It's over the summer holidays when Harry finally tells his parents.

Ron and Hermione had been over earlier that day, and the three of them had just been hanging out, finishing up summer work for Hogwarts, and playing pranks on the muggles in Godric's Hollow.

Well, sort of. Ron had been passed out on a nearby bench, asleep, Hermione had been finishing up her own and revising (Read: rewriting) Harry's and Ron's, and Harry had been prancing around under the Invisibility Cloak and confusing the hell out of the muggles.

It's after they go home for the day that the topic comes up.

Sirius and Remus had joined them, as per the norm, since Sirius practically lived with them, and Remus was never one to turn down an invitation from Lily.

James leaned over his dinner plate and stared at Harry long enough for him to finally notice and look up from his conversation with Remus about learning how to do a Patronus charm.

He raised an eyebrow with a look that was so purely Lily that Sirius snorted into his glass of milk. "Yes?"

"So," James finally began in a conspiratorial whisper. "Hermione's pretty cute, isn't she?"

Harry shrugged nonchalantly. "I suppose, if you're into that sort of thing. Personally, I think Ron's not bad looking himself. Not that I would ever date him. We're best friends, not snogging partners, and honestly, that's too weird to even think about."

And everyone just freezes and stares. Harry calmly takes another bite of mashed potatoes, and Lily has a little smile of victory on her face. Before he can ask his mother, Sirius breaks the silence.

"Well, damn." he says, and Harry turns a questioning eyebrow to him.

"Have you got a problem?" he says coolly, as one does, and Sirius just shakes his head, looking forlorn.

"With you shagging some bloke at Hogwarts? Nah, I could tell you some stories about our day back there that would-" He's cut off by an elbow from James and a frantic look from Remus, "-but my real problem is now I owe your mother five galleons, and I haven't got five galleons."

Everyone turns to look at Lily, who shrugs a little. Harry, ignoring the flashback that happens when Sirius says shagging some bloke at Hogwarts - The things Draco would say to being called 'some bloke' - and focuses on the second half of the statement.

"Hang on," Harry says, looking accusingly at his mother. "You bet on me?"

Lily just shrugs again. "I was right, wasn't I?"

Harry opens his mouth, closes it, then opens it again, and then closes it. He looks a bit like a fish, actually. He nods finally. "Would this be a bad time to mention that the 'bloke I'm shagging'," Here he stops to look pointedly at Sirius, who shrugs, "happens to be in Slytherin?"

And the whole table goes silent again.

This time, it's broken by James. "Damn." he mutters, then,"I haven't got five galleons either."

A loud screech from upstairs makes all of them jump. Harry stands up, and starts to make his way to the stairs. "That'll be Hedwig." he says, mostly to himself, to excuse himself from the table.

A call from behind him makes Harry pause at the foot of the stairs. "Out of curiosity," Remus says loudly, "Who's the lucky guy?"

Harry hesitates. He knew his family would accept him, accept the fact that Draco was in Slytherin, but he wasn't sure how they'd react to him being a Malfoy.

"Er, Draco." he says, taking a chance. "Draco Malfoy." Then he bolts upstairs.

The whole house can hear it, and Harry smiles to himself. Or like a madman. One of the two.

"Oh, damn." And then, "How do you even know? I work there, for God's sake!"

So James and Lily never died, and Peter's not here because I hate him. Remus works at Hogwarts as the DADA teacher.

This entire thing is entirely self indulgent, and I found it floating around my files from who-knows-when. And you know Lily would be totally right about everything.