A/N: Okay so I haven't been posting chapters here lately because I'm not getting email alerts and it's annoying. AM I THE ONLY ONE!? It doesn't seem like anyone else is having this problem but it's been going on since like mid july for me. Is there anything I should be doing?

Anyway, I think you'll like this chapter (at least, I hope you will) and a bonus to me backing up a few chapters is that you'll get quite a few pretty quickly. Yay?

Thanks for reviewing, you make my otherwise dull days.

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Last Chapter...

Alone in the kitchen, Remus shook his head despairingly, but in amusement. Sirius would be the death of him.

As he moved to the stove to check on the bacon, he caught sight of a piece of paper, lying on the counter. It was Harry's letter. Unable to contain himself, he picked it up.

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Even as he unfolded it, he knew it was wrong of him to be reading a private letter between Harry and Sirius, but he really couldn't help himself.

Remus rolled his eyes but couldn't hold back a smile as he read about Harry sneaking around at night. Just like his godfather and father. Always in and out of trouble. He read about himself, and how he was angry with Sirius and narrowed his eyes.

Harry hadn't been supposed to repeat that. He would get the little brat.

He was planning his revenge on his godson even as he read the next sentence.

'You'd better go see him, I swear to Merlin, Sirius, don't be an arse, that's not the way to win anybody over.'

He frowned. What?

Remus reread the paragraph to make sure it was, in fact, him who was being discussed. It was. But it almost sounded like...

He shook his head clear. He must be reading too far into it. It was just his desperate and unfounded hope that made him see something that wasn't there. Right?

He finished up the letter and again caught on 'as long as you make nice with Rem'. It really did sound like...

He dropped the letter on the counter where he'd found it.

Sirius couldn't like him. He was Sirius. He went after tall men, usually raven haired, body building types. Certainly not the oh-so-average Remus, with his mousy brown hair and scrawny build. Not to even touch on his lycanthropy. No. There was no way that was right. He was obviously reading too much into it.

But then, why had Sirius not wanted him to read the letter? Other than that mention, it really was quite a normal letter.

At a loss of what else to do, Remus went back to the stove and continued to cook until, fifteen minutes later, "I'm back."

He froze. "I'd gathered," he said, trying to maintain an air of indifference.

"What's for brekie?" Sirius asked, using his nickname for breakfast.

Remus looked down at the pan. In it were black, foul-smelling lumps that he assumed had been eggs at some point.

"Right, er..." he stammered, mind whirling for a good explanation as to why breakfast was ruined. He couldn't very well say, 'Well Sirius, it just so happens that I read that letter you left here from Harry and am now contemplating whether or not you return my deep and unconditional love for you.' No, that would not do.

Sirius' lips quirked as he observed the pan. "Distracted, much?" He leaned against the counter.

Remus peeped at him, out the corner of his eye. He looked very much the same as he had upon adopting Harry. Hair still black and in the ever famous Black-cut the fell in front of his eyes, adding an air of mystery to his character and his build was much the same, though a touch more filled out. Remus didn't mind, in fact, he appreciated the hell out of it.

The way he held himself was probably the most attractive thing about him, though it did have tough competition. He was confident and it was obvious. He knew he was hot, and he used it. But he was sweet.

Sirius was known for being chivalrous, is all ways but one – he loved sex. Everyone knew it as it had circulated in the newspapers for awhile, listing his previous lovers and first hand accounts of their encounters. Harry knew about it but only to a certain extend, for which Remus was eternally grateful. As promiscuous as Sirius was, Remus didn't want his godson to be judging him on it. Harry didn't seem to care as it was so they tended to leave the topic untouched.

"Remus!"

He snapped out of his daze to find Sirius looking at him in exasperation.

"What?!" he cried. The force behind his friend's yell seemed a bit excessive.

"Merlin's balls Remus, I've been calling you. Did you read this?" He had a scared look in his eyes and he held up the parchment with Harry's letter.

He decided to play dumb. "What is it?"

Remus saw him sag in relief and had to hold himself back from raising an eyebrow questioningly. Sirius really didn't want him to have read that and he would find out why.

If anybody would know, it would be Harry.

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"Harry, for Merlin's sake, get your scrawny ass out of bed. It's time for breakfast."

The boy in question simply groaned and rolled over.

Ron tried shaking his friend awake. When all else failed, a cold bucket of water usually did the trick but he didn't like resorting to that.

One particularly violent shake had Harry sitting up and rubbing his eyes groggily.

"What time 'zit?" he groaned.

"Eight o'clock. We're going to be late for breakfast if you don't get up now. And I would suggest skipping a shower but... well, you should probably shower," Ron laughed.

"Fuck off Ron, I don't smell that bad," Harry whined. He didn't want to wait for lunch to eat. A long night of pranking Filch had left him starving.

"It's not your smell, mate," he said looking pointedly down the length of Harry's body. Harry didn't need to follow his gaze to know what he was talking about. He did, after all, remember the basics of his dream. It didn't stop him from being embarrassed though.

"Oi! Ron you arse, turn around. Does nobody care about privacy anymore? Get out, I'll meet you at breakfast."

Ron snorted in amusement. "Don't worry, just yesterday I saw Seamus-"

"Get out!" Harry interrupted, not wanting to know what Ron had seen Seamus doing, though he already had a fairly good idea.

Ron just laughed harder as he left.

Finally left alone, Harry slipped his hand under his pyjamas, intent on making short work of his erection. He did still want breakfast, after all.

Images of bare skin running through his mind, he grasped the base of his hard penis and tugged, trying to bring back his dream. He remembered sliding against a body, slightly smaller than himself. Entangling his hands in the silky hair, while he rubbed against the other.

Harry was jerking himself in earnest now, his dream having gotten him quite far already. His other hand went down to pull his pyjamas down, giving better access to his cock. He twirled his thumb around the head, spreading his precum around in place of lube. His foreskin was snapping back and forth as he maintained the quick speed and he dropped his head back against the pillows.

It had been a few days since he'd had a good wank and to a teenager, that was a lifetime.

He envisioned a head over his groin, taking his cock into their mouth over and over again. Imagined feeling the wet heat and suction of a mouth, his cock hitting the back of their throat and being squeezed as their gag reflex kicked in.

The head looked up and Harry imagined familiar eyes looking up at him. He lost himself.

Pleasure spiked through him and he got a head rush. His toes curled, as they sometimes did, as he felt his own hot cum splash over his stomach. He pulled his cock a few more times, riding the waves of his orgasm, before he stopped and sank back into the bed.

He was almost drifting off when something jerked him awake, and luckily too because he had classes.

"Harry? Harry, you there?" It was Draco, speaking through the mirror.

Not minding his nakedness as Draco could only see his face, Harry reached under his pillow and brought the mirror in front of him.

"Hey Draco, what's going on?"

Draco looked back at him curiously.

"I didn't just wake you up, did I? I've already been down to breakfast and I didn't see you there. Thought I'd see if you were still in your room."

"In my defence, we were up late and then I couldn't fall asleep for awhile with Ron snoring."

"I've told you; throw a silencing charm around your bed and you won't be able to hear a thing."

"Then he wakes me up with ice cold water. I'd prefer the snoring, thank you very much," snorted Harry.

"Right, anyway, why weren't you down for breakfast? If you didn't just wake up, what were you doing?"

Harry hesitated. "I was just lying here." He saw Draco's lips curl knowingly and felt very uneasy about the whole thing.

"You mean the kind of lying there that flushes your cheeks and makes you breathe hard?" He smirked. "Yes, that's the sort of 'lying there' that I appreciate too."

Harry's jaw dropped.

"What the bloody hell happened to privacy? Ron was just joking about that too. So what if I wank? Everybody wanks! It's like eating or something, it's just expected."

Draco burst out laughing and tried to get himself under control before speaking again.

"It's like eating?!" was all he got out before dissolving into another fit of laughter. "Merlin Harry, it's a little better than eating, isn't it? Well, unless you're Ron. I've always thought he enjoyed food a little too much."

He shook his head.

"Like eating... honestly..."

Harry glared. "Anyway," he said pointedly, I probably don't have time for breakfast now, do I?"

Draco's face smiled, "Not likely, no. You should really cut down on your time. I've actually got to go, I have Herbology now. See you in Potions, yes?"

"Right. See you," said Harry.

Mirror away, he stood up to get dressed. He pulled his pants up but looked down when they reached his crotch. He had another hard on. He stared at it.

Why the hell was he hard? He had literally just wanked off, and he had only talked to Draco since then. It wasn't as though he had been talking to Parvati, Lavender, or any of the other highly sought after girls. He had Divination now, and he was probably already going to be late. With this knowledge, he sat back down on his bed for another wank.

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At supper that night, Harry was sitting, as usual, with Ron and Hermione. Ron was discussing, or rather ranting about, his extreme dislike for a certain Potions Master while Harry and Hermione shot looks over his head. There was no stopping him when he got like this and they both knew it. Actually, everybody in Gryffindor knew it.

"You know what I'd like to do? I'd like to take his slimy, greasy hair, wrap it around his balls-" here, her was interrupted by Hermione.

"Ronald! Don't talk about a teacher that way! I can't believe you..." She continued to lecture but Harry's attention had been drawn away by Hedwig's approach. He figured it must be a letter back from Sirius.

He turned out to be wrong, but not disappointed. It was from Remus.

Hermione and Ron turned to him, ending their argument, when he snickered.

"What's up, Harry?" asked Ron.

"Remus knows something is up with Sirius. Here, listen to this."

"Harry," he read, "Well it so happens that I read the past letter you sent to dear old Sirius. Let me be the first to thank you for telling him I was angry. Lovely boy, you are. We'll have a talk when you come home for Christmas (yes, you are coming home). Secondly, something struck me as odd in your letter. It sounded as though Sirius, for some reason, cared a great deal about what I thought of him. In addition, he was very reluctant to let me read the letter at all (it would, in fact, be wonderful if you could avoid telling him I read it... big help) which made me understandably suspicious. What's going on, Harry? You ought to know, you sent the letter. Anyway, lots of love always, signed Remus."

By the end, Ron was chuckling and Hermione had a peculiar expression on her face.

"What are you thinking?" Harry asked her.

"What I'm thinking should probably be said in the privacy of your room. Shall we make a trip?"

They quickly made their way to the Gryffindor Common Room, Hermione wearing a thoughtful expression the entire way, while Ron bounced on his feet, probably more eager to share his idea than listen to what Hermione had to say.

They got in and shut the door behind them. Hermione and Harry sat on Ron's bed while the redhead took a seat on the floor.

"Well, what are you thinking?" Harry pushed.

"Maybe Remus likes Sirius back? I mean," Hermione said, sounding her perfectly logical self, "we've always known, at least on some level, that Sirius was in love with him, right? All we needed was a confession and we got that in fourth year. Remus hasn't ever, to our knowledge, had a boyfriend, or even girlfriend. They've known each other for decades, they're both gay, they're best friends... it fits, don't you think?"

Throughout Hermione's speech, Harry had been turning the idea over in his mind. It certainly did seem to fit. Some of the conversations he'd had with Remus had hinted at something along those lines but he'd never wanted to ask and put him on the spot.

It was about time that he did. A smile curved his lips and, looking at his friends, he saw similar expressions.

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