Sorry, this took so long. I really can't afford to write as much as I would like. However, I mean this when I say it. I will complete this story. Thank you so much for reviewing or and even reading it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Twilight and if I did I would make it hella gay. The only thing I take credit for is my OC.

Andrew was out sick, and Harry had no idea what to do with himself.

This was partly his fault for only having one friend.

He had gotten so used to Andrew's presence that school felt so odd without him. He's spent five periods with the kid and now he was just alone. By study hall, Harry was ready to leave. He was so damn tempted but he'd envisioned Andrew face, small nose upturned and gaze disappointed saying 'you shouldn't cut so often Harrison.'

He was gonna head over to Andrew's house Friday night to bring him the work he missed and to bring him some homemade soup that he was sure Andrew would appreciate.

During lunch he didn't bother sitting down at his usual table, he just went straight outside. The rain was a steady downpour today puddling up by his boots.

Harry moved away from the doors and walked around the corner to stand under a ledge with two metal benches. He didn't want to open his obnoxiously huge umbrella. He sighed and listened. He liked the sound the rain made when it hit the pavement and he held his shaky hand under the harsh drops. The water stabbed into his flesh with cold, arrhythmic pinpricks. He found that he was actually rather relaxed, and his mind had quieted to a good degree. His conscience seemed to be very loud lately. Headaches were becoming his new best friend.

However, when the sound of the double doors opening cut through the sound of the rain, Harry felt a quick jolt of adrenaline that killed his cool.

Edward Cullen rounded the corner and immediately Harry was aware of how good he looked. Even with his hair wet and droplets running down his face. It was weird. Harry had read all about why vampires looked the way they did, they were meant to charm, secure a meal easily. He shook his head with a snort.

"Hello Harrison," Edward opened, standing out in the rain as if it didn't bother him. "May I have a word with you?"

"Well," Harry shrugged backing up and sitting down, "You're already talking to me."

Edward approached the benches warily, taking a seat on the bench adjacent.

"Look," Edward started, steepling his hands together, "First I want to say, I really am sorry."

This again? Harry was passed this and he already tossed it into the mental trash bin. His lip curled into a sneer and he felt his ire rise, but Edward held up his hands defensively and said, "I know you said you didn't want my apology but that didn't sit well with me. I can not make you accept my apology for the incident that happened that Monday. However, I'm deeply sorry for my actions in the bathroom nearly two weeks ago. They were reprehensible and completely uncalled for."

'Yeah, they were,' Harry agreed in his mind.

The sniff of dissatisfaction unknit from Harry's face as he willfully commanded a more equanimous expression onto his features, thus permitting Edward to continue.

"It was never my intention to bully you-"

"Did Jasper put you up to this?" Harry asked, his voice like rusty breaks, peering at Edward out of a squinty eye. Edward clearly had not anticipated being interrupted and questioned.

Edward's perfect face went still and he was clearly off his script when he said, "No."

"Hm," Harry hummed. "Okay."

"As I was saying," Edward continued with a small smile. "It was never my intention to approach you in that way. I let my emotions get the best of me and I apologize."

Harry raised an eyebrow, biting back a smile. "You know what I think?"

Edward shook his head willingly rising to the bait.

Harry smiled sweetly. "I think that you're so full of shit."

Edward frowned, face pinched. "Pardon?"

Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out his carton of cigarettes. "You normally just get away with reading someone's mind and saying exactly what they want to hear and then you're on your merry way. You're not used to trying so hard. Now I already told you I didn't want your apology and I meant that. Yet here you are trying to apologize again."

Edward was too stunned to reply and his mouth was agape. It looked sort of ridiculous.

"Jasper told me about your power," Harry said simply and saw something flicker in Edward's eyes. "Oh don't look at me like that. He didn't spill all your beans obviously. I wanted to know why you couldn't stop staring at me and he told me the reason why."

"When I approached you in the bathroom, your reaction wasn't forthcoming. You were very abrasive." Edward's tone was almost accusing, it was starting to tick him off.

"What was I supposed to say or do?" Harry was equally incensed and more than a little indignant. "You just kept staring at me like some fucking creep. Did you expect me to be happy about it? When you approached me, did you expect me to just cower in fear? That's not my style."

Harry looked down at the cigarette carton in his hands toying with the flap. "Look, I know I should have handled that situation in the bathroom differently, but you just kept fucking staring," Harry said the last two words like they were sentences unto themselves.

Edward's face was tense and his jaw was at a defiant tilt, but he seemed to be thinking. Then he blurted as elegantly as possible, "I'm just sorry, alright? I'm trying to apologize to you and you keep calling me out and saying things that I don't expect. Normally, I can easily anticipate a conversation due to my ability. Even without reading someone's mind, I'm able to charm or lead the conversation to some degree. But that doesn't work on you and - I'm not used to situations where I'm not in control. People don't… People don't normally give me as much trouble."

Harry sensed that this was probably the truest thing Edward had said to him, yet. As infuriated and uneasy as Edward made him, he had to admit that he had balls. It really was a shame that Harry wasn't like most people.

"Okay," Harry said pulling out a cigarette and putting it between his lips. "Apology accepted," he mumbled around it. Boom. Done. Conflict resolved.

He offered the opened box to Edward and to his complete and utter surprise. Edward slipped one out and placed it between his lips with practiced ease.

He's done this before.

Harry flicked on his lighter, cupping this hand around the little flame to concentrate it at the end of his cigarette. He intended to just toss the lighter to Edward next but no, the other boy shifted over to his bench, and leaned in so close Harry could see the damn raindrops that clung to his eyelashes.

They remained eye contact the whole time Harry lit Edward's cigarette, amber eyes betraying nothing until he leaned back.

As Edward sucked in to inhale the smoke, Harry watched as he held the smoke in his lungs for way longer than necessary before turning his head to the side and letting the smoke out smoothly.

A pair they must make. The seemingly uptight and rich Edward Cullen outside smoking with the weird new kid.

"Hey," Harry said, looking at Edward out of the corner of his eye, "But I still don't like you calling me a liar."

Edward chuckled and with the intention of truly clearing the air between them, he said very sincerely, "I'm sorry for calling you a liar too."

Harry hummed and let the silence float over them, the sound of the rain drowning them out. They continued to smoke in the rumble of water hitting the pavement.

"You know?" Edward said quietly. Resting a nearly finished cig between his fingers. Harry startled. Almost forgot he had company. "I just realized that I never formally introduced myself."

"Yeah," Harry said breezily. "You didn't."

"Well, there's no time like the present," Edward said with a beautiful crooked smile. "Hello, Harrison. My name is Edward Cullen."

"Hi."

"Hi."

They watched each other intensely for maybe ten seconds before Edward proceeded to inhale the rest of the nicotine through the filter and it collapsed into itself. 'That's so unfair' Harry thought bitterly. 'It must be nice not needing to breathe.'

A vampire smoking just seemed so strange.

Harry was just a bit curious, so he just had to ask, "That doesn't do anything for you, does it?"

"It— "Then silence as Edward leaned back against the bench and flicked the filter away. Harry thought he was probably constructing another disquisition and was therefore impressed when he said, "It brings nostalgia."

Suddenly Harry could picture it. Edward in the early 1940s, or maybe even in the roaring 20's smoking cigars, looking all expensive and cultured.

Harry shrugged. "Well, that is something."

"It is," Edward agreed. "What does it do for you?"

"A lot," answered Harry truthfully.

"Too much?" he asked, his voice soft, understanding, perfect. Edward's face was serious though, which was strange. It was like he was actually interested in Harry's answer. Harry wanted to laugh but there was nothing funny about this situation, nothing funny about this conversation and nothing funny about his addiction.

Harry, however, was still clearly amused when he snorted, "More than I'd like to admit."

Edward looked away from him, digesting what he'd heard. "I think I understand," Edward chirped. Harry seemed to become aware of how close he was for the first time.

"You do?"

"Yeah," Edward said sounding sure of himself. "I do."

'Well kudos to you for whatever you think you understand,' Harry wanted to say but that sounded too unnecessarily hostile and he didn't have the time or energy to deal with the conversation that would come after that statement.

Harry didn't answer he just dropped the filter to the ground and smashed it with his boot, mentally preparing himself for trigonometry class. Edward appeared to muse in this silence.

Harry stood up shoving his hands into his pockets, ready to go back inside.

After having a five-second debate with himself on whether or not he should say goodbye. He opted that he should because he did have manners after all. He met Edward's eyes and they were intense, almost calculating, and most of all, curious.

Edward uttered a quiet, "Who are you, Harrison?"

Harry only barely heard him over the sound of the rain. He didn't even see Edward's lips move. Harry frowned at him. "I'm no one."

Edward's tone was soft when he said, "No, you're not."

"Just, please," Harry pleaded softly, confused and a little upset to why he should even be begging for this. Being left alone should be a given. "You apologized and I accepted it. Now just leave me alone okay?"

Harry left Edward in the rain as if this was some cheesy romantic drama.

…

When Harry went to economics later that day, he couldn't help but notice that Edward Cullen wasn't there.

…

Harry returned home that Wednesday afternoon and he did his homework immediately. For dinner, he heated up his leftovers from the previous night and before he settled down for bed, he decided to call Andrew.

Andrew predictably sounded terrible but no less delighted to hear from Harry.

"Harrison," he exclaimed before launching into a series of dry painful coughs. Harry chuckled as Andrew groaned into the receiver. "I didn't know you'd be calling."

"How are you feeling?"

"My whole body aches," Andrew said cheerfully. "It feels like an eighteen-wheeler ran over me twice because once just wasn't enough."

"Wow." Seemed like Andrew was not short on dramatics today.

"How was school?"

"Uneventful and boring."

"Aw did you miss me?" Andrew teased.

"Yes." Harry was not afraid to admit that. 48 hours was a long time when school occupied most of his day. Today was honestly so distorted, Harry wasn't even sure if that whole conversation with Edward even happened. But of course, the less Andrew knew about that the better.

"Really?" Andrew sounded so heartbreakingly hopeful that Harry just had to agree.

"Yeah."

"No one's ever missed me from school. No one ever even noticed I was gone."

"Well, yesterday and today it happened."

"I'll be sure to get well as quick as possible."

"Take your time. I'll see you on Friday anyway."

"No, you won't, I'm probably not coming back to school until Monday. My mom has gone all beast mode. When I'm sick it's like the world is ending."

"I'm coming over after school to give you your homework and some chicken noodle soup."

"Really?" Andrew did that thing with his voice again. The thing that made him sound like a child that's just been told Santa is real and that everything on his wish list was sure to come.

"Yeah, I wasn't just gonna let you suffer by yourself."

"That sounds so amazing," croaked Andrew. "But I don't wanna get you sick."

"Don't worry about me. I haven't been sick in a long time." Harry didn't think he had the capacity to get sick anymore, one of the pros to his damnation. "I'll be fine."

"Thank you, Harrison." Andrew started hacking again so Harry thought it was best to say his goodbyes.

"Don't worry about it kid. I'll see you on Friday, alright?"

Harry could hear Andrew smiling through the phone.

"Okay. Bye."

"Bye."

That night Harry went to sleep feeling incredibly light and content to end the night out on a good note. He hoped that tomorrow was a better day.

…

Harry woke up feeling a lot better and hopeful that today wasn't going to be a complete disaster. Not that yesterday was terrible, but he hoped his good mood could be maintained. Luckily the rain from yesterday had subsided and although it was not sunny it was still considered a nice day. These were becoming limited as they descended further into autumn.

After running through his morning routine Harry delve into his supply of blood pops and picked up a couple for Jasper.

These technically were not a need. Jasper went through most of his immortal life so far without the help of blood pops and he could continue to do so however because of what happened on his first day, it was better for everyone including Harry to limit the chances of that ever happening again.

He was limited to knowing what exactly these did for Jasper. Vampires indulging in sweets were not common. The fact that it worked was a surprise on its own. Maybe control was something Jasper struggled with. Without any knowledge, Harry already knew that some days were going to be worse than others. So, it was not truly up to him to dictate when Jasper should be able to have some or not. Jasper was the one who knew his own breaking point.

Harry partly was basing it off of eye color. He knew that bright gold meant that the Cullens recently went hunting. From there it was just a waiting game, watching as the days went by and their eyes slowly started to lose color. It had only been a week and he read that on average a vampire fed every one to two weeks. Now that all depended on what type of blood and their self-control.

Harry wasn't blind either.

The day's trickled by and slowly Harry watched as Jasper's eyes started to lose their brightness and it was quite fascinating. Jasper's face would become more and more pinched as if he was getting increasingly uncomfortable as the days went by.

They haven't had much conversation since last week. Which was great. Just simple hellos and goodbyes. The morning went on just like it always did. Either Jasper was the first one there waiting, or Harry was the first one waiting. It would seem that Jasper's new permanent seat was next to Harry. On this particular morning, Harry was one of the first people in the class and he waited until he spotted pale skin and honey blonde hair.

"Good morning," Jasper greeted him politely with a small smile, but Harry didn't miss the tightness of it. The stiffness of his spine when he sat down and well- Jasper's most obvious lack of breathing.

"I got the stuff," Harry whispered full of theatrics as the class settled in for the lesson.

"Do you now?" The bruises under his eyes were starting to come back so it would seem that Harry was just in time.

Harry looked around inconspicuously before dipping his hand into the inside pocket of his jacket. He handed them over under the desk ignoring that smile Jasper was just so obviously trying to keep back at his antics.

Their fingers brushed as Jasper got ahold of them and Harry went still, eyes flickering to the blonde. Jasper met his eyes, face calm. Sheesh. It would drive Harry mad if he were that cold all the time.

Jasper whispered back, "Thank you," his tone grateful.

"No problem." That was Harry's good deed for the day or maybe for the whole entire week. Wait, he took that back since he was going to visit Andrew and he technically didn't need to do that. He was only doing that out of the goodness of his cold heart. He watched as Jasper put the blood pops in his pocket completely content. Harry picked up his pencil and twirled it between his fingers for a moment.

That was it. A nice and easy smooth transaction. Just how it should be.

But you know how God loved to fuck with him? Yeah well, he had something in store for Harry today.

The class was only halfway over then. Mrs. Hall was rattling on about the Vietnam War and Harry was listening. She had his full undivided attention until a certain immortal decided that he had to put a stop to Harry's very important learning, just to tell him about something that didn't even pertain to the lesson.

"You know, I fought in the Confederate army."

Harry paused his note-taking and squinted over at him. "I didn't know that. Nor did I want to."

"Well," Jasper drawled. "Maybe I just felt like telling you."

Harry shook his head sharply. "Don't."

"I became the youngest major in Texas," Jasper said proudly, ignoring his protest completely.

Harry resisted the urge to rub his temples. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because why not?" Jasper replied with a crooked smile.

Harry was starting to understand that the Cullens weren't very good listeners, at least not with him. "You said you understood me last week. I guess you lied."

Jasper was still smiling when he said, "I understood just fine."

Harry wanted to smack that breathtaking crooked smile right off his face. "Okay then, just stop talking to me. Stop telling me things about your life."

"No, I don't think I will." Jasper resorted and Harry gasped, taken back. "I met Alice in 1948 at a diner in Philadelphia. She changed my life."

Harry cut his eyes at him. "I'm going to move my seat if you don't stop."

"And go where?" Jasper challenged, his eyes gloriously intense. "Back there next to Anna?" Involuntarily Harry looked behind them to gaze at that one loan seat sadly. "You and I both know that you'd rather deal with me then sit next to her."

Damn it. 'You sly bastard.'

"I thought we had an agreement?"

"We do have an agreement. I'm not breaking any rules."

"Yes, you are." Harry hissed. He was sure of it.

"Oh really? Then let me know which ones."

Harry ran through his mental checklist quickly. No questions. Simple greetings. Two blood pops at a time. No interaction outside of this room. Well. Shit.

"Um," Harry mumbled, grasping for a solid reason. "You can't be friends with your drug dealer. It's illegal."

"No, it isn't," Jasper chuckled. "Besides you're not my drug dealer. Not really. You said after we leave this room, you don't exist. If you can't tell already, our first period isn't over yet. I can talk to you in this room. I can talk to you now."

"No, no." Harry denied venomously. "No conversing. No full-fledged conversations. None of that. Stop trying to find loopholes."

"It's not a loophole if you were not specifically clear. I won't try to talk to you outside of this classroom just as you instructed."

"Look. I don't want to be your friend. We are barely acquaintances and nothing more. It's going to stay that way."

"Where is the fun in that?"

"Exactly," Harry deadpanned. "There is no fun. That's the point. I don't need fun, at least not with you."

Jasper shrugged, taking no offense. "Well, you don't have to say anything to me, Harrison. I can do all the talking." Jasper continued his chatter unbothered. "Alice and I got married shortly after we met."

"Why are you making things difficult?"

"This," Jasper motioned between them. "This is quite simple. The only person making anything difficult is you."

"No, I'm not." Harry hissed.

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not!"

"Mister Peverell and Mister Hale, am I going to have to separate you two?" Mrs. Hall's reprimanding question rained down like a prayer being answered. This was his chance. Normally a protest would be on his lips but not this time. Harry silently rejoiced. He shot Jasper a look that screamed diabolical.

Harry was already gathering his books in his hand preparing to be moved someplace else away from this lunatic. "Actually, Miss Hall I think that would be for the-"

"That won't be necessary Mrs. Hall," Jasper interjected rudely but still so god damn smooth, giving her a charming smile. Harry watched in horror as Mrs. Hall blushed. She fucking blushed. This was despicable. "We were only discussing the lesson. My apologies if we were being too disruptive."

Oh boy. Jasper was really laying on the southern charm real thick.

"Oh, it's not a problem at all." Mrs. Hall simpered, batting her eyelashes like she had something in her eyes. "Please just keep it down."

Mrs. Hall turned back around to continue her lesson and Jasper looked over at Harry incredibly smug.

"Why are you doing this to me?" It was so very sad that Harry had to ask questions like this. This situation should not even be happening right now. "I said I didn't want anything from you. I told you not to talk to me."

"No. You said not to ask you any questions and I'm not. I'm just telling you things."

"I hate you," Harry said gruffly. There was no heat behind it though.

"No, you don't," Jasper tutted, and he had the gall to look indifferent when Harry glowered. "At least not yet."

Hate was a really strong word even for Harry. "So, you understand that you're playing with fire?"

"I'd be a fool if I didn't realize that." Jasper gazed at him, the same way Edward had done yesterday. Like Harry was some sort of an enigma. He hated that damn look. "There's just something about you."

"Shut up. I'm not anyone special. I'm no one and I'd like to stay that way." Harry was getting really tired of repeating himself. "You should just respect my boundaries and leave me alone."

"I'm not really crossing any boundaries. I'm just telling you things that I want to tell you. It's not like you have anyone to tell. Also, your thoughts are safe." Jasper shrugged and even though the move seemed natural it still looked rather odd. "Alice can see the future, but she can't see you or anything that pertains to you."

Harry raised an eyebrow at that because to be clairvoyant was pretty interesting, he hasn't met anyone who could see into the future beside Professor Trelawney.

Okay. Now he understood why he was causing such a stir within the Cullen household. Three gifted immortals, powers all miraculously rendered useless against the new kid named Harrison Peverell.

Not a common name.

Not only that but, on top of leaving the vampires essentially powerless, he also knew of their super-secret vampire government. Not just of them, but of their names. Harry wasn't just the new kid, he was a threat or maybe even a liability.

Okay.

Harry got that. He really did. He understood how he must look. But he already said he just wanted to be left alone. They could do whatever. It didn't matter to him. That should be mutual. He didn't deserve this. He was kind of a good person sometimes. Or when he needed to be. Which was rarely and selective. But hey, could you blame him?

"We got married on July 6th, 1950. I reckon that was the happiest day of my second life."

"Stop." Harry did not whine. He most certainly did not.

"No."

"I don't want to get to know you. I just want to be left alone. Why can't you see that?"

"I see that perfectly," Jasper insisted. "Well normally I can know how a person is feeling but you, you're different. Your one main emotion is like a mask. You're a book but not an open book. I have to base everything off your cover. You have the ability to give nothing away but sometimes you do. I don't think you can help it."

"Please don't psychoanalyze me," Harry warned, eyes cold. There was heat finally rising to his words and Jasper noticed that instantly. "You won't like me when I'm psychoanalyzed."

"My apologies," Jasper said not sounding sorry at all. "You're just the first human I've found even remotely interesting since I've been turned."

"I'm not your science project. I don't care if you find me interesting." Harry snapped. "Maybe I just don't find you interesting."

Jasper just smiled big, his perfect pearly whites gleaming as he said, "You will."

The way Jasper said it made it seem like a promise.

If they really wanted to play. Harry could always threaten to cut their deal off, and Jasper knew that already, he had to and still decided to pester Harry anyway. It was smart because all that he said was true. He actually wasn't breaking any of Harry's rules. "You know, you're really starting to push your luck."

Jasper peered over at him innocently. "I know, but something tells me that it's worth it."

"What the fuck does that even mean?" Harry snarked back baring his teeth.

"We agreed to not ask each other questions." Jasper looked at him innocently. "So, I technically don't have to answer that."

Harry gaped at the immortal next to him. The nerve. The fucking nerve of this guy.

'It's not too late' Harry thought to himself. He could just disappear. He could just obliviate Andrew and everyone else. But that would take time and effort. He was fucked and so was this day.

…

Harry wasn't afraid to go to economics today but after the bullshit Jasper just pulled with him, he really didn't want to take any chances. They were crazy. Jasper Hale and Edward Cullen were crazy. That was the only explanation for any of this. It shouldn't be this hard. Harry honestly wasn't even doing anything, he was just simply existing and then all of a sudden, they want to talk to him.

Ew.

"What the hell is everyone smoking?" Harry muttered to himself. Crazy was in the air today.

Harry skipped lunch again and this time he stayed in his car. That way he wouldn't have any unexpected guests.

When economics rolled around, Edward Cullen left him alone, but Harry had a reason to suspect that if Bella wasn't there, Edward would have probably chatted off his ear too. He did not know what to expect now. These vampires were getting bold.

…

Harry shuffled out of the school along with the other students, a cigarette resting behind his ear. But Harry halted to a stop when he looked at the direction of his car and saw a very tall and muscular figure leaning against his exterior so casually. This day honestly couldn't get any shittier, Harry was sure of that.

Jacob Black

Harry couldn't control himself then, he was a force to be reckoned with. He stomped over to his car like a man on a mission and he watched in complete satisfaction when the grin on Jacob's face quickly turned into a look of fear.

"What the bloody fuck do you think you're doing?" Harry yelled, very well aware that he was causing a scene. "Get the hell off my car!" Jacob startled off of the hood of his car with his hands up in surrender and apology. Harry knew that with his height difference and overall body mass he looked as threatening as a baby kitten, but you know what? He was going to work with what he had.

"Whoa dude," Jacob said, his hands still raised. "I'm sorry."

"Yeah, you better be." Harry grouched, making sure Jacob's massive body didn't leave a dent. He could fix it either way, but didn't Jacob know how to respect a man's car?

"You're sorry, huh?" Harry muttered mostly to himself, before taking the cigarette from behind his ear and placing it in his mouth. He sized up the figure in front of him, taking in Jacob's form that was only covered and a t-shirt, jeans, and boots.

"So, you stalking me, Black?" Harry was jesting, that was obvious, but Jacob's cheeks lit aflame.

Interesting.

"No," Jacob replied a tad bit too quickly. "I- umm, I," he fumbled for words and Harry raised an eyebrow.

"You?" Harry prompted with a smirk.

"I- uh," Jacob said, and Harry lit his cigarette, inhaling and exhaling. "I just remembered the type of car you drove when you came to La Push."

"Ah," Harry hummed. Harry would accept that even though that sounded a bit like rubbish. His car was not common, especially in this town. "So, what did you want?"

"Huh?" Jacob asked, breathlessly and Harry rolled his eyes.

"What did you want? I'm guessing you're stalking me for a reason," Harry took a glance around and people seemed to be entrapped with what was going on. Everyone seemed to be watching them and Harry felt as if it was his first day all over again.

Harry had to hand it to them if he saw Jacob here too without any context, he'd be a bit curious himself. Jacob just looked so out of place here and of course, it had something to do with the fact that he was nearly seven feet tall.

Jacob had this look about him. He seemed just as out of place as the Cullens.

"Well um," Jacob started, then stopped to look down at the ground before rubbing at the back of his neck. That's when it dawned upon Harry that Jacob was nervous, and he didn't have the faintest idea why.

The confidence from the beach seemed to have just flown out the window.

"There's a bonfire this weekend and I was um- wondering if you- um," Jacob struggled to find the words, but Harry could piece together where this was going so naturally the first word out of his mouth was his immediate answer.

"No."

"What?!" Jacob sputtered, "You didn't even let me finish."

Harry decided to indulge him and nodded, "You're completely right," he motioned with his empty hand, "please continue."

Jacob cleared his throat, rubbing his hands together as if that was supposed to give him a kick start. "As I was saying."

"There's a bonfire happening this Saturday at first beach and I was wondering if you wanted to come?" He smiled at Harry hopefully.

Harry turned his head to the side to let out a billow of smoke and looked up at Jacob. "No," he repeated plainly. "I'd rather not."

Jacob's face fell. "Why not?"

"I don't want to," Harry replied in a very slow tone. "I have better things to do on Saturday."

Harry already planned on sleeping that whole day away. Some called that depression sleep he preferred to call it a day well rested.

"Aw, come on," Jacob whined. "It'll be fun."

Harry moved around his car, preparing to get in it soon. "To you, not to me."

Jacob followed him and stood so close that Harry could feel his body heat. Which was pretty intense, he should probably get that checked out. Harry put his hand on the door handle and paused.

Jacob placed his hand on Harry's shoulder, looking at Harry a bit desperately. "You can even bring Andrew." Harry didn't have the faintest idea of why Jacob wanted him there so badly. And did Jacob think that bringing Andrew was supposed to make everything better?

"Why do you want me to come?" Jacob's hands fell from his shoulders and suddenly he decided that looking down at them was rather interesting.

Harry was surprised the see a faint red color dusting Jacob's cheeks. He was blushing. Again, what the hell for? "Well, I think you're pretty cool and I just wanted to get to know you better."

"It's no use barking up that tree, mate," Harry said flatly. "I'm a pretty reserved person."

"Harrison," Jacob said his name as if he was pleading. Harry sighed and watched as something strangely vulnerable came over Jacob's face. "Just think about it, okay?"

They probably looked really weird just gazing in each other's eyes, but Harry nodded holding the burning cig between his lips, "I'll think about it, but I can't guarantee-,"

"Jake!"

The moment, as quick and flitting as it was, was ruined in one second and Harry's words came to a screeching halt. That voice. That fucking voice.

Jacob's back straightened and he turned towards the direction of the voice as did Harry. Bella Swan. Bella freaking Swan was walking towards them.

What the fuck? 'Satan please take me now.'

Very close behind her followed Edward. Harry could start crying at any moment, he was sure of it. He had spoken too soon. This day was definitely getting worse right before his eyes and there was nothing, he could do to stop it.

Jacob's face hardened and he pulled Harry away from his precious car and halfway behind him like he was a bloody damsel and distress. For what? Protection?

"Hey Bella," he greeted coldly.

"Hey?" She repeated, voice picking up several octaves. "Why haven't you called me back?"

What?

"I had nothing more to say to you." Jacob glared at her and then at Edward. "After your leeches came back you just tossed me to the side. So, we can't be friends anymore."

What?

"That's not fair," Bella argued. "I didn't just throw you away. I could never do that."

What the fuck?

Oh. no. He wasn't getting into any of this. He peeked out from where Jacob had put him. The look of hostility on Edward's face was unmatched. He finally looked like something to be feared instead of a supermodel that stepped right off a catalog.

Yeah, this. This was none of his business. Time to go.

"Well," Harry broke loudly, stepping from behind Jacob. "This has been fun but I'm leaving." Everyone turned to look at him. Bella gaped at him, incredulously. Harry threw up the peace sign before fleeing to his car.

When he was inside, and the engine was rumbling beneath him Jacob knocked on the window. Harry had the sudden urge to pray but then he remembered that he didn't believe in anything and well if he was surely damned, it'd be no help at all.

He reluctantly rolled it down. "Yes?"

Jacob leaned towards the window his faced earnest and the coldness of his expression fading quickly. He smiled shyly at Harry. "Just think about it alright?"

Oh, that. Harry almost already forgot.

"I will," Harry said, and he was handed a ripped piece of paper with several digits on it.

Jacob gripped the edge of his window and grinned as he whispered, "Don't be a stranger." He released it and took a step back. Harry resisted the urge to crush up the paper in front of Jacob's face.

He rolled his window back up and shook his head, hopefully, shielded by his tinted windows.

'Lunatics' Harry thought as he tossed the paper into the little compartment by his gear shift. 'The whole lot of them.'

Yeah, he totally earned a three-day weekend. So, he decided at that moment that school wasn't going to see him tomorrow.

….

The remnants of what happened today had Harry reeling. He felt as if he was being dragged into something that he didn't need to be dragged into. Again!

Harry was trying to come up with viable conclusions, but he noticed that it wasn't worth his time. None of this was worth his time. So instead he decided to perfect the two lessons Andrew missed so he could teach it to him tomorrow if he had to.

He'd start the soup tomorrow at noon and then he'd be on his merry way to the Mitchell household.

…

Andrew looked paler than usual but also sounded way better than he did on the phone. With the fever and aches gone it was almost as if he was back to normal.

Almost.

"How come today's notes aren't in here," Andrew asked as he flipped through the very neat trigonometry notes Harry had copied for him. Harry was proud okay. His penmanship wasn't always this impeccable.

Harry fiddled with Andrew's Star Wars sheets. "Oh, I didn't go to school today."

Andrew frowned and shook his head just as Harry expected. "Harrison you can't just not go to school."

"Yes, the fuck I can." Harry almost said but instead, he was reasonable and responded, "I know."

Andrew must've sensed something was wrong because next, he asked, "did something happen?"

Oh Yeah, totally. Edward and Jasper both harassed him nearly to death.

"Well, Jacob Black came by the school looking for me personally."

"What?!" Andrew exclaimed. "Harrison," he cried venomously shoving him so hard he nearly went flying off the edge of the bed.

"Hey!" Harry yelled, gathering himself. "Why'd you do that?"

Andrew huffed completely composed. "You should've told me sooner." He flung the notebook to the edge of the bed.

Harry rubbed at his arm. "It just happened yesterday."

"Well nevermind that." Andrew batted a hand widely. "What did he want?"

"He may have invited me to a bonfire tomorrow," Harry mumbled, and Andrew flailed his arms and pushed Harry again but his time his next destination was the floor and he landed hard. "Ow! What the hell!"

"You said yes right?" Andrew's eyes were wild when he lent over the side of the bed to stare at Harry's prone form.

Harry pushed up onto his elbows. "I said I'd think about it."

"You're gonna go," Andrew said in the tone of finality. "No objections."

Harry smiled wickedly. "Well, I'm not gonna go unless you go."

"I'm still a bit sick," Andrew whined. "My mom would never let me go."

Harry shrugged and made his way back on the bed. "Well, I guess we aren't going then."

"We have to." Andrew attested, like the very essence of the bonfire would solve all of his problems.

"No, we don't." Harry chided. "It's not life or death."

Andrew threw his head back against his pillows and flung an arm over his eyes. "It might as well be." Harry wondered if he was this dramatic when he was a teenager. If so then he really deserved an Oscar. "If you could just talk to my mom maybe she'll let me go."

Harry climbed to his feet. "It really isn't that serious, mate." Harry flopped back on the pillow next to him, his battered tail bone screaming in relief.

"I just thought I could get a chance to redeem myself from last time," Andrew mumbled sadly. Yeah, well Andrew did rather muck things up last time but that was probably long forgotten.

Harry poked him in his side. "There's nothing to redeem. You're fine."

"If you talk to her, maybe you could convince her to-," There was a curt knock on the door and Mrs. Mitchell poked her head in.

"Hi!" she whisper/giggled with the over-animation generally reserved for children's television programming, "I hope you boys don't mind me checking in! –, Andy, you thanked Harrison for the soup, right?"

Andrew gawped at his mother before turning his puppy dog eyes on Harry.

Before he could gather himself enough to speak, however, Harry piped up with. "Yes, he did Mrs. Mitchell. I was actually wondering if he could hang out with me tomorrow night."

She looked skeptical. "At your house?"

"No, ma'am." Harry smiled sweetly. "I promised him I'd introduce him to some of my friends tomorrow night." This was all lies of course. Harry didn't have anyone but Andrew.

It was almost as if Harry had read the textbook to Suzanne's very soul and recited the spell to unlock her heart. She stepped into the room slightly and began to fiddle giddily with the uppermost opal button of her shirt.

"Like a party– Are you taking Andrew to a party?" she asked, her bright hazel eyes blinking reflexively.

"Just a small get together," Harry said, sensing he was on the right path and milking it for all he was worth. "Just with a couple of the kids from school." The reservation school Harry assumed. Lying nowadays just came so easy to him or at least to this unsuspecting woman who hung on his every word.

"I don't know," She twiddled her thumbs. "Andy is still quite sick."

Andrew let out a loud bi-tonal groan. "Ma, I feel fine." Andrew's neck looked strained as if he was holding in a bunch of coughs. "Honest."

Mrs. Mitchell was having none of it. "Fine has many definitions none of which I see suitable,' she replied heatedly. "Anything could happen."

"Ma, I thought you and dad wanted me to go out and have fun?"

"I do, but this is a risk -

"Risk?" Andrew repeated in outrage, face screwed up. "It was the flu. I'm alright now."

"Hey, Mrs. Mitchell–" Harry to the rescue again.

"Suzanne, please," Suzanne, on the offensive again.

''Suzanne." Harry smiled.

"We'll be back before 11," Harry promised, even thinking that they wouldn't even be there for that long anyway. He was going to have to put that number Jacob gave him to good use. "I'll make sure to keep an eye out for him."

Harry gave her the sweetest smile and saw Suzanne weakening.

"And will there be girls at this party?" She said this with a little wink to her son as if she was doing him a big favor. Harry frowned deeply looking towards Andrew who looked as if he wanted to die.

Huh?

For a moment, it looked like Harry had lost control of things. He blinked at her owlishly and said, "Yeah, I guess." So, this is what Andrew meant when he said his parents didn't take the fact that he was gay well. She just seemed to flat out ignore it.

Suzanne looked more than satisfied.

"Nice girls, Andy," Suzanne said solicitously, "Maybe you can finally get yourself a girlfriend! Wouldn't that be nice?"

Harry risked locking eyes with the other boy, and in response, Andrew gave him a sad little shrug. "Well, it's settled then. I'll have him back by 11."

An awkward silence followed.

"Well ok," she said dearly finding no reason more to linger, "I'll go finish up on dinner," Then, with one last twinkly-eyed smile to Harry, she slipped out the door.

"Your mother is really something," Harry commented, suddenly feeling really upset for Andrew in this situation.

"If by something, you mean a piece of work," Andrew muttered bitterly. "Then yeah, she is."

They weren't gonna talk about what just happened and that was fine. It was all up to Andrew anyway.

"Well, at least I got her to say yes."

"That you did," Andrew said sounding impressed. He sighed with a hand on his chest. "I just wish I could get rid of my cough."

"I'll bring you some tea tomorrow."

"Is it some magical tea that could cure my cough within seconds?"

Harry smirked, thinking about putting a few harmless drops of pepper up potion inside the tea. "Well, I don't know about it curing it instantly but I know you'll sure feel better." A few drops surely wouldn't cause smoke to shoot out of his ears. Right?

Andrew fell back into his pillows, pulling Harry with him. "Tomorrow better not suck."

"I sure hope it doesn't."

Because this week wasn't holding anything back.

I don't know if there are any Hannibal fans out there, but if you spot the lines that I decided to put in from episode 1 season 1, I'll marry you right here, right now.

If you think this chapter wasn't complete shit then, by all means, review. No pressure.