the first time if everyone in the magical world was stark raving mad.
A.N: Just a short thing that amused me, for those who don't get the joke, watch the fast show, or youtube Suit you sir