Stiles is on a plane. With Derek Hale.

Stiles is scared shitless on said plane with said Derek Hale.

Derek is laughing his arse off, he seems to the think that it's outrageously funny that Stiles managed to face down numerous supernatural creatures who were all bigger, stronger and faster than him without batting an eyelid but put him on a plane and basically shit happens and he freaks the fuck out.

It's kind of embarrassing, Derek is hands down feeling second hand embarrassment right now.

There's a kid no older than five sitting across from them and Derek can just tell that the guy is judging Stiles so bad right now.

Derek is just too busy laughing.

"Haha glad to see that my predicament right now entertains you so much" Stiles hissed through his teeth, he swears he just vomited a bit in his mouth. Which is kind of gross.

Derek stops laughing.

"I don't understand you were perfectly fine during the flight and now we're landing suddenly you look like the planes about to fall out the sky, how does that make sense?"

Stiles glares. Derek stares.

"Okay probably not the best thing to say given the circumstances but the point still stands I don't know why you're so scared, I mean sure the plane could crash and we all would die but you can't live life to scared of things that could happen when they just as easily might not happen"

Stiles still glares.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have now landed in England, London Gatwick. The time is currently 19:11 GTM and the temperature is around 17c. Hope you have enjoyed your flight with us today"

Derek wonders if looks can really kill because if so he's terrified for his life with the way Stiles is looking at him.

Stiles smirks.

Derek thinks that he might have just pissed his pants a little bit.

Derek is on a plane. With Stiles Stilinski.

Derek is scared shitless on said plane with said Stiles Stilinski.

Harry wonders if people would say anything if he just up and left. I mean it's not like the Minister hasn't given this exact speech before at a event that is exactly like this one.

He also wonders if it would be considered rude if he started eating before the speech was over.

Hermione it seems has an hidden aptitude for legilimency because in that moment she takes his cutlery away (like his some misbehaving kid who can't eat right) and hisses for him to "pay attention"

And then Harry wonders why he's even friends with her or Ron for that matter.

She's too bossy and stuck up for Harry's taste, and Ron well Ron just turned his back on him one too many times.

Plus he's stupid as fuck.

Harry feels dumber just being around him.

And that surprise surprise makes Harry wonder if he could still be as close with the twins, Bill and Charlie if he stops being friends with Ron. Things were already kind of tense with how Harry broke up with little Ginevra.

After he got her pregnant.

Supposedly.

Harry doesn't believe the kid is his, if it is, he's not a jerk he will step up and look after the kid it's just that he knows Ginny was messing about behind his back not that he can talk he totally had sex with Malfoy.

On their anniversary.

And Harry kind of feels like a dick for that, still he has no regrets. He also slept with Malfoy's mother not that either knew that he slept with the other.

He kind of wants the kid to be his, he always knew he wanted children, sure he thought he would be married first but this way is good too. He wonders if Ginny or Molly would let him come to any of the scans but he doesn't want to get attached in case it turns out to be someone else's child.

There's around of applause, which brings him out of his myriad of thoughts, Harry belatedly claps along.

In the commotion of everyone standing up and moving around Harry manages to ditch the annoying tag along and walks away to the apparition point not that he couldn't apparate from where he was but it was best not to let others know that.

He manages to land on his feet (barely) in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place where his Godfathers thought it would be a nice welcome home present for him to see them having sex.

On the fucking dinning room table.

Where he eats.

And for two men that were more inclined to the canine side of their personalities with one being a werewolf and another being a dog animagus they greatly resembled two horny rabbits.

Harry clears his throat, the don't seem to hear him. It seems that Remus is a screamer.

You learn new things everyday Harry thinks to himself.

"Aguamenti" Harry whispers and almost instantaneously the conjured water rains down on the two men. "Now that I got your attention, can you please remove yourselves from where I eat and put some clothes on, that's more than I ever wanted to see of either of you. I'm going to be having nightmares for years and both of you will be paying for my therapy"

And with that Harry turns, he has to get ready for his first night out in what seems ages and leaves the room smirking all the way because for a dog Sirius looked an awful lot like a cat.

Which had been drowned at birth.

"Don't think I won't get you back for that Harold"

"Honestly Sirius you're a 43 year old man, you can't go round pranking people anymore"

"Buuuuuuut Remus how is it okay for Harry? He's 22, and anyway I'm a kid at heart"

Harry wonders if Remus and Sirius can go longer than a five minutes without starting an argument with each other. He also seriously considers who would of been the parent in his and Sirius' relationship if he had brought him up like he's parents wanted.

Which reminds him that once he gets to Godrics hollow he should really visit their graves. Harry hopes that the the interior designer did a good job of fixing the house up after the builders fixed the spell damage done the night Voldemort decided to be a prick and kill his family.

He really hates that guy.

Or more like hated since he killed the snake faced bastard

It was about time that he returned home.

But first he wanted to get pissed of his face at a club and pick up some guy or girl Harry doesn't mind either way or maybe both. That would be fun.

Harry's kind of chill like that. Goes with the flow.

He decides on wearing some faded denim skinny jeans that are artfully ripped down his legs and a wife beater that shows of his bulging biceps and tattooed forearms. (not to toot his own horn but Harry knows he has a good body)

His mirror whistles appreciatively, and for once they are in agreement he looks downright sinfully good.

He leaves his hair as it, it gives him that whole just had sex look that he likes.

There's a knock at the door. "I'm decent, come in"

Stiles was having the time of his life, once him and Derek had checked into their hotel he had freshen up and decided to hit a club.

He was eighteen and fully legal to drink in England and he wanted to make the most of it not that he would be going back to America any time soon.

Still it was a novelty to him and one he quite liked.

What he also liked was the attention he was getting from a lot of guys. There was one in particular that Stiles just was dying for him to take him home.

And fuck him into the mattress.

And fuck his mouth to the point where he can't even talk because his throat would be too raw.

Yeah Stiles is beyond drunk right now and just wants to be fucked. A tap on his shoulder has Stiles turning round violently only to smash into a very firm and solid chest. He steps back and immediately mumbles his apologies.

His victim of his drunken clumsiness lets out a low chuckle and fuck that goes straight to his cock.

"It's okay beautiful, my bad I wanted your attention shouldn't of startled so much"

At the word beautiful Stiles looks up only to be captivated the most amazing pair of emerald green eyes even better than Derek's. And fuck he's being a creep by staring.

"Anyway this might be a bit presumptuous of me but I have been watching you and I would very much like to take you home. You have sinful lips"

Stiles doesn't even hesitate for a moment and just nods his head eagerly, he's practically already leaking precum just from the guys presence. "My name is Harry by the way, and I bet you have a beautiful name to go along with a beautiful face and body"

Stiles blushes, he thinks there's not one single part of him that isn't red right now.

"I'm Stiles, well Stiles is a nickname but my mum wanted to torture me so named me after my grandfather who is polish and has a name no one can even pronounce. I mean not even my dad can so I just came up with Stiles as a nickname it's easier for everyone and not quite as horrifically embarrassing. And shit I'm rumbling, I'm sorry I'm just kinda nervous. Bad breakup you see, the dick cheated on me with a girl who used to have a crush on me, which is kind of fucked up but I never liked the bitch anyway, she looks like an overgrown rabbit and then he started dating my ex-girlfriend"

Silence...

Stiles wonders if he fucked up before he could even get fucked.

In his drunken mind that seems entirely too funny to Stiles.

"Well Stiles which is just a nickname, hope you don't mind another joining us?"

Again Stiles doesn't even hesitate and eagerly agrees, he always wanted a threesome and Isaac was a fucking prune when it came to sex at least with him he was maybe with Erica and Malia it's a completely different story.

But in the morning with a pounding headache and a dull ache in his arse he wonders if it was such a great idea after all.

A groan coming from the far right from him pulls him out of his mental checking of his injuries and looks over to way the sound was coming from.

"Wait what the fuck? Jackson!"

"Fucking Stilinski?"

"Please tell me we didn't have sex"

Stiles is legitimately panicking right now no where in hell did he have sex with that douchebag. He refuses to acknowledge the fact.

"Good for you, you never he watched while I fucked you good and proper and then you did the same and then gave me a blowjob whilst a blew Jackson here. It was fun."

Silence...

"So you two know each other?"

Silence...

"Well then I'm just gonna leave because this is awkward as fuck"

The door slams shut.

"We're never mentioning this again"

"For once we're in agreement Stilinski, like anyone would believe I would go anywhere near you anyways"

The door opens again, and both Stiles and Jackson turn. A man stands in the doorway and if Stiles had to guess he would say that it was Harry's dad, they looked a lot alike. There's a beat of silence before the guy smirks and says to someone behind him as he walks back out "Looks like the kid's been busy, and to think he wanted to have a go at us for having sex when he brings back two complete strangers at least we're in a committed relationship"

"Sirius?"

"What?"

"Shut up"