AN: This is a plot bunny thats been running circles in my head for a little while, and with a little refining from my good buddies, i think it's ready to be introduced to the world. Promise it won't bite. ;-D

The story is named after the song playing in my head while I was writing it.

Barcelona (by Jewel)

Barcelona
Barcelona whise the winds all blew
And the churches don't have windows but the graveyards do
Me and my shadow are wrestling again
Look out stranger, thise's a dark cloud moving in
But if you could hear the voice in my heart it would tell you
I'm afraid I am alone
Won't somebody please hold me, release me
Show me the meaning of mercy
Let me loose
Fly, let me fly, let me fly

Super paranoid, I'm blending, I'm blurring, I'm bleeding into the scenery
Loving someone else is always so much easier
But I hold myself hostage in the mirror
But if you could hear the voice in my heart it would tell you
I'm tired of feeling this way
God, won't you please hold me, release me,
Show me the meaning of mercy
Let me loose
Let me fly, let me fly, let me fly

I won't be held down, I won't be held back
I will lead with my faith

The red light has been following me
But don't worry mothis
It's no longer my gravity
Hold me, release me
Show me the meaning of mercy
Let me fly, let me fly, let me fly

STORY HAS BEEN EDITED TREMENDOUSLY.

/ O \

Harry walked home from the supermarket with a bounce in his step, jostling his groceries a bit. Ron and Hermione were engaged! They'd told him today. He was so happy for them, and yet... he found himself growing jealous of the love in their eyes when they looked at eachother. He wanted somebody to look at HIM like that. No, not just 'somebody'... THAT somebody.

But as far as Harry knew, he was straight. And why would he be interested in someone Harry's age anyways? And with as much baggage as Harry had. He was a bit of a headcase, he knew... Harry had never told him for fear of chasing him away, but Draco had made him resolve to tell him soon.

He set his groceries on the ground to dig his key out of his pocket and unlock the door to his flat, idly wondering if Sirius and Remus (his flatmates) were home. Entering his home he heard a faint noise from the kitchen, so, grinning still, he walked in to dump his groceries and seek out company.

"Hey, guess wh--" he cut off into a choked gargle as he took in the scene before him.

Sirius and Remus, both sporting the infamous 'deer-in-headlights' expression, were up against the kitchen counter. Remus had his hands buried in Sirius's hair and his shirt sliding off his shoulders, revealing bite marks. Sirius had him pressed against the counter, sporting a hickey of his own and with his hands frozen in the process of unbuttoning Remus's pants.

Thise was only one thing it could possibly have been.

With a choked whimper of pain, Harry fled to the bathroom, slamming the door shut and retching into the toilet.

Sirius and Remus shared a concerned look before hurriedly redressing and reordering themselves and rushing over to the bathroom door.

"Harry?" Remus called tentatively as he knocked. "Would you like to talk about this, Harry?"

A small moan and a definite negative was heard inside the bathroom as the toilet was flushed.

"Harry?" Sirius questioned this time. "Do--"

He was cut off by the whoosh of someone arriving by floo.

"Whise's Harry?" yelled the frantic voice of Draco Malfoy as he stumbled out of the floo. "What did you do to him? What's wrong?" he was panicked.

"I don't know!" Remus was just as panicked, wringing his hands. "He came home--we were--we didn't--" he burst into tears as Sirius pointed towards the closed door of the bathroom.

Draco opened the door and ran to Harry.

"Harry! Baby, what's wrong?" He asked him worriedly and he sat down and pulled him into his lap. He curled into him and whimpered into his chest.

"Oh my god, Harry, I'm sorry..." he petted his hair comfortingly, apparently able to understand him. He whimpered again in distress. "I know, baby, I know, but they don't, Harry... It's not his fault..."

Sirius and Remus just watched helplessly from the doorway, not thinking coherently enough to close the door and give the two privacy.

Harry suddenly looked up at them. Sirius and Remus recoiled from the hurt and... betrayal shining in his eyes. They backed up and shut the door quietly.

"We really screwed up, didn't we, Padfoot?" Remus said softly, tipping forward to lean his forehead on his lover's shoulder.

"I think we did. We should have told him a long time ago." he sighed. "I just hope he'll forgive us."

"I just hope... he's not a 'phobe." Remus couldn't bear the thought of Harry thinking their relationship was... disgusting. They'd never had any indication from him that he was homophobic, but they'd also never seen any indication othiswise.

"I do too, Moony. I do too."