Mmk, so I m back, for now. It s been a pretty rough time lately, and real life started pressing in ways I couldn t avoid. I m not going to promise I ll be able to stay for good now, but I will promise to at least try and update at least once or twice, hopefully more, per month. I ve still got school I need to do and that s a lot more important than updating this, so if it comes between a night or two of studying or a night or two of writing, I will definitely choose studying. If that bothers you I m sure the back button on whatever internet browser you re using is working, and that you can press it. Sorry if that sounds rude, but I really don t want to be told that people are leaving the story just because I m putting school first, though it would probably make me laugh.

Remus stopped in his tracks, not speaking as he heard Sirius. He knew what was happening, he wasn t ignorant of sexual activity; he just avoided the subject, especially with Sirius. He took a deep breath before stepping out of the room and closing the door, trying to get control over himself. The wolf in him could so easily grasp the smell of Sirius, and he highly doubted rushing into the shower and basically raping Sirius would go over well, though it was a thought that made his other part very happy. He shook his head, knowing how screwed he was this time, and how awkward things would be now between Sirius and himself. Even back at Hogwarts this sort of thing between the two, though common, was always awkward in the end, and they were never moaning each other s name then. He sighed before heading downstairs, knowing that no matter how embarrassed Sirius was, he would want breakfast, and so would Harry.

Walking into the kitchen, Remus was surprised to see Harry sitting on his chair with his face buried in his arms. Knowing he had to wait instead of pressuring Harry to talk, he started filling making a plate up for himself, and one for Harry, before sitting at the table. Glancing at Harry as he set the plate down, he was relieved to see that Harry just looked tired, not sick or upset. He knew in most cases Harry would probably go to him or Severus if something was wrong, but there were times Harry refused to talk, and that s what worried all of them. Too much had happened to Harry for him to just keep everything bottled up, though with Draco around every few days, Harry seemed so much happier lately. Sitting in his seat now, Remus glanced up and looked straight into Sirius eyes as he walked into the room.

After having yelled at himself the entire time he was getting dressed about how Remus must be horrified by what he heard, walking into the kitchen and seeing the slight blush color Remus face as their eyes met was almost funny. At that point, he realized Remus hadn t made a plate up for him. He shrugged it off, hoping that the only reason Remus didn t was because he didn t know when he, Sirius, would be down, not because Remus was mad at him. Sirius hated when Remus was mad at him, he had to make his own meals when that happened, and put bluntly, his meals were more just cereal and sandwiches, nothing like what Remus could make.

Breakfast passed calmly, if somewhat oddly in Harry s opinion, seeing as Remus and Sirius were barely talking to each other. He wouldn t upset them by asking though, so he walked upstairs, barely noticing the owl on his desk before flopping onto his bed. The small hoot woke him up out of his daydreaming, and right after he took the letter, the owl took off. Harry set the letter down on the desk before lying back down on his bed. He was tired, but knew he couldn t fall back asleep; Draco would kill him for that. Today was supposed to be what Draco had deemed as Ball day. Harry was less than thrilled for the simple fact he hated balls. Hadn't Hogwarts tortured him enough by now with the one ball? Now he was supposed to have another one, though, in all respect, it wasn t really a ball, seeing as just Harry, Draco, and the four adults would be there, but he still wasn t happy about it. Harry groaned as he hit his face with his pillow, knowing this was just going to end with everyone laughing at him. He could barely dance last year, no way in hell he would be able to now. He wasn t even sure if he d be leading or if Draco would be.

Throwing his pillow against the wall, with a pouty look on his face, Harry gathered up his dressy clothes before walking to the shower, knowing he either needed to take one now, or Draco would make him take one when he got to the manor, and Harry didn t want to have to deal with that. After all, he disliked how the last time he happened to shower there, after Lucius tricked him with some weird sliming spell, one of the house elves had taken his clothes, burned them, and proceeded to replace them with Draco s. Merlin, he disliked that house elf, not like it was his fault that those clothes were dirty, it was the house elf s master s fault, but they had still been good clothes, nothing wrong that a good washing or cleaning charm wouldn t fix. Harry locked the door behind him, just in case Draco showed up early to pick him up, knowing Draco would walk into the bathroom and, while Harry was in the shower, would swap the clothes Harry chose for something more Slytherin, though Harry was unsure that was possible with the black slacks and emerald green shirt he had chosen, with Remus help, the night before.

So, I m not sure what ya ll will think of that, but it s at least an update. If I messed anything up, please tell me, I really appreciate the reviews, and I usually smile when you guys, and gals, subscribe or favorite either me or my stories, it makes me feel so special, and as if I m not messing this up horribly with the pairings and my writing style.