Tale as old as time
song as old as rhyme
Barely even friends
till somebody bends
learning you were wrong
Certain as the sun
rises in the east
tale as old as time
song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the Beast
Ever just the same
ever a suprise
ever as before
ever just as sure
as the sun will rise, will rise!
Tale as old as time
tune as old as song
song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the Beast
"Congratulations, Harry." Remus said as soon as Dumbledore was finished with the ceremonies.
"Thanks, Professor." Harry said, grinning from ear to ear.
"I can't believe you've gone and graduated." Remus replied, hugging Harry, "I didn't think that any of us would live long enough to see the second generation graduate. And I'm too old now."
"You're not so old, are you Professor?"
"Call me Remus, you know that." he said, "And I'm 41."
"You don't look it." Harry said, blushing a little.
"How old do I look, then?"
"About 30. But the gray hair gives you away a bit." he laughed.
"You think I should dye it, then, Harry?"
"No." he said firmly, "I like it."
"Thank you." Remus half whispered, putting one hand on Harry's shoulder and held his drink in the other. His clothing was still a little shabby, but that was how Harry had come to love it. He looked impeccable that day in a dark green jumper with a pair of slate gray slacks with a black belt and shoes. His cloak was newer and it was a neutral gray color that matched his pants and sweater well.
Harry, on the other hand, was dressed as he was every day, in his school uniform. White oxford shirt, black sweater vest emblazoned with the Hogwarts crest, black pants, red and gold tie, black cloak with his Head boy and Gryffindor house crest. Harry had matured over the last few years as he worked harder than ever to defeat Voldemort, which he finally did the summer before seventh year, leaving him tanned, built, taller and stronger for his peaceful remaining year at Hogwarts. He ws tall, but Remus was taller. He was about six feet tall where Remus still had several inches over him.
"Look at them." Hermione said, as she danced with Ron.
"Look at who, love?" he asked, looking down at his girlfriend.
"Harry and Remus. I knew that they would hit it off." she squealed.
"Harry's not gay." Ron said firmly.
"Ron, darling, he's told us all. He's known for years. I don't know why you think that it's such a problem, no one else in the wizarding world has a problem with it." she retorted as they danced by them a second time. This time, Remus was leaned foreward slightly in interest and Harry's eyes were sparkling like green diamonds.
"So, where are you living after Hogwarts now?" Remus asked, secretly thinking of the extra bed he had, "I mean, I have an extra bed that you can have and it's a dry place, it's nice."
"Are you sure, Remus?" Harry asked, worring his lip between his teeth
"I'm sure Harry." he said, touching his arm in a very friendly gesture.
"Um, I think there is some things I need to tell you before I just grab my bags and move in. I have terrible nightmares, weird food cravings and I'm gay." he added the last one as a last ditch resort to tell Remus.
"You sound as though you are pregnant, with the cravings." he laughed.
"But did you hear the other things?" Harry asked, obviously worried.
"I have known that you are gay for a long time. Sirius told me. Must have gotten it from all us marauders, we were swingers, except Peter, in our day. I would say that I got the least, but you father and Sirius really tasted every dish at Hogwarts. And I mean every."
"Are you serious?" Harry cried, laughing.
"Yes, well, I never really ever had much of a want for any female...my lust, you could say, almost always gravitiated towards the male nature."
"Well, there's two of us. And we can go to Gay bars together, thank the gods that someone other than Hermione will go with me that is actually enjoying it. Poor girl, she did it out of love for me. But Ron still denies that I ever told him. But he's 'Mione's responsibility now." He laughed again.
"I woln't lie to you, Harry. You are a very attractive man. But I am still willing to give you a bed." he replied, smiling too, "When do you want to move in?"
"Maybe Saturday afternoon, after we go to lunch."
"Lunch?" he asked
"Yes. I don't have all that Potter fortune in a vault in Gringott's for nothing."
"Lunch it is." Remus said, kissing Harry's hand.
It was the beginning of something wonderful.