Chapter 11 – OWLS Come in!

Hermione

My anticipation is growing. Mum and Dad will be here today. I really can't wait, but Harry keeps me busy and we stay in bed as long as we can. We're getting better at this lovemaking thing every day. I don't think I'll ever be able to live without that anymore. It so completes me, it's like there's that last piece that finishes the puzzle when I feel Harry's penis inside of me. He fits there. After the first few times we have completely lost the awkwardness. We're even laughing about our clumsiness and look forward every day to explore more. So far the contraceptive spells work perfectly. It's become routine to use them and it's a small bit compared to the amount of good feelings we get in return with no fear of unwanted consequences.

Harry's tickling me.

"Hey, you're all lost in thoughts, love!"

"I am. Thoughts about you, about our future together… now looking forward to see Mum and Dad… I love you, Harry!"

He rakes his hands through my hair. I gaze down into his eyes, so green, so bright green and like one of those springs that are bottomless. I could drown in his eyes. In the middle of the next round of snogging I hear voices from the outside through the open window.

"Hermione! Harry! They're here, come down!"

We jump up, get dressed quickly and rush down. They're here, both of them look well, though worried about me and the moment they see Harry and I come out of the house hand in hand they seem to know. I re-introduce Harry and they hug him, both of them, after they've hugged me. Gosh, I'm so happy to see them I could dance. We'll have ten days! For some of them the Weasleys will also be here, but that will only be more fun.

The next thing after we say hello is that they notice the ring on Harry's, then the one on my finger. Mum grins, looks from Harry to me, then says:

"Tell me, love, is there something I should know?"

"Yes, Mum, there is… we're engaged."

"Dear me! Hermione, I know you are a sincere person, but isn't that a bit early?"

"Maybe, but we don't need to get married tomorrow… we know we're young. But Harry will be of age in a year and I not long after, so we don't think it's too early."

Dad turns to Harry:

"Are you sure you want this little rose? She's got more than her share of thorns, Harry!"

"Love her thorns, Mr. Granger, and the beauty of the flower as well as its scent far outweigh the thorns. Which make her interesting in my humble point of view," Harry says, completely serious.

We all stare at him. Usually he's not so good at strong returns, but this time… oh I love him so much! Dad seems content though:

"Just the kind of answer I can expect from a future son. You are a fine boy, Harry, I hope the two of you will be very happy together."

"We already are, Dad," I admit.

Mum grins again.

"So you've discovered the joys of young love?" she asks, "Well, I'm happy to hear that, you were so immersed in your books I was afraid you'd never get out of the libraries."

"I still love my books, Mum. Harry doesn't mind…"

It's so good to banter with my parents again. Mum and Dad are great people and they are fun to be with. Now we get the opportunity to present Lily and James to them. They must like each other quite from the start, because even after a few words exchanged they already find a reason to laugh together. Mum asks Lily about her baby.

"Looks like you're very close to the birth, aren't you?"

"In fact, even closer than close. It's been twitching a bit here and there already and my owl will be sent to our midwife in a few moments. I don't know if you already heard something about Poppy Pomfrey, she's the healer at Hogwarts," Lily explains totally calmly.

Everyone around her stares at her, astounded. That baby decided to arrive just now? How nice! Mum is the only one in the whole group who remains as calm as the mum to be. As I've told her all about James and Lily Potter and their return from the dead she remains her calm and collected, pragmatic self. She also immediately offers her help:

"Can't say that I have a lot of experience in assisting at a birth, but whatever help I can offer, I'll gladly offer, Mrs Potter!"

"Thanks! At least until Poppy arrives that would be very welcome. And if you don't mind – my first name is Lily."

"Mine's Helen, Lily, I do agree that this is nicer!"

The whole afternoon we first show them the part of the house they haven't seen yet, then we introduce them to the neighbours, then, after Madam Pomfrey has arrived, I take them for a walk to talk with them about Harry's birthday, when they will still be here, together with the Weasleys.

"We probably won't really surprise him, but I want him to have a really great party."

"Quite understandable, love, he didn't have it very easy until recently, now did he?" Dad says.

"No, he didn't and in a way he still doesn't. There's still Voldemort out there!"

"Ah yes, I almost forgot about that one."

"So, do you have a gift for him yet?" Mum asks.

"No, that's why I'm so out of my mind. I don't know what to give him… he's got quite a lot of Quidditch related stuff already, but there must be something else out there other than Quidditch!"

Both my parents laugh. It's like Muggle boys and football I think, they just can't stop thinking and talking about it. What's a girl to do?

"Have you thought of giving him a journal?" Mum says.

"Don't you think he'll think it's rather girly?"

"It's worth a thought."

"Not that it wouldn't be good for him to have a diary. I just don't know how he would react to that…"

"Then something nice to wear. Like a really nice pair of silk pyjamas?" Dad suggests.

"Dad! Not now that I've barely managed to get him to sleep in the nude! I might do that for Christmas, though."

He laughs tears. I knew he would. But then he gets serious and says:

"Well, there are other things in fabric. Some silk bed sheets for example…"

"That's a nice idea. Would be fun for both of us. I think I might use it to hide the diary."

"Hermione, have you been sleeping with Harry?" Mum asks, all of a sudden.

"Yes, Mum, I have, for a while now."

"And what are you doing in terms of birth control?"

"Oh, don't worry about that, there's a very handy spell… and we've been using it, believe me. None of us would want to have a baby already. We both have another two years of school and we won't waste them."

"Phew… good. Better magic than hormones, eh?"

"I don't know how it really works, but it does. At least I'm not pregnant yet. I want children, Mum, and I want them fairly soon, but I also want to do some useful work. So I'll have to find a way to combine the two. WE will have to find a way to combine the two, I don't want Harry somewhere on the outside while I'm raising our children."

James

That's so typical for Lily, to spring this on us without so much as a warning! Poppy arrives just two hours later, looking most content to have something as pleasurable as a birth to assist.

"Hello, everyone! It's nice to see you all. So where's Lily?"

"Over here. It's so beautiful; she didn't want to go inside yet. Water's not yet broken, so I thought it's okay," I reply.

"Perfectly fine. So let me have a look at you, young lady."

The examination turns out that Lily is still perfectly fine and that the baby is just as fine. Poppy thinks it's going to take at least another two to three hours before she needs to go inside. I'm getting more excited by the minute! Lily moans a lot, but more to help her with the breathing as she explains between the contractions. She is still amazingly calm. Claims, that after Harry she now knows all about it and doesn't want to get scared. I'm not quite as calm, but I do try to hide it as well as I can. Remus and Sirius are around, too, and they run our errands and help where they can.

When finally Poppy tells us to move inside we lead Lily up the stairs. Just when we reach the last step she says:

"Oops! Water broke, I believe…"

"Very good, Lily, that's just fine. Let's get you into your bedroom now…"

From then on it's stress, but luckily the stress is through very soon! I can hardly believe my luck when just an hour later I'm holding our newly born daughter Elizabeth on my arms. All the people who are important to us are around, Remus, Sirius, Harry, Hermione… it's such a wonderful experience to welcome this my second child into the large family we've become. I look up at Lily. She's tired, but looks perfectly happy.

"We have a daughter, love! I'm so happy about her. Now we won't mind whatever will follow, will we?"

"No James, it won't matter at all. I'm happy about Lizzie!"

In a way this is even more intensive than when we had Harry. This time we've had a lot less stress, everything went smoothly and as relaxed as a birth can go and Lizzie is just simply perfect! I pass her on to Harry and when he's met her he gives her to Remus, who takes her on his arm and just stares at her with so much love in his eyes it amazes me! But then, this is Remus whose last thing in his life will be giving love. I know he'll just love his godchild to death and he'll be the best godfather a child can ask for.

In the course of the evening everyone in the house gets to see Harry's little sister. He's de facto sixteen years older than Lizzie, but for us their age difference would be only three years. It's still difficult to wrap our minds around the gap in time. But what the heck… I plan to have a good time with my baby. This pregnancy was as stress free as it could have been and we have a lot of time to look after Lizzie.

Remus

What a wonderful thing has happened today. I do believe that this was one of the nicest moments in my life when Harry gave me my new godchild on my arm. She's so beautiful! Sirius is totally taken with her, too. I daresay, she's successfully charmed everyone in the house already.

Lily and Helen Granger have made friends almost on the spot. They both have a very dry humour and of course Helen being a Muggle and Lily being a Muggle-born witch give them a load of good laughs about many things wizards like James and Sirius won't ever understand. I'm glad for Harry and Hermione that their parents have made friends rather easily. Of course the Grangers have done their homework along with Hermione and have learned a lot about the wizarding culture through their daughter's reports. We spend a wonderful evening inside while there's a big thunderstorm outside. But we have a merry fire crackling in the big fireplace and the classroom has been changed to the living room, which is really neat.

Harry

Wow! Mum wanted us to be there and watch. I was a bit shocked at first, but I'm so glad I was there to see that! Lizzie is such a cute little button. I'm certainly not the only one who's very taken with my baby sister. Dad's completely in love with her! He jumps at every single peep she makes. Mum keeps telling him off for it, because she doesn't want him to spoil her.

It was funny, because mum and dad had only asked Remus to be Lizzie's godfather, but they didn't have a godmother, but when mum and Mrs Granger got so close so quickly, mum asked her. Lizzie is better off than I! But I don't begrudge it to her, it's lovely that everyone in the family is included. My parents are so happy! It's so good to see them so content.

Of course seeing the baby come out wasn't too attractive at first. I almost fainted seeing all that blood and water and everything come out of my mum! And the baby looked like a big lump of meat, a bit bluish, until about half an hour after she was born, when she started to get all rosy and cute. Still quite a bit squashed, but that went away after a while, too. Now after a day she's really sweet. Can't really say anything about her eyes, they're a murky grey something and she hardly has any hair, but what's there is quite dark. The nose is a tiny round button. Mum claims she looks mostly like I did when I was born and dad was indignant and insisted I had a lot more of the black hair and clearer eyes. It's fun to hear them fight about these things. In the end they agree that it doesn't matter anyway, because Lizzie is her own person. I would agree with that.

Hermione

How privileged I feel to have been allowed in at Lizzie's birth. She's so cute! Lily looks a bit tired, but so happy. The love for her husband and her family clearly shines out of her eyes. She and my mum have quickly become friends.

The next day my mum takes me along to Bern, where we look for some luxurious bed fabrics and a nice diary. Mum's admiring the beautiful setting of this old town. Like most of us she really likes the geraniums and petunias that adorn most of the windows and give the town a cosy feel. The flowers aren't only decorating the windows; there are lots of huge pots outside on the squares and all of the many medieval fountains. Wherever there's not too much traffic passing (or where it's supposed to run slowly) we find more of those pots, all of them planted with the bright red flowers. We have the gift for Harry wrapped directly at the shop and while we're heading home I ask mum:

"So, do you like your future son-in-law, Mum? I know he's still a bit clumsy sometimes, but then his social skills haven't exactly been well trained."

"Harry is a sweetheart, Hermione and a keeper, believe me. You help him grow up. You'll give him the confidence he needs to get better in the department of social skills; I'm not worried about that. I don't think you made the wrong choice, even with a Voldemort on his back…"

"I'm glad you think so, Mum. I really love him, you know. For a while in fourth year I thought it was Ron, but then… last year just made it clear."

"Just remember that if you really want to keep him, the two of you will have to work hard on it. Especially that Voldemort person won't just leave by himself."

"No, he won't, but that is a bridge we'll pass when we get there. In the meantime we can't just sit and fret and be scared or Voldemort wins before we start to fight. And Harry won't be seeing him alone next time, I'll make sure of that and the Order will make sure of that. Not again! He's been alone through far too much already."

When we get back to the Sunnegg, mum agrees to hide the gift in her room until Harry's birthday. We've planned this day well. The Weasleys will arrive the day before Harry's birthday. Remus will be taking us to Ballenberg again the next day, so that Sirius and the rest of the gang will have free reign of the place to decorate and prepare the party in the evening. I'm really looking forward to the day.

But before that we're going to Melide. That's a tiny place in the Ticino, where we visit another funny kind of a museum. We're all delighted at the Mini-Suisse. It's not very large, but contains the main Swiss landmark buildings in a scale of 1:100. There's the famous Zytglogge tower, the clock tower in Bern. The houses of parliament of course, the main cathedral in Zürich, the city hall in Basle, the cathedral in Lausanne, the old castle in Thun. This one looks just like the fortress castles out of the fairy tale books, four round towers at the corners, walls in between and the main building in the middle.. At first I hardly believed that it was genuine, I thought it must have been built as a museum. The ruling family of the area, the Kyburg family, who have died out in the fifteenth century or so, owned it. It must offer a gorgeous view from the small hill above the Lake of Thun over the Lake and the surrounding mountains. Then there is one impressive viaduct over the Via Mala gorge, the cloister in St. Gallen and lots more. It takes us about three hours to walk through slowly. We all think it's very cute. Even though we made a fairly long drive to get there. But we're camping on a campground on one of the lakes in the area, get to swim for a while and have a barbecue dinner.

And the next day Remus takes us over a series of passes. It's really impressive. Finally the cars get loaded on a train to pass through one of the longest tunnels in Europe. And one of the oldest. It only takes about twenty minutes, but we're not allowed any light, so we really sit in the dark. More fun, Remus claims. Ernie keeps tickling Ginny. We make fun of the people who feel the need to leave their light on. Finally we reach home again in the late afternoon.

Sirius

We're still recovering from the long drive yesterday, but today we expect exhausting visitors. Arthur and Molly Weasley will be coming with their twin sons. Fred and George will surely add a lot of fun to the next week or ten days. Molly is her usual competent self and tries to take over the household, but we forbid her to touch even one thing. She's only allowed to bake Harry's birthday cake, but only if she really can't leave it alone, so she gets the kitchen for herself in the evening, because she will not be here tomorrow during the day. I'll be very glad for that, because I don't want her whizzing through my kitchen when I'm the cook for sure! Otherwise I'd go mad.

Molly also fawns over Lily and Lizzie of course, but that's a good place for her to be. She'll be ready to help Lily with so much experience as a mother. And Lily is ready to take in most of what Molly will tell her. She'll decide for herself which of the advice she'll find useful and with which she won't bother.

The day will be mine, and the kids who will stay back and not go to Ballenberg. Only Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Ernie and Neville want to go again, so they will be fine with the Mercedes. It seats twelve persons nicely. Remus wakes the participants of the trip early and we see them off at eight thirty in the morning. The Grangers, the Weasleys less Ron and the kids happily board the car and Remus gives me a last kiss.

"Have fun preparing, love!"

"We have some time before we start. Dobby and Winky are making Harry's favourite food and we decorate the outside and set up a dancing floor on the side of the garden and the music comes from the stereo inside… they'll have fun tonight, I'm sure."

"Yes, that should turn out nicely. I'll see to it that they're not too exhausted."

"Good. Have a very pleasant day, my love!"

"You too!"

Remus

Everyone's seated; I get in, put on my belt and start the car. Arthur sits next to me, because he has the longest legs, Molly, George and Helen Granger sit on the next row, leaving the remaining two to the teenagers. I get out of my parking space and turn the car, then leave the farm with a last wave to Siri who waits until we're out of sight.

On the way Arthur asks me:

"Is something wrong with Ron, Remus? He seemed so not his usual self yesterday…"

"I think he'll have something to tell you and Molly, and he's still gathering the courage to do it…"

"Oh, you mean, it's not yours to tell?"

"At least I see it that way. Not before he allows me to talk about it in any case."

"Is he in love with someone he thinks we wouldn't approve?" Molly asks.

"You're spot on, Molly."

"Any of the girls in your class?"

"No, none of them. I'd be glad if you ask him yourself, Molly. I really think it's not fair if I tell you anything about it. Okay?"

"Okay."

Ginny calls from behind: "It's not like he's really making a secret out of it, Remus!"

Molly turns around: "So you know?"

"We all do, Mrs Weasley," Hermione says, "and he'll tell you, but he's not here and I think it's not proper to discuss it. He's happy."

"Oh, good. Okay then."

"Dad, you'll love the place we're going to! I know we did and we immediately decided to take you there. Lots of Muggle stuff to see…" Ginny tries to change the subject.

I'm glad that Ron's love isn't a subject for a while. I don't think it would be making for a good start of the party, if Molly has worked up to her ever-ready temper and spoils the mood. I'm not so sure if she is going to accept it easily that Ron is gay. Not that she ever lets Sirius and I feel she doesn't approve of our relationship or isn't happy for us, but her own son is quite something else.

When we get out of the car and gather around the cashier's counter, Harry gets to stand next to Molly and she discovers his ring. She takes his hand and asks:

"Harry, what's that ring?"

"Look at Hermione's hand for the other one, Mrs Weasley! We're engaged," Harry tells her with a big smile.

"What! But you're both much too young, Harry!"

"We're engaged, we're not getting married right now, Mrs Weasley. But we will stay together."

"That's good to hear. Congratulations, you two! It's lovely, but it's hard to believe! You're still almost children."

"We'll have to grow up fast enough, Mrs Weasley. I think we're entitled to some happiness before we're possibly killed in this war. It's not going to make a difference if we're still under twenty years of age."

I'm getting the tickets for the group and ask if anyone would like a guide.

"They're also available in English if you'd like one," I tell Arthur and George.

"Oh, yes, in this case I'd like one, please," says George and steps up to pay for the tickets and guides.

"Here, let me do that, Remus!"

"Why, thank you!"

"You're doing all the driving, so we can compensate a bit at least, can't we?"

We're walking up the long bit until we get to the museum's area. Ginny had been right. Arthur is absolutely delighted. He can't get enough of all the gadgets to see and we translate all the information for him, which isn't available in English.

Neville gets an assortment of herbs at the apothecary. I buy a bit of herbal tea. We get to see a demonstration of basket weaving at one place. The kids are great, they behave perfectly well and even Fred and George aren't playing around. We keep hearing them mutter:

"How can they get along without magic?"

"They have developed a few rather remarkable things, George. Think of planes, cars, communication, computers, modern mass media, electrical appliances and so on… they're not dumb. Probably you guys could use a lot of their knowledge in chemistry for your joke stuff," I tell them.

"But how did they manage in the times these things here were used? They must have worked all day and half the night," George remarks.

"Pretty much, George," I say.

We're taking it slow. We don't get to see all, but I know that it's going to be a long night, and I know the kids want to have a really good party, so I see to it that they don't get too tired. At four in the afternoon we're back on the way home. Before we leave Lützelflüh, Hermione takes out a long scarf and uses it as a blindfold for Harry, so he won't see the decorations yet.

"You're coming to take your shower at our bathroom, love," she tells him.

He smiles. Of course he knows that we have planned the day out so he won't be in the way of preparing the party, but he looks forward to it and doesn't want to spoil or be spoiled. Hermione leads him inside, through the kitchen and directly up to her room.

We all disperse and I'm taking the time to greet my lover and then go and take a lengthy shower that revives me nicely. The full moon has only been a few nights ago, but I'm feeling well. When I'm finally dressed I take a quick stroll to the study to see if there's any mail. A pile of parchment envelopes is lying on Sirius' desk. He's followed me and tells me:

"Shortly after you left the OWL results came in. I'll ask the kids if they want them tonight or tomorrow after the party."

"That's probably wise! We don't want to spoil their fun. It almost happened already this morning."

"What happened?" he wants to know.

I tell him about Ginny's slip-up.

"Luckily Hermione was able to quite distract Molly."

"Well, I suppose the students have less to fear from these parchments than Molly's tempers," Sirius remarks.

Lily

It's my son's sixteenth birthday. He's sweet sixteen and I missed bloody fourteen years out of his short life. Fourteen very eventful years on top of everything. Every time I think of this I get so angry! I'm very glad that there is a little being now who holds me back from getting too mad so often. Lizzie is a lot less fussy than baby Harry. Must be the girl. We women are so much more down to earth! I keep teasing James with it, it's so much fun when he sputters something. Funny that Lizzie seemed to be an ally more than just a helpless baby from the first moment on. Is that too, because she's a girl? It feels like the two of us are just accomplices. We'll have to be or we'll be run over by all of the men in this family. Though I do think I found a sister rather than a daughter-in-law in Hermione.

At six we gather at the table outside. The front of the house has been decorated lovingly and beautifully with paper lanterns, colourful ribbons and later there will be fairy lights. The table is just as colourful and everyone who turns up gets decorated with streamers, confetti and a silly hat. Even Draco plays along. He tells me he's been responsible for the streamers on the terrace. We're all in a very good mood when we sit down and sing a hearty Happy Birthday for Harry. He sits in the middle of the table next to Hermione and beams.

"You guys are just great!" he says with a low voice.

"Let's bring up the food! Dobby, Winky, if you'd please bring it up!" Sirius calls. We sit opposite Harry and Hermione.

Then Sirius stands up again and announces:

"Can you just listen for a moment everyone? Unbeknownst to you I've taken the OWL result letters from the owls this morning. You can see them right now, after the dinner, after the party or you can leave them until tomorrow. It's up to you…"

I can see Hermione's eyes glitter. She wants to see hers badly. But the majority of the students think it would only spoil their fun, so the food in any case comes first. We get an excellent dinner and afterwards an excellent cake. Molly made one and Barb made one, so it would be enough for everyone.

Harry gets to blow out his candles, accomplishes it with a simple short blow. Then he opens his presents and thanks everyone. After that we leave the stage to the young people and Sirius and I take Molly, Arthur, George and Helen inside. We shut out the youthful noise and retreat to the classroom, where we have once again set up the living room.

We adults leave the garden to the teens and retire into the living room. That keeps our room free of the noise of the raucous teenagers because of the silencing charms. Sirius has also put such a charm on Barb and Housi's house, to guarantee that they can sleep.

"Now if we had something like that in the Muggle world it would keep a lot of peace between the generations, I suppose," Barb says, laughing.

Harry

It's a great party! I'm dancing with Hermione to the music Parvati has chosen until we both almost can't stand upright anymore. Siri has set up silencing charms around Barb and Housi's house, so they won't hear our noise. We play loads of music, more and more slows as the time gets later. Fred and George have brought several of their fireworks, which go off and give us loads to laugh – they're really good at the stuff.

"Angelina wanted to come, too, she was sorry she wasn't allowed to, Harry, but she sends her best regards" Fred tells me. "And Alicia, Katie and Lee also send their best regards. Man, they're going to make googly eyes when I tell them that you two have already been engaged since last Christmas."

"Shame, isn't it? I'd have liked to see them all."

"Really idiotic it is. They're doing fine, by the way and she sends her best wishes. Engaged with fifteen, really, Harry, you and Hermione are crazy!" says George.

I laugh.

"Maybe, but Hermione egged me on. Though I wouldn't have asked if I hadn't meant it of course. But I'll always be able to tease her with it. So far she doesn't seem to mind."

Once the music gets slower Ron and Justin are out dancing together. It's the first time they get to dance together and they're really a good-looking couple. Fred and George, who have so far known nothing about the relationship, stutter something like:

"Ro- Ron and Justin?"

"Yes, Ron and Justin. Don't tease them, please. They're quite serious about it…" Hermione hisses at Fred, who wants to break out laughing.

"I'd never have thought that our wee brother is gay!" George exclaims.

"And so? There's enough of you who can produce more Weasleys, George, leave Ron alone! They're quite seriously in love with each other," Hermione warns the twins who are about to break down laughing.

"I'd never have expected our baby brother to be gay!" George cries.

"Do Mum and Dad know? – Oh, wait a moment, that's what you all were talking about today, isn't it?" Fred adds.

"Yes. So please leave him alone, he'll tell them tomorrow."

"Oh, I do hope his OWLS are good enough for him to survive that…" Fred says.

"They're bound to be a lot better than yours!" Hermione tells them.

"Oh, easily. But our NEWTS weren't so bad, believe me! Mum was almost happy."

I pull Hermione away and we start dancing to the slow beat of the music we're playing. I can feel her head on my shoulder. I've grown quite a bit this past year, while she's remained almost the same height. She's holding me tightly and we just move slowly. We hold out until some time after midnight. When we finally decide to call it a night, we're among the last ones left. Ron and Justin come up the stairs with us. We tell them good night and move up to the room we now officially share.

Ron

It's my turn to come out tomorrow. I can't postpone it any longer. Justin knows how scared I am. It's not Dad, it's Mum. She'll certainly not be happy in the best case. She'll be furious in the worst case and then she'll be so angry that she'll say the meanest kinds of things to everyone she can blame. Justin in the first place, and then certainly Remus and Sirius. I wish I could leave it until the last day of their stay.

Justin holds me very close that night. We've enjoyed each other's company every night since we decided to go together. I've never before liked to go to sleep as much as since then. He's so cuddly and I love to pull him close and find him all over me when I wake up. Remus has given us a couple of books to look through. He told us to explore with care. We've read through the books together. One was a bit gross. Photos showing everything! Mum would be outraged if she knew, I'm sure. But luckily I've given Remus the books back. No evidence in my room.

Getting up in the morning is twice as hard if you have to tell your mother you're gay. I'm going to get it over with as fast as I can. I only hope my OWLS have not been disastrous. That would give her more ammunition. When we go down to breakfast, Mum and Dad are speaking with Sirius. Shit, they see us coming down together. Sirius gives us a nice greeting. Mum and Dad smile, too. Justin and I find our letters on our plates. We look at each other.

"Good morning, boys! Hard to believe that it's you who are the first ones to turn up here this morning," Remus remarks.

"Good morning, everyone. – You first or I first or on three?" Justin asks.

"You first, Justin!"

"Okay."

He opens the envelope, looks inside and his smile becomes a grin. I am scared shitless! But I open mine, pull out the letter, unfold it and stare. Emerald green on parchment: I have made ten OWLS from the eleven subjects I've tested. TEN!

"Mum, Dad! I've made ten OWLS!" I cry out and throw the letter over to them.

"Wow, that's great, Ron!"

Thank heavens; at least that part went well. Now I can check how many Justin has. He is happy; he has nine, which is more than he's expected. I kiss his hand and say:

"Well done!"

We get a break and eat our food, then we get up and I follow Mum and Dad outside. I'm taking Justin right along.

"Mum, Dad, there's something I need to tell you."

"What is it, Ron? – You've really done well on your OWLS, I'm very proud of you. Ten of them, that's only slightly less than Percy and Bill," Mum says and hugs me.

"I'm happy I've got so many, Mum, but it's something else. – I've fallen in love…"

"Yes, I heard about that, who is it? Is it a local girl? They've all told me yesterday it's none of your classmates."

"Oh, it's one of my classmates alright, Mum, just not a girl. I'm gay."

Mum's head turns to Justin immediately. Oh god, this is not going well.

"You're what? You can't be serious, Ron!" she says in an icy tone.

"I am serious, Mum. I've known for a while. By the end of fourth year I thought I had a crush on Hermione, but that wasn't true. After that I suspected that I wasn't interested in girls. And at some point I fell in love with Justin. Who returns my feelings. Please, Mum, please accept it, it's none of anyone's fault, it's who I am…"

"Very well, Ron, I will have to accept it. But I'm very unhappy to see you waste yourself…"

"Mum, you accept Remus and Sirius, it's not any different from them…"

"They're adults! They should never allow anything like this!" she cries.

"Mum, you talk like it was a disease! I can't just wave a wand and choose my sexual orientation, my inner workings did that for me. "

Dad steps up and hugs me.

"It's alright, Ron, don't worry. Your Mum will come to terms with it, it's just a bit of a shock for her. I'm glad you're happy. – So you're Justin?"

Justin comes a bit closer and nods.

"It's nice to meet you, Justin. I'm sure the two of you are very happy and that's the most important bit."

"Thank you, sir. I really love Ron very much. And rather with your blessing than against you both."

"You have it… now hurry off and do what you planned to do!"

Dad wants to talk Mum out of her sulk. Wonder if he manages, but I'm glad it's over and that I have Dad's support. I hug him again and say:

"Thank you, Dad."

And then I just want out of here and run up the hill where I flop down on the grass. Justin is there just a few minutes later. He sits next to me and pulls me into his arms. I manage to wrap mine around his shoulders and he says soothingly:

"It's alright, Ron, she'll come around, your Dad said so…"

"Yeah, but you don't know my Mum. If she's mad, she's mad for a while! Not nice. And even though I wanted to, I couldn't wait with telling them just before they leave again. I just hope she doesn't round on Sirius and Remus now!"

"I think, Remus can handle that."

"If she's really mad, she often says things that can hurt. And you know where Remus is easy to hurt! I hope, Dad can hold her back. She's got an awful temper."

Justin

He's completely down! I'm trying hard not to hate his mother now. After all, everyone tells me she's someone who's awfully nice. But it's not easy. Ron is really upset and hurt right now. I pull him down on the grass and kiss him tenderly. It takes a while before he starts to respond, but after a while I can feel those arms around me, pulling me closer.

We stay that way, just kissing, for what seems like an hour or longer. All of a sudden it gets darker and wind comes up.

"Thunderstorm, Ron! We have to get back in, come on!"

We jump up and run back down the hill, into the house and right up the stairs to Ron's bedroom, where we drop down on the bed, laughing. Within moments I have locked the door with a spell and Ron starts to take off my clothes.

"Justin? Make love to me, please…" he says.

My heart pounds! We've never yet gone all the way. Remus and Sirius have taught us about lubrication and I think I can manage that, but we haven't been together all that long… they also gave us the safe sex lecture, a bit that was well covered in the books, too. I caress Ron's sides tenderly, move my hand over the small of his back and kiss him again. It's like an adventure…

"Do you really want to?" I ask.

"Yes, I do. Don't you?"

"I do, too, but do you think that this is a good moment? I mean, you're angry with your mum and…"

"Oh, you think, I want to do it to spite my mum?"

"No, rather I think your Mum's lack of compassion fuelled your determination to do it now, when we wanted to just let it come gradually…"

"Oh… so you don't really want to do it yet?"

"I don't feel quite ready, Ron," I tell him honestly.

"Okay. I don't want to push you…"

I'm relieved. I've been afraid of an explosion, but this shows me that Ron loves me back. I have been thinking about our relationship ever since it started and I'm astonished how fast one can fall. I had started it to experiment, but now I'm finding myself in love with Ron. I'm close to crying of happiness, because Ron's ability to accept my 'no' and that I'm not ready for that step yet with grace. I roll onto him, hold him tight and let my head rest on his chest. He holds me tight and we both enjoy feeling each other's skin and our cocks get hard.

I'm always amazed at how quickly that happens. I'll have problems in class, because every time I think of him I feel a twitch down there and soon after it starts to get hard. But now we can indulge in the sweet torture. I love to find out all about him. Where he reacts to my touches. Where he needs only feather soft touches and where I need to rub. Where I can bite down or where licking is better.

Remus

Molly comes stomping inside and I hear Arthur calling her softly. They argue for a while, not very loud, I'm glad to hear that Arthur somehow manages to get through to her. Ron must have told her about his relationship with Justin. Looks like she's not taken it well. I'm staying absolutely still in my study and concentrate on some preparation work for the next term. Lily sits on one of the armchairs nursing Lizzie. Then I hear Molly calling my name:

"Remus! Where are you?"

Lizzie lets go of Lily's nipple. Lily pulls her back onto it and sighs.

"I'm here in the study, Molly…"

She comes barging in and I brace myself for a wave of her wrath. Sirius looks up from his book. He's frowning at her, but she doesn't even notice he and Lily are there.

"Remus! You're responsible for this situation! I do wish you'd watch over those children better! How can you let Ron…"

I interrupt her and ask her to sit down. Then I get up, beckon Arthur inside and close the door. They both find a chair to sit and I tell her bluntly:

"Molly. Ron is gay. There is no one who is responsible for that. He didn't choose his sexuality. He follows his instinct and his instinct tells him he's happy with another boy. There's really nothing you can do about it. The only thing coming out of you not accepting will be you losing one of your sons. I know how much you love your children, Molly, you should allow them to grow up and pursue their happiness in their own way."

"Well, of course you would defend Ron, you're gay yourself!" she says harshly.

"Molly…" Arthur says weakly.

"This has nothing to do with Sirius or I, Molly. It's your SON! One of your six sons is gay, so what? That doesn't mean your way of bringing him up was a failure. I'd like to tell you that Justin's parents have welcomed Ron, even though they probably would have preferred their son to be straight. You're not usually unreasonable, but if you stick to your prejudices there you'll be very unhappy when he turns his back on you, you know."

I know she's just thoroughly unhappy. Arthur takes her hand and says:

"Molly – you've been happy when Ginny told you she is going with Ernie. He's a very nice boy and all. You know she's not doing anything you didn't do at her age. Why can't you be happy for Ron if he's with someone he loves? We can't make that choice for him. I don't want to lose him completely. It's bad enough that he and Ginny can't come home at the moment!"

"I miss them so much…" she says with a now very small voice.

Sirius speaks up and comes to sit next to Molly.

"Molly, I know how it feels to be rejected by a mother. I'm quite sure Ron is pretty upset now. I know how he feels, because I've gone through this. Mother would always put me down for something or other, so I was used to it, but when I got together with Remus she was close to cursing me with an Unforgivable. It hurt like hell, even though she never gave me reason to love her. – But Ron loves you, Molly, I think it would hurt even worse if the rejection comes from someone loved."

"He could have written – warned us…"

"He could have. But he chose to rather tell you in person. I was afraid he was going to wait until the last day you're here, but he told you the first moment he got the chance. He's in love with Justin. And there's really nothing wrong with that. None of the kids is cracking jokes or makes snide remarks, not even Draco Malfoy," Sirius says.

I think he's very patient – for being Sirius. He looks her in the eyes while he talks and after a while she actually looks up and concedes.

"Okay, I'll get used to it. I'm just really not thrilled about it."

With that Molly gets up and leaves the study. Arthur doesn't follow her, he just sighs.

"She'll come around and once she'll accept Justin, she'll coddle him as she does all of her boys…" he says.

"I'm sure of it. My Mum was the one who accepted it a bit quicker than my Dad, back when I came out to them, but luckily my Dad never said anything derisive. He just had to adjust. It was good to have their support," I say.

"I'll better go and look for Ron."

"Make sure to give them time to get something back on!" Sirius jokes.

"Sirius! It's not even lunch time!"

Sirius grins.

"Well, they ran straight up to Ron's room, so I wouldn't bet on them being much clothed, you know. Being rejected drove me straight into Moony's arms!"

Arthur has just started to get up, but now he sits down again.

"You know, it's really getting difficult around my children. They're just not children anymore. I was almost shocked at how much Ginny has grown since I've seen her last in January. Ron, too. Fred and George may have a lot of mischief in their heads, but they've started off quite well with their business, Fred and Angelina are together in a manner, which looks like they want to stay together. It's empty at home! George is the only one who still sleeps at home fairly regularly."

"It must be hard! After all these years with your children to see them all grow up and leave," I say.

"Oh, it is! I really love them so much. Now we hope that they will come home often. Okay, Ginny's only fifteen and Ron's only sixteen, but they're under your care right now, so, technically, they're still our children. But when I look at them… Ron acted very grown today, he didn't shout at Molly or anything, which I expected as soon as he said he's gay. Because he and Molly are very much alike, you know."

"Given that he lives in the same house as Draco Malfoy, sits at the same table with him, shares the common room with him and goes to class with him all the time… I'd say Ron is growing up," Sirius says with a grin.

Now Arthur laughs, too.

"How did you get along with young Mr. Malfoy?" he wants to know.

"Fairly easy. You know, I think it does change you a bit if you see yourself at your own father's wandpoint. Lucius was intent on killing Draco and Neville."

"He's been put straight to Azkaban to wait for the trial. Not even Fudge could spare him this time. I don't think he'll come out very soon. The people at Magical Law Enforcement have a lot to do right now. I'm quite sure that the preparation for this trial will occupy them for at least half a year. And I'm afraid that Neville and Draco will have to come and testify."

"How long can they detain him before the trial has to take place?" I ask.

"Oh, technically for life. There are no limitations for that in the wizarding law," Arthur explains.

"Oh my…"

"That's one of the technicalities that kept me in Azkaban without a trial," Sirius remarks.

"Yes, I suppose so. But in Malfoy's case it's a good thing. Kingsley told me that Narcissa has tried to put her old wizard lawyers on the case of her husband, until she found out that he sits in Azkaban alongside of Lucius. We have so much proof I'm not afraid for him to be acquitted. Not this time. Not when everyone knows about that mark on the arms of all Death Eaters. Plus the lawyer she wanted to hire first is now accused of being a Death Eater himself. We still investigate the fellow she finally found."

"That's true, that alone is already proof enough actually. Only Death Eaters have it. And Voldemort would only tolerate spies without it. And as Pettigrew's example shows, not even they got spared for the most part."

"Exactly."

We discuss politics for a while, but then Arthur points at my work and says:

"I'd rather not keep you off your work anymore, Remus, I'll go look after Ron now."

"That's okay, Arthur. I'm starting early, so it's not urgent. It's always so good talking with you. By the way, it's the Swiss national holiday today, to commemorate the founding of the confederation on 1st August 1291. Traditionally it's celebrated with loads of fires and fireworks. I think your twins would have something to contribute to that, wouldn't they?"

"I'm quite sure about that! I don't think they've let everything up in the air yesterday and they've brought a lot of the stuff along. They will be most pleased to get another good opportunity."

"Good. I've bought some of the Muggle fireworks available. It's quite nice stuff usually. We will do some barbecue grilling tonight, eat outside again and count the fires we can see in the vicinity," I announce.

"Sounds lovely. Until later then…"

I watch him getting up and leaving the study. Sirius turns back to his book, I pick up my quill and continue on the work I was doing. Sixth year Defence asks for more duelling spells and the theory of simple protection wards. Both calls for a lot of practice and there's quite a lot of theory behind the wards. So I prepare question catalogues to have them handy and to use them in tests. Charms will be a beginner's course of conjuring things from nothing. That will be quite demanding as well.

Harry

Getting up today is somewhat hard. It's the day we finally get to know our OWLS results. Hermione has been nervous for that since we got back from Hogwarts, but having all those visitors and being out very often meant that we didn't dwell on the outcome too much. We wake up at about eight and first allow ourselves a bit of lovemaking before getting up. It's amazing how fast I got used to that ritual. She really loves it just after waking up. Somehow she's always not only willing, but really horny. I have to say that I like her that way. Her hair is all tousled, her eyes are still a bit glazed, but she wakes up, turns her head to me to see if I'm still asleep and kisses me immediately when I'm awake. As it's summer, the window is open, we've just pulled the curtains, which sway gently in the wind.

"Good morning, love," she says.

"Morning, Hermione. Did you sleep well?"

"Mhm…" she yawns.

I cradle her in my arms. What a feeling! Every time I feel her so close it's almost overwhelming. I'm so very glad she pushed me a little towards having sex last year. Now I know that I don't want to ever live without her in my arms anymore. We kiss again and I'm picking up the wand for the spell. She just grins and says:

"You know, I'm thinking about making the potion rather than using the spell, that would take care of it for six months."

"Is it complicated?" I ask.

"Quite. But I manage Wolfsbane potion, so I should be able to do it. And I'm surely not wrong in assuming that some others here would like to profit from it as well. Even your mum…"

I grin. Wouldn't want to see what Rita Skeeter would call this place. Love nest would probably still be very kind. I don't think either Sirius nor Remus have ever checked who was sleeping where in that past year. They do know about us in any case and they know about Ron and Justin.

"Oh dear, Ron's going to tell Mr. and Mrs Weasley about his relationship with Justin today, Hermione! I hope they can accept it."

"I hope so, too, the two of them really are good for each other. But I'm a bit worried about – there you are… you can hear her up to here!"

We can hear Mrs Weasley's reply to Ron. Oh no! That's going to make him very miserable, I'm quite sure about that. But there's nothing we can do, so we decide to wait it out before we go down. It's about half past nine when we finally turn up in the kitchen. Winky and Dobby bring us breakfast soon after and we find our letters on the table. I give Hermione hers and pick up mine. We look at each other and I say:

"Go ahead! Open it!"

She does. I expect her to have made at least eleven outstanding OWLS, but it could even be more. She's been tested in everything, even Divination. So she can get a maximum of twelve OWLS like Percy. She slits the envelope open with her breakfast knife, pulls the letter out and unfolds it – I'm waiting for the shriek – and there it comes.

"Yay! I've made it, Harry, I've made it! O's for all of them! Even Percy only got eight Outstanding OWLS," she cries out.

I lean in and kiss her.

"My genius! Congratulations, Hermione, well done!"

"Thanks! Now let's see what you got, Harry!"

I open my letter and look at it. Phew! Ten. I only mucked up Divination and Arithmancy, in which case I didn't get any OWLS at all. But I got O's in Defence, Potions, Astronomy and Charms. The other OWLS are all E's. I think I did a lot better than I expected. I pass my letter over to Hermione and grin.

"I'm happy with ten of them! And having them I don't really care if they're just Acceptable or Outstanding."

"Oh, but you've got an O in Potions, Harry! Snape must be raging if he hears that! I wonder what the others did."

"We'll hear sooner or later. It looks like we're early, most of the letters are still here!"

"So, take our time for breakfast and wait for the rest of the gang, eh?"

"Yep! I'm curious, too."

The next to come in are Parvati, Draco, Neville and Mandy. Morag is right behind them. They all pick up their letters and look at us. But I shake my head.

"Nope, won't tell before you all picked yours up…" I say with a grin.

"Okay, let's all look at the same time!" Mandy suggests.

They open their letters and all look at them. Neville starts to grin and says:

"I've got seven! My gran will be happy! Hermione, how many O's do you have in your twelve?"

She laughs.

"How do you know I have twelve?"

"Oh, that's no question, it's just a question of your marks!" Neville replies casually.

"Well, all of them…"

"What, all of them?" Draco asks a bit dumbly.

"All of my twelve OWLS are O's."

"Wow! Well done. I have nine. Mucked up Divination, Herbology and History," Draco says.

"I have ten. Three Outstanding," says Mandy.

Most of us are in that region I notice. Neville is the last with seven, but he's not missed the others by much it seems. Remus and Sirius turn up and look around questioningly. Of course we all tell them our results. Remus grins contentedly, especially when Ginny and Ernie turn up and Ginny shrieks twice as loud as Hermione.

"I have eleven!"

"Wow, Ginny!"

"And eight of them are Outstanding!"

She dances around in the kitchen with a very happy grin on her face. Hermione joins her and soon everyone in the kitchen is hopping around happily. Ma parents, Remus, Sirius and Hermione's parents who have just entered look on and grin. Sirius grabs the camera and takes a whole lot of pictures. Mum's very happy with my marks and complements me.

It's early afternoon now, Ron and Justin have turned up again and Sirius insists of making a 'family photo' outside of the whole class. We finally agree and position ourselves in front of the most colourful part of the garden. Remus comes along and says:

"Well, you dear people, I've just checked the official score lists. You guys managed to hold seven of the top positions in this years OWLS and the rest of you is scattered in the first twenty positions. I would like to take the opportunity to congratulate you and us to this really outstanding achievement! So I've arranged a small ship on the Lake of Thun, which will make a roundtrip on the lake for the whole afternoon and evening next Wednesday. All we have to do is organise food and drinks. And music, if you want to dance."

That is great! This is a really cool idea! Of course Remus is always full of good ideas. The Remus I've seen in this past year has only a very faint resemblance with the one I met in the beginning of my third year. He's been the same in the classroom, but otherwise he's been sparkling most of the time, and almost always in an excellent mood. He's also finally bought some new robes and a few new Muggle things. He's put on and kept a bit of weight.

The Weasleys and the Grangers have come outside with us, and now Mr. Weasley offers to take a picture of us with Remus and Sirius. We take them in the centre of our group and Arthur takes several pictures. He hands the camera back to Sirius who looks very happy with all of us.

In the next days I notice that Mrs Weasley almost ignores Ron. He doesn't like it and on Monday evening I call him up to his room. We sit down on his bed and I lean on one of the bedposts.

"You're still not okay with your Mum, are you?"

"That's an understatement, Harry! I know I have Dad's blessing and I can only hope Mum will get used to it! I'm so sad right now. And Justin's not happy at all. It's straining for both of us. But I love him. What's wrong with love?"

"Nothing is wrong with love. It's just that she needs time. She's still not entirely happy with what the twins do, and she's held that grudge for quite a while, but I'm sure that sooner or later she'll see her error. Just duck your head until then and don't insist. Be happy with Justin instead, Ron!"

"Thanks, mate. You're right about Mum and the twins. But they seem to get along again."

"Must be because she's now angry at you."

That gets a bit of a grin out of Ron.

"Must be."

George

Uh oh, Remus comes over to me. Wonder what he has to say… we haven't exaggerated with our noise yesterday, have we? Besides they told us they cast silencing charms over the neighbour's house… he smiles. Nothing bad then.

"George, do you and Fred have some more fireworks with you?"

"About a suitcase full, why?"

"You can let it all up tonight if you want, because it's 1st August."

"Is that something special?"

"For the Swiss it is… national holiday. Usually an opportunity to blow up thousands of Swiss Francs in smoke, colour sparks and bangs. So as soon as it's dark you have permission to let go of any fireworks you want to… and I accept some help from you guys to build a really big fire that will last for a few hours."

"Oh, you get it!" says my darling twin brother with a wide grin.

"Good. We start right after lunch and that photo session Siri wants to hold."

After lunch and the photos he takes us out to the forest, where we collect tons of smallish branches that have fallen to the ground. All of us help and we get a lot together. Then we go outside and in the middle of the pasture Remus starts building the fire. Dad is eager to watch and see how he gets it up. Remus brings some of the firewood from the house and we add all the wood we've collected in the forest. When it's finished it's a pile that's about two metres high and fairly wide. Remus plants an empty bottle not far from the fire and tells us that this will be used to fire off the Muggle rockets.

Dinner is nice, because it's all meat and salad and garlic bread. Piles of everything and I think I must have eaten half a cow! But that went for all of the boys and some of the girls, too. I'm always amazed at how small Ginny is for everything she eats! It's been great food, everyone is happy, because of the overall excellent OWLS. I've seen their stats and I have to say I envy them for having such great teachers! I'm sure, even Fred and I would have made a load more OWLS than we did with these two as teachers. They are serious teachers and fun friends. On the other hands they're the Marauders, so it's no wonder either.

It's getting darker now, we've all but eaten every last bit of dessert. Remus gets up and goes inside to fetch all of the fireworks he bought, then we go and get ours and we walk to the pile of wood. By the time we get there it's already quite dark. Remus wets a few rolled up newspapers with spirit, pushes them inside the pile on several low points and then sets them on fire with matches. Dad can't believe that he gets every match to produce a small flame. Remus grins amusedly at Dad's obsession. But he himself is a natural with everything Muggle related.

"Okay, now we wait for the fire to start burning up. No one touches any of that Muggle fireworks, unless I give permission, is that understood? You're not used to using it, and I don't want any accidents."

We all promise not to touch the stuff. Then he makes us move a bit further up the hill, from where we watch the fire quietly, looking out for other fires. It's amazing, because after about an hour we spot at least two dozen other fires. And loads of fireworks – nothing too special in our eyes, but these are Muggles after all. Remus allows us to start some of ours, then he gets up and lets something start which he calls a volcano. That's what the carton looks like anyway. What comes out looks like an immense eruption of colourful sparks. Really lovely if one's only out for colour. Our fireworks have a few more effects like one we specially designed for Moony and Padfoot. When we let that one go everyone laughs, because for several minutes we can see a wolf and a dog play across the sky. The two of them laugh the loudest and in the end Sirius thanks us and says that's the cutest thing anyone has ever done for them.

"So, can we start selling them? I think they should be quite good business…" I ask.

"You have our permission."

"Great!"

The evening is really fun. We get to bed very late and sleep immediately. I really like it here.

Sirius

I close the bedroom door behind me and turn to Remus. We've spent a very nice day hiking on a small mountain lake. The water has been too cold to get in, but good to cool down our hot feet. Molly still won't accept Ron and Justin, even though she promised. Sometimes I don't understand that woman. Do all of her kids have to present her with half a dozen children or what? Ron is her sixth son and she still thinks she needs to rule his life. As much as she loves her children she doesn't want to let them go. I just hope they will not leave and never return, I'd feel sorry for Arthur if this was the case. And Molly would become a very lonely woman if she keeps this up.

She's currently making everyone a bit cranky, but I brush this away as I look at Remus, who's taken off his robes and is ready to get into bed. By George, he's beautiful. He's nicely tanned, not something I've seen often before! He knows he doesn't need to hide all his scars here, so he walks around in shorts and that definitely looks great! I mean, he may go all grey on his head now, but that man has a figure to envy! He's also much stronger than he looks. He doesn't even mind that I'm staring at him, but gives a little swing with his hip while he lifts up the blanket to slip underneath. I have to grin at that. That's just like him. I undress quickly; because the faster I've got those garments off my body the faster I can join him in the bed. He stretches out his hand to pull me closer the moment I'm climbing onto the bed.

"Come on, Padfoot!"

"Do you have something in mind, love?" I ask.

"You bet! I've been waiting for this for a whole day!"

I grin. Sometimes I really like it that we're out of harm's way. At least for the time being we have this safe haven here, which is doing us so much good. I cradle my lover into my arms and kiss him tenderly on the forehead.

"I love you, Moony."

"I know, Padfoot. You know that I'll always love you. I'm just amazed that you still find me attractive…"

"Attractive? You're my very definition of sexy, love! I'll never bother with anyone else, as long as I have you, believe me! Because you're also my own personal definition of love."

He smiles, looking pleased.

"Sometimes you can be almost poetic, Pads."

I kiss him, this time on the lips. Just a tender kiss, then one more, this time a bit deeper. Finally he starts nipping my lower lip and I stick my tongue out and right into his mouth. Oh gods, Moony, I'll never get enough of that. Never!