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Ron watched his two best friends carefully as they said their lines. There was something different about them. He had no idea what it was, but there was some new aura floating around the both of them. He wondered if it had anything to do with their lateness, or Hermione's sudden tendency to sigh and smile, or Harry just acting…not like Harry.
Ron wished it were that they had finally gotten together, but they hadn't mentioned anything to him. They had made a deal that if any of them started dating someone they would tell the others. All three had stuck to it; never once had they lied about their choice of dates. But neither Harry nor Hermione had said anything to him.
Ron, of course, knew about the pool. Since he knew them best, Lauren had designated him in charge of reporting back with news. Justin was an informant too, since he was Head Boy and spent a lot of time with Hermione. And everyday, the news was the same. Everyone was getting quite restless with all this waiting for something to happen. Almost everyone knew of the huge plan to get them together, all except Malfoy and his cronies, and they were planning on keeping it that way, thank you very much. Undoubtedly, Malfoy would find some way to ruin it all.
Harry and Hermione, of course, were not allowed to know what was going on at all. That would undermine all plans. Ron could picture their expression perfectly if they knew what was going on. Hermione would sputter loudly and start yelling at Ron about what a childish thing this was. Harry would probably cuss a lot. And both would fiercely deny being in love with each other.
That-of course- was total bull. The fact that they liked each other was clear to almost everyone, except them. The total in love-ness between them had been there for years, but both were too daft to see it. Ron had asked Lauren about if Harry and Hermione did get together, would it work out? "What does that look like to you?" Lauren asked, pointing to Harry and Hermione arguing about their homework on the Mayan Cake-Eaters. They ate rocks (said so in the book), but Harry said it was cakes.
"Rocks!"
"Cake!"
"Rocks!"
"Cake!"
"Rocks."
"What kind of rocks?"
"Quartz."
"Harry not having enough backbone?" Ron asked.
"No." Lauren said. "Pretend that Hermione has red hair and green eyes. Now what does that look like to you?"
"James Potter not having enough backbone?" Ron ventured
"Nope, you're seeing mirror images of James and Lily at that age. So in other words, I think they do have a fairly good chance, they just need to open their eyes." Lauren said. Lauren had been friends with the Marauders for a while; she had been a year younger than them. And like everyone else in the school, she had watched Lily and James' relationship with great interest. More importantly, she had watched James with great interest.
Flashback! Insert your own waves, mist, stars, glitter, etc here.
Junior Auror Lauren Monroe ran down the street to Godric's Hollow. The Apparition point had been placed annoyingly far away from the house she had to go. She stopped in front of a house that was smoking slightly. She didn't stop because of the sight-she had seen worse. It was the people. The front door had been thrown open. Lying dead on the floor was James Potter. Lauren muffled a scream and wiped off her sudden tears.
Lauren stumbled into the house. She didn't like what she was doing, but she had no choice. Inside, she could hear baby Harry crying. On the floor were Harry and his dead mother, Lily Potter.
Lauren, trying to stow her emotions until she was out, picked up the baby from off the floor. There was a horrible cut on his forehead. She ran out of the house with him, holding him close.
"It's all right Harry, don't cry." she whispered to the baby, who didn't stop crying. Outside the house was a number of muggles. She performed Memory Charms on all of them ("It was only a gas explosion"). She refused to let go of the still crying Harry. After mind-wiping ten muggles, she heard someone running behind her.
"Lauren! What's going-dear God." It was Sirius. "What happened, are they- what happened?"
"They're dead Sirius." She croaked, still trying to be the ever-unemotional Auror. "They're both dead, only Harry lived."
"Oh God, oh bloody damning God" he said, taking Harry from her, "Don't cry Harry. Uncle Siri is here now." Harry calmed a bit, sniffling slightly. "Daddy?" he garbled in half baby-speak.
Sirius gulped. "No Harry, daddy can't be here right now. Maybe later."
"Siri"
"That's right, Siri's here". Sirius looked up at Lauren, who nodded. 'He can go with you' she mouthed.
They stood there, Sirius holding Harry, staring at the floods of Ministry officials who were there. Finally, a familiar face in the crowd.
"Sirius! Lauren" The sound of Hagrid's voice made them turn around. Hagrid easily parted the crowd. "Dumbledore told me. I'm sorry."
Sirius, who seemed to have been looking worse as time progressed, looked up at Hagrid. "Don't worry Sirius, it'll be all right. Lily and James were good people and look at their son. He'll be just like them."
"I hope so." Sirius said. "I'm going to take him with me. He'll learn everything James was going to teach him."
Hagrid looked uncomfortable. "Er-about that. Dumbledore wants me to get Harry and take him to his aunt and uncle's. They need to know what happened. And Dumbledore thinks Harry should be with his family, for now."
"What?" Sirius asked, looking shocked. "Lily told me all about them. They'll be horrible to him; they'll turn him out before Dumbledore has a chance to explain himself. I'm his godfather Hagrid, let me take him."
Lauren looked at Sirius. "Let Hagrid take him Sirius." She said quietly.
Sirius saw that there was no choice. "Take him then. And take my flying motorbike, I won't be needing it."
Sirius got Hagrid accustomed to the bike and found a place for him to hold Harry. "Good bye Harry," Sirius said in a strangled voice, "I'll be seeing you again soon, not to worry."
Lauren kissed Harry on his forehead, where the scar was. "Bye Harry. I'll probably see you and Sirius wrecking havoc on London."
And then Hagrid was gone.
Lauren collapsed onto the sidewalk. She put her head in her hands and started crying. She heard Sirius sit next to her and put his arms around her. "I know, it's horrible. They're gone."
"You don't understand Sirius, I loved him." Lauren whimpered, still not looking up.
"What?"
"I loved James. I always did. When he married Lily, I lost all hope. I loved Lily too, but I had always hoped that it would be us." Lauren cried. "And now he's dead and he never knew."
"We all have our secrets Lauren" Sirius said. "And we regret some more than others." Sirius was having an annoyingly cool head now that she was having a nervous breakdown.
"They're gone." She cried.
"I know, I'm gonna miss them. I really will," Sirius said, "At least I got to say goodbye to them today. And so did Moony and Peter. And now they're gone. Lily and James-life's constants- aren't here. I'm sure they're giving the angels hell. Lily's probably complaining that this is a very inconvenient time for her to die, since the Department of Mysteries isn't finished with the project she was working on. James is asking her why won't she just tell him what the bloody project is since they're dead now. Then they'll start fighting."
Lauren giggled through her tears.
"But they wouldn't want us to sit here blubbering like idiots. They'd want us to move on with our lives and be-and be happy" Sirius croaked out, tightening his grip on Lauren's shoulder. "Do you think we're going to be alright?"
Lauren considered it while drying her eyes. "I believe so. We've got Harry, and if he's anything like the two of them, then we may have too much Lily and James too handle."
"Here, here!" Sirius said, his eyes bright with unshed tears. "I'm sure you have some God-awful report to write up about this, and I've got to find Peter."
Sadly, Lauren did have a report to write on this. "You're right. We've both got to go. Why do you need to find Peter?"
Sirius' face darkened. "Reasons."
Lauren didn't pursue it. Sirius walked her to the Apparition point. "I'll be seeing you." He said.
Lauren hugged him one last time. "Will you be alright? Do you want to spend the night at my place or Remus'? I'm sure he's heard by now."
"No, I'm going to walk a bit. It will be alright, but we'll miss them." And with that, Lauren watched as Sirius Lee Black walked slowly down the street.
End of flashback
Quick annoying author's note right in the middle of the story-we're very sorry.
Thing ONe: Okay, Thing TWo is sitting right next to me crying.
Thing TWo: I'm sorry, I hardly ever cry about something I write, but that was very emotional to write!
Thing ONe: It was, and here's the reason for it. Lauren is a character we created and we wanted to show a bit about her past and who she is. An Auror turned teacher who was friends with the Marauders. More info about her might leak out later and-Thing TWo could you keep the stupid crying down?!?!?!
Thing TWo: Sorry, stupid PMS.
Thing One: Anyway, very important stuff is going to happen right about-now
Lauren heard the next day of what had happened to Sirius. Fifteen years later, she heard of his pardon. The Daily Prophet featured a front-page article on it. She had still yet to see him. That was third on her big list of things to do. Second was finishing the play without any major casualties. First was to get Harry and Hermione together.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron were sitting in one corner of the room, talking conspiratorially. Hermione got up to grab a glass of water.
Hermione was quickly confronted by Draco, "Can I talk to you?"
Hermione eyed him suspiciously. "Alright."
She and Draco walked to the back of the Great Hall, not talking. "Where are they going?" Harry asked.
"Who knows," Ron said. "Tell me more about that explosion in the Charms room I missed."
"Talk Malfoy." Hermione said once they were out of hearing range of the others.
"I was wondering if…" Draco said slowly, looking at the ground. "Well, I was wondering if maybe you'd consider," This was not going the way Draco had planned. He sounded like an idiot and every time he looked up at Hermione, she was looking at him like he was an idiot. "Going out with me."
"What?" Hermione asked, praying to every god she knew of-including Norse, Greek and Hindu- that she hadn't heard what she just had.
"I asked you if you would go out with me." Draco said, reddening.
Hermione quickly considered her options. Malfoy was a respectable person now. When his father had forced him to join the Death Eaters, Malfoy refused and escaped with ten fully armed Death Eaters after him. Though he was still hated by Gryffindors, it was now more in the over-all Slytherin hatred instead of something personal. He could be fairly genial when he wanted to, though he still had a violent mean streak in him that surfaced very rarely.
If she refused him, everyone would know that Hermione was dating someone else. Harry would be quickly named as her new boyfriend. People outside the castle would hear about it and then…
Hermione mentally gulped. She and Harry had talked and they came to the conclusion that Hermione was already high on Voldemort's hit list, and if he knew that Hermione was now Harry's girlfriend, she would be second only to Harry on his "People that need to die" list. That's why they couldn't tell anyone, not even Ron, about the relationship. Danger was everywhere.
But if she said yes, it broke Hermione's heart to think of what she would be doing to Harry. There was only one conclusion
"Well, Malfoy, as you know I just broke up with Ron." Technically true, except it was a mutual break-up that occurred over the summer, "And though we're friends now, I'm still feeling upset by it."
Draco's face was falling at a steady rate.
"I'm not sure if I want to date now. But if you'd give me a week to think about it, then you'll have my answer."
Draco perked up a bit. "Well, think about it. We're both available. And there is a dance coming up, you'll be needing someone to go with." Then, with one last charming smile, he turned around and went to talk with Crabbe.
Hermione nodded, feeling the impending doom that she was wrapped up in. She hadn't even thought about what she was going to do at the Yule Ball. She walked in a dead sort of way back to Harry and Ron. "What was that about?" Ron asked.
Hermione summed up every nerve in her body. "Malfoy asked me out."
Ron went purple with a combination of surprise and rage. Harry looked like he had been slapped and was currently at the anger stage.
"I said I'd consider it." Hermione told them quickly.
This just seemed to make things worse. "YOU SAID WHAT?" Ron yelled, drawing attention to their corner.
Now Harry looked like he'd been told someone had died. Hermione knew this look well, like no one else did. It was Harry's Sad-And-Heartbroken-Yet-Someone's-Gonna-Die look. He reserved it only for one occasion, and that was Voldemort. But it looked like Draco Malfoy had just gotten an invitation to that party.
"Quiet Ron!" Hermione hissed. "You know that I couldn't say no! He would've gotten angry. And he's become quiet respectable now, half the girls in the school want to go out with him. And he's a Prefect." Hermione added, hoping the last line might make Ron believe her.
Ron still looked murderous. And the look on Harry's face was making her want to cry. "So he's pressuring you to date him." Ron said.
"No!" Hermione said, "I meant, I don't want one of our leads to get angry and have a huge fight. People would take sides and then we wouldn't get any work done! Ron, I need to talk with Harry, and we're going to leave you here so you can cool down. There will be no contact with Malfoy whatsoever, you understand." Ron nodded dully.
Hermione and Harry hastily stole out of the room. They didn't speak as they found a deserted hall to talk in.
They stood looking at each other. "I have to say 'yes' Harry." Hermione whispered, "If I don't, then everyone will know about us, and then-"
"Voldemort would find out." Harry finished for her.
"Yes."
Harry looked at her. "It still hurts though."
A few tears rolled out of Hermione's eyes. "Harry…" She wrapped her arms around his waist and cried into his chest. Harry smoothed back her hair and tried to get a grip on himself. The thought of Hermione and Malfoy together was making him feel murderous. And from what it sounded like, Malfoy knew how dedicated Hermione was to the show and knew that if she said 'no', there would be a fight, so that meant he was almost pressuring her into it.
Harry had forced himself the past year and a half to be respectful towards Malfoy, and that was no easy feat, but Harry had been able to contain himself. But now this, it felt like Malfoy was trying to take Hermione from him and Ron. It felt like stealing. He didn't want anyone to steal his innocent Mione from him. The sweet girl who was crying her eyes out, all because of Malfoy and…him.
Harry felt a surge of guilt. Hermione didn't want to hurt him, and he was causing her all this distress. Hermione could be so selfless sometimes, even if it meant hurting herself. Harry tightened his grip around her shoulders, erasing any space left between the two.
Harry said the most comforting words he could think of "It'll be alright, it's okay, don't worry. I love you, don't worry."
Harry could hear Hermione's muffled response. "I love you too. But I can't risk your life or mine. I have to say yes."
"No you don't." Harry assured her.
"Yes I do, he might quit the play or something." Hermione looked up at Harry, her eyes red, the mascara that Lavender had made her put on running. She looked at Harry's shirt, which was stained with tears and –of course- mascara. "Oh, Harry, I ruined your shirt, I'm-"
"I'm a wizard, remember?" He took out his wand and pointed it at his shirt. "Cleansiona" His shirt became instantly white again, almost glowing in the dark hall.
"Nice." Hermione commented, wiping away her remaining tears. "We had better get back in there, Ron will think you've killed me."
"No, I'll give him those honors." Harry said, "Am I still meeting you tonight at eight?"
"Yes, Justin's going to be studying with the other Ernie and Hannah." Hermione whispered. "As long as you are out by ten, we'll be fine."
"C'mon let's go back to the hall." Harry said, kissing Hermione one last time.
And trying very hard to hide their emotions, The Poet and The Courtesan walked back into the Great Hall, where a very angry Painter was waiting for them.
Later, the Head Boy and Girl common room was a mess. There were homework papers everywhere and some leftover food. The people on the couch seemed totally oblivious though. Harry and Hermione were sitting lazily on the couch, Harry having wrapped his arms around Hermione who was absentmindedly playing with his hair. Harry was humming a song quietly and started singing it in her ear.
We got the afternoon
You got this room for two
One thing I've left to do
Discover me
Discovering you
Harry let go of his grip on Hermione and helped her up. In the warm glow of the fire, Harry started dancing with her. "Chee-sy" Hermione said, laughing a bit as they danced, narrowly avoiding a stack of books.
One mile to every inch of
Your skin like porcelain
One pair of candy lips and
Your bubblegum tongue
And if you want love
We'll make it
Swimming in a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be awhile
Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder
(I'll use my hands)
Your body is a wonderland
Something 'bout the way
Your hair falls in your face
I love the shape you take when crawling
Towards the pillowcase
You tell me where to go and
Though I might leave to find it
I'll never let your head hit the bed
Without my hand behind it
You want love?
We'll make it
Swimming in a deep sea of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be awhile
Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder
(I'll use my hands)
Your body is a wonderland
Damn baby
You frustrate me
I know you're mine all mine all mine
But you look so good it hurts sometime
Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder
(I'll use my hands)
Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonderland
Harry, exerting some amazing talent, kissed Hermione between each line, sang, and managed to dance all at the same time. We suppose this is why he was cast in the main role.
"I love you." Harry said.
"I love you." Hermione giggled.
"And me, well, I love everybody. Now would someone please explain to me what is going on?"
Justin was standing in the doorway, a mildly bemused expression on his face.
Harry and Hermione immediately moved away from each other and started rapidly giving explanations. "Well, we were just" "Rehearsing!" "Yeah, rehearsing, for the show"
"Do you really think I believe that?" Justin asked.
"It was a nice try." Hermione mumbled, looking at her feet.
"So would one of you like to explain what happened to make the two of you act like the real Satine and Christian?" Justin asked, sitting on the abandoned couch.
"It…happened?" Harry offered weakly.
"Hermione, what's your perspective on this?" Justin asked.
"I don't know. Harry's right, it did just happen. We fell in love. We discovered each other." Hermione said. "Okay, how corny did that sound?"
"Very." Justin told her. "And why doesn't anyone else no about this? I mean, you can't have told anyone, because Ron's not that good at keeping secrets when it involves the two of you."
"Harry, you can answer that better than I can." Hermione said.
"Yeah, I can. It all comes down to Voldemort," Justin shivered when Harry said his name, "if he found out that I was dating Hermione, well, as my friend she's already in serious danger. If it were known that I was in love with her, she'd be dead, not to be morbid or anything." Harry moved over to Hermione and put his arm around her. "Enough people have been killed by Voldemort, I don't want to be the cause of any more deaths."
"So can you please not tell anyone?" Hermione pleaded. "It's too dangerous. There are so many spies, I don't want to be the cause of an attack on the castle or become bait for Harry."
"You really love her?" Justin asked Harry.
"Yeah, I do" Harry said, smiling down at Hermione.
"Fine then, your secret stays with me. I won't speak a word to anyone." Justin said, getting off the couch and walking towards the stairs to his room. "But Hermione, I think it would be best if Harry left sometime soon, because if someone saw him leaving your room at five in the morning, the rumors would really be flying."
"Alright" Hermione said, and Justin started climbing the stairs. "And Justin," he turned around. "Thanks." Justin smiled and continued going up the stairs. Out of the corner of the eye, he saw Harry kiss Hermione goodnight and he could hear them say their goodbyes.
"Night Mione. Love you."
"Love you too. Come what may."
"Come what may."
Justin pulled out some parchment and grabbed a quill and some ink. He was just about to write to Lauren (technically, he wasn't breaking his promise, he said he wouldn't "speak a word to anyone" this wasn't speaking, this was writing) when he stopped. Harry and Hermione trusted him, and he was betraying their secret. If he told Lauren, who would tell the rest of the class, he was endangering them.
Justin put up the parchment. Considering he didn't have any money riding on this, it would be perfectly okay to not tell Lauren for a few days.
Sinking back into his bed, he smirked. "Come what may" Cute really, how they were just like the lead characters.
After DADA class the next day, Lauren pulled Hermione aside. "I need to talk to you."
"All right professor." Hermione said.
"Well Hermione, I've been looking over your grades and progress and I was wondering how you would feel if I nominated you for Auror testing?"
Hermione looked shocked. She really didn't know what to say, so the first words out of her mouth were, "Why not Harry?"
Lauren laughed. "Harry's father was an Auror and given Harry's record, he's got a free pass to be an Auror."
"What about Ron?"
Lauren thought for a moment. "No, not Ron. He feels too strongly about things. He's passionate about people in a way that many others are not. He cannot keep a cool head when they are in trouble. He must go out and do something dramatic."
"Like Harry." Hermione whispered.
"No, actually, Harry's entirely different. He'd do anything to keep you and Ron safe, but he at least gives some thought to what he's doing." Lauren said. "But you, you're exactly what an Auror needs to be. You are passionate about the people you love; yet you don't go berserk when something happens to them. I noticed this last year when Harry…"
"Fought Voldemort." Hermione finished.
"Yes, you were clearly upset yet you managed to do your work with out going into crying fits every five seconds. He may have only been gone a few hours, but that is all the time that an Auror has on an assignment like that. Do you want to do it? I'm not forcing you, but I will say this: We need you."
"All right, I'll do it." Hermione said.
Lauren's face lit up. "Great! Now, there is one small catch. There is a meeting with the other one's I've nominated, and you can't tell anybody about. The first thing about being an Auror is secrecy."
"I can't even tell Ron or Harry?" Hermione asked, looking panicked.
"No, you can't. I know that's going to be hard, but it's the rules. If anyone tells their friends, they get excluded immediately. I may be a teacher, but I can still spy like the best Aurors."
Hermione sighed. "I can make sacrifices. Ever since Moody-I mean Crouch- said that I had a future as an Auror, I've wanted to be one. But I really can't tell anyone?"
"I know, it's horrible. I thought I would die when they told me about the meeting when I was your age. I wanted to tell all my friends. I was becoming just like the school's golden boys; James Patter and Sirius Black."
"They were Aurors?" Hermione asked. Harry had never known what his father's job was.
"Oh yes, good ones. I wanted to be just like them, anything to be in the same building with them again, we were great friends. I was friends with Remus Lupin too." Lauren said.
"You were friends with the Marauders?" Hermione asked, incredulous.
"They were a year older than me, but yes, I was. I had been James' next-door neighbor before Hogwarts. I would keep on talking about old times, but we're getting off subject. I planned the meeting for a day when we weren't having rehearsals, so it's going to be this Sunday night at eight in here. I'll see you then." Lauren smiled at Hermione, a sign that the meeting was over.
Hermione walked out the door, happy about all that was going on. Sunday night, I'm not doing anything except meeting Harry, she happily mused.
MEETING HARRY? Hermione panicked. Oh Gods, she thought, what am I going to do…
Excerpts from the journals Hogwarts students are recommended to keep.
Harry Potter, Seventh year, Prefect, Gryffindor House
I love Mione. It's funny; Hermione once told me that before we were dating I am the only person with the authority to call her Mione. She said it sounds wrong when anyone else says it. Now I feel weird calling her Mione in pubic, in case someone thinks something else is going on.
Why don't I want anyone to know about me dating Mione? Why can I not tell Ron? Why can I not stand on the top of Hogwarts and yell, "May I have your attention please? It has come to my knowledge that Hermione Elizabeth Anne Granger loves me. Since she's the most wonderful woman in the world, I felt you should all know"?
Voldemort. It all comes down to Voldemort. If word got out that I was dating someone, Hermione would be good as dead the within the hour. And if she got hurt, well I don't know what I would do. Kill somebody probably. And it's not just that she's my girlfriend, it's because she's been my friend for seven years.
I've got to get to bed, I can't think about this any longer. Question: If I hate this journal, why do I write so much?
Hermione Granger, Seventh Year, Head Girl, Gryffindor House
I love Harry. I love Harry. I love Harry. I love Harry. I love Harry. I love Harry. I love Harry. I love Harry. I love Harry. I love Harry. I love Harry. I love Harry. I love Harry. I love Harry. I love Harry. I love Harry. I love Harry. I love Harry. I love Harry. I love Harry. I love Harry. I love Harry. Guess what? I love Harry.
So why can't I just tell him "I can't see you Sunday night"? Maybe because I want to be an Auror too much to risk it. I'll reschedule it for later. Yes, that will work; I'll have us meet at six during dinner. That will work perfectly. And I can't stand him up; it would hurt him too much. I hate Harry's hurt look. It's so…okay, so it's an amazing turn-on and he looks just like he did when he was still a kid. That's the one thing Harry isn't anymore. Stupid Voldemort. HA! I called him by name! I am not scared of him…much.
Anyway, Voldemort has stolen Harry's childhood. Ever since the Third Task. Harry's always Harry, but he's no longer Responsibility-Free Harry. He's Hero Harry, with the weight of the world on his shoulders and I hate him like that. He's always got that worry in the back of his mind. He doesn't say anything about it, but we can all see it.
What I'm really worried about is when He's going to attack again. It's going to be at the end of the year, and this being Harry's last year; it's going to be a huge attack. I'm scared. Harry can't die. I can't lose him, I can't lose Ron, I can't lose Ginny, and I can't lose Lavender. I can't lose anybody. So many are already gone, like Dean. I didn't even like Dean that much, but now that he's gone, I realized how different things are now. Who will talk about Football during Potions now? God, I can't think about this anymore, it's too depressing.
Now what am I supposed to do about that stupid Draco problem?
Draco Malfoy, Seventh Year, Prefect, Slytherin House
When will Hermione say yes? All I want to do is take her out on a date…and then there's that other part, but she doesn't need to know about it. This will be perfect. All I have to do is be myself (which I certainly am doing, right?) and she will see what a "Sweet" person I really am. Excuse me while I let out an evil laugh. Mwuhahahaha. That's much better. When is she going-I don't want to ask Hermione out, I don't want to hurt her, I want to ask- quiet, of course I need to ask Hermione out, it is all part of the plan.
Ginny Weasley, Sixth Year, Proudly NOT a Prefect, Gryffindor House
Draco Malfoy's looking quite sexy isn't he?