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Harry sighed as he dropped the letter in the fire, liking the way is bent and twisted as the flames consumed it. He felt a presence behind him and looked over his shoulder expecting to see Ron, bleary eyed, red hair ruffled, in his hand-me-down pajamas, or Hermione, a sharp look in her eyes, preparing herself for lecturing Harry on the need for sleep. Perhaps Fred and George, scheming to plan a prank or Neville on the hunt for his wayward frog again. He thought maybe Luna was up looking for nargles or something equally strange. Instead he saw Oliver, the one person he did not expect to see. Oliver slept soundly at night, not plagued like Harry with nightmares of the night he almost lost his parents, the night he almost lost his life. Harry didn't have them anymore, not since he started sleeping in the same bed as the older boy. Oliver, from a mixed family, unlike the pureblood Potters, well up until Lilly. Oliver, the personal furnace, the quidditch team's keeper. Mostly Harry knew the older boy as his boyfriend. Oliver shuffled over to where Harry was sitting on the red and gold couch in front of the fire. He plopped down next to Harry, putting his arms around the younger boy's waist and putting his head in Harry's lap, legs stretched out across the rest of the couch.
"What are you doing up?" Harry asked as one hand tangled itself in Oliver's hair and the other pulled one of Oliver's from around his back to lace his fingers into it.
"I'm not really up." Oliver mumbled.
"You came down here. That's up enough." Harry laughed.
"I rolled over and you were gone." Oliver murmured as his arm clenched possessively around Harry's waist. Harry felt uncomfortable in Oliver's tight hold, so he shifted his hips. Oliver's powerful arm loosened around the boy's waist. "What are you burning?" Oliver asked as he looked into the fire that was lapping the air and giving off heat. Harry looked at the last bit of parchment as it disappeared into the blaze.
"A letter from my father." Harry said. "He's visiting and bringing the whole family." Harry said. Oliver looked up at Harry from the boy's lap.
"Do you like having such a close family?" Oliver asked. Harry shrugged.
"I guess sometimes." He laughed. "But Malfoy sent them a letter telling them I'm queer. They sent me a letter asking if it was true. I said yes and that I have I boyfriend. And now they're coming here." Harry said.
"It's not like it's a big deal. Your uncles are gay." Oliver said thinking of the quiet, raggedy, scarred Uncle Lupin, and the drama queen, attention seeker Uncle Sirius. "They've been together how many years now?" Oliver asked.
"A while." Harry responded. "But it's not that I'm worried about. They're...overly enthusiastic. You're going to be the center of attention like you've never been before." Harry said kissing the top of Oliver's head.
"Is that jealousy I hear Mr. Potter?" Oliver teased. Harry huffed in indignation.
"Says the bloke who was just clutching my hips when I left the bed." Harry retorted, equally teasing. Oliver rolled his eyes.
"Come back to bed I'm tired." Oliver mumbled as he got up.
"I think I'll stay a bit longer." Harry responded. Oliver looked at Harry for a moment as if he'd just grown another head. At last he seemed to make up his mind; he grabbed Harry by the hips and threw him over his shoulder.
"We're going to bed." Oliver said as he trotted back to bed. Harry looked out the window at the moon as he huddled under the covers with Oliver. He saw the stars light up the night sky and the tops of trees. He smiled; he had no idea why he was worried. He felt his eyes slide shut and darkness engulfed him.