~~O-O~~

"Gay, could I be gay? Or Bi? Don't you have to just pick one side?" Harry asked himself as he cast a scourgify charm on the bedroom of Orion and Walburga Black. With the master bedroom dust and dirt free, Harry could remove the handkerchief over his mouth and nose. He stepped in and pulled down the dingy curtains, casting an incendio to dispose of them. He shoved hard to open the window and took in a deep breath of fresh air.

"Would Sirius have cared if I wasn't straight?" He spoke out loud and jerked in surprise when Kreacher answered him.

"Master Sirius broke Mistress' heart."

"He was gay?"

"Mistress say being gay didn't matter; adding to the pure bloodline more important. Need pureblood wizards and witches to carry on the Black name," Kreacher cast a charm and the pallor on the walls and floor diminished even more, "Master Sirius stayed with the Potters during school breaks to avoid her matchmaking."

Harry stared at the ancient elf in disbelief. Kreacher continued casting charms at the room and furniture, ignorant of his Master's internal struggle.

This gave Harry more to think about; if the wizarding world didn't really care about this, why should he? Were there bisexual wizards?

The thought of discussing this with Hermione again had him running for the firewhiskey but before he could take the first sip, she appeared in his living room.

"I really need to secure the floo." He muttered under his breath as he hugged her.

Smacking him on the arm, Hermione said, "I heard that."

They drank tea instead of Firewhiskey, Hermione telling him all about her new college and how well behaved Ron was around her parents.

Harry showed her around the house, pointing out the renovations he planned on making. Somehow Hermione managed to get his to talk about his feelings. After a barrage of confused ramblings, she suggested that he stop worrying about what others think, Muggles or Wizards.

"Get to know people in a social setting. Date someone. That spark of interest, that moment when you realize you want to know a person better or plain old lusting after someone. Follow those moments and don't worry about their gender."

When he scoffed at her, citing that it was more complicated than that, she shrugged her shoulders, "yet, all my research shows that sexuality is fluid." Standing up, she said, "come with me."

They ended up in the study, and she pointed out a shelf near the top of the bookcases, "This entire section is about sexuality."

Over the next week, Harry explored the Black family library books, learning more than he ever wanted; especially about the mating practices of centaurs.

~~O-O~~

Ready to take on the world, or 'Operation: Find Out if I'm Gay or Bisexual,' Harry was ready to explore. Where better to meet other young adults than the club scene, he thought. With Gussy or Andi watching Teddy, he didn't even worry about staying out all night.

He dragged Ron and George to join him. The brothers went under duress as Ron hated to dance and George wasn't feeling social. Harry had a feeling that Hermione had undue influence over both of them as they were at 12 Grimmauld Place on time and dressed for a night out.

After applying several cosmetic charms to hide his identity in the Wizarding world, Harry and his friends hit the clubs. Week after week, Harry exchanged a few kisses with women he danced with but his attention tended to be on the men in the club. Dancing with men was more enticing, but Harry didn't exchange kisses with them. The gay community in the Wizarding World was small, so small that Harry felt uncomfortable hiding his identity while snogging.

Tired of changing his appearance, he asked Ron and George to go with him to Muggle London to dance in the gay clubs.

Ron adamantly refused, "Harry, I love you like a brother but you can't keep making me go to dance clubs. I hate dancing. I really hate dancing." Placing his arm over his best friend's shoulders, he added, "Plus, I hear they judge your dancing way harsher in the muggle world."

George didn't mind at all, surprised that drinking and dancing took his mind off losing Fred. He joined Harry at the muggle clubs. He danced with everyone and politely rebuffed advances, watching Harry out of the corner of his eye as the younger man navigated this new world.

Despite dancing and kissing several men at the muggle clubs, Harry remained unsure of himself. He had hoped that a kiss would answer all of his questions once and for all.

~~O-O~~

"I need a vacation," Harry told Teddy as the little boy splashed in the bathtub.

"Duck."

"Yes, a vacation and your rubber ducky can come along."

"Duck."

"Ted, my man, you are quite the conversationalist," Harry said with an eye roll. He had hoped Teddy would be saying 'Dada' on regular intervals but he once added the word 'Duck' to his vocabulary, he refused to say anything else.

With NEWTs behind him and Grimmauld Place renovations coming along nicely, Harry wanted to start the next projects on his to-do list; the destroyed house in Godric's Hollow or the cottage in the Mediterranean. Given the cool drizzling spring and the sorrow associated with his parents' home, Harry decided on a holiday in the sun.

"I better learn sunscreen charms for your fair skin, Teddy," Harry rinsed the shampoo out of Teddy's hair, "can you say sunscreen?"

"Duck."

~~O-O~~