Author's Note: Here's the next installment, enjoy!
Harry knocked on the door of Professor Lupin's office. "Come in!" He entered cautiously. "Harry," he greeted warmly. "Come in, come in," he invited, gesturing for the teen to take a seat.
"There's something I wanted to talk to you about Professor," he spoke softly.
"I had figured that out," he answered gently. "Go on," he urged. Harry blushed. "You saw myself and Professor Snape," he stated.
Harry's blush deepened. "Yes," he admitted, ducking his head.
"I am not going to lecture you about it," he stated. Harry looked up at him in surprise. "I believe that the experience was punishment enough, particularly since you were brave enough to come and tell me about it."
"I'm not telling him," he muttered.
"No, I wouldn't advise it," he replied amiably. "He'd take the news far less well than I."
"Professor? Why-"
"Am I taking it so well?" he finished. Harry nodded. "I did my own share of peering through keyholes," he spoke conspiratorially. "And got more than I bargained for too." He regarded the teen for a moment. "What's on your mind Harry?" Harry scraped his teeth over his bottom lip. "You have questions," he prompted.
"Not so much that, but…" He trailed off and ducked his head again. "Growing up, I was made to believe that same-sex relationships were wrong," he admitted in a rush.
"And what do you believe?"
"That you couldn't be unnatural," he stated firmly. "Which just means that it can't be wrong."
"Thank you for that Harry," he replied warmly, squeezing the teen's hand briefly. "In the Wizarding World, same-sex relationships are legal," he stated. "Although there is still a subsect of the population that views them as wrong."
"Why?"
"There are always those that cannot accept those that are different from themselves," he replied gently. "Luckily they are generally in the minority. Do you have any questions?" Harry blushed. "Yes?"
"My muggle education only really covered procreation, and I don't really have anyone else to ask…"
"Except someone that might not know what they're talking about?" He nodded again. "You are a bit young to put the mechanics into practise," he murmured. Harry ducked his head again. "There is just one thing that needs to be made clear to you." The teen looked up. "Underage sex with another that is underage, as long as it is willing, is acceptable. Underage sex with someone of age is not, no matter how willing the underage person may be. If there truly are feelings on both sides, the older party can wait until the younger is of age. Do you understand?"
"Yes Professor," he replied dutifully.
"And as to the rest, why don't we touch upon that when you're fifteen, and more likely to want to use it?"