Warning: Nothing to graphic here



Dedication: This is for everyone who waited so damn patiently for his to be continued.



Author's Note: Ah, so tangled...And we get Remus' POV here! Yay!



Compromising Circumstances

Chapter Nine



"Professor? I mean...Remus?"



"Hmmm?" Remus looked up from the Dailey Prophet, thoughts somewhat scattered. Harry was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, looking rather perplexed. He had seemed a bit confused and quiet the previous day as well. Sirius was out grocery shopping, and was still acting uncomfortable around his friend.



"Can I talk to you? I sort of have a problem..." Harry shuffled into the kitchen, and sat down wearily in a chair.



"Of course." Remus folded up the paper, and cocked his head at Harry. "Is everything all right?"



"No." The young man shook his head, sighing. "Look...you can't tell anybody any of this, okay?"



"Of course Harry." Remus nodded. "I will keep whatever you tell me in close confidence."



"All right." He sighed again, green eyes dragging up to slowly meet Remus'. "I...I like Sirius."



"All right." Remus nodded, not sure where this was going. He knew there had to be more to that sentence, he would just have to wait for it.



"No, I mean I really *like* him. I know it's sort of sick because he's my godfather and a lot older then me..."



"Oh!" Remus smiled, realizing what Harry was saying. "Oh." He wasn't sure how to react. This had certainly caught him b surprise. "Well. He's only older then you physically, Harry." Remus explained. "Mentally...mentally he's not much more advanced then you are. I'd say you're both on the same maturity level, actually."



"Yeah?" Harry leaned forward. "But um... I don't think he really likes me that way."



"Well...I don't think he thinks of you in that context." Remus said, pursing his lips. "He thinks of you as his godson. And...well..." Here's where things got tricky. "He hasn't quite moved on. From things that happened before..."



"He's still hung up on ...someone." Harry finished quickly, averting his eyes guiltily.



"Sirius told you, then?" Remus asked, quietly. "About us?"



"Yeah." Harry nodded. "He told me not to say anything..."



"Oh, honestly. I don't care if you know or not." Remus shook his head, chuckling softly. What a fine mess this was turning out to be. //Well, I did tell Sirius he should look for someone younger. And Harry...well, I think perhaps it could work.//



"He's still sort of messed up, isn't he?"



"He always will be." Remus frowned thoughtfully. "But...I believe he needs to move on. We've talked about it, a few times actually."



"Yeah. You're seeing somebody, right? Sirius wouldn't tell me who..."



"Yes. I'm involved, but it's with someone Sirius' doesn't approve of. I honestly don't see how it's any of his business, though."



"Neither do I." Harry shook his head. "I told him it's your life, you can do what you want."



"Precisely. But we're not talking about me, we're talking about you." Remus softened his words with a smile. "I'm really not certain how you'd go about expressing your interest in Sirius."



"Whatever you come up with will be better then what I tried." Harry buried his head in his hands, the scent of shame wafting off of him strongly.



"Oh?"



"I...I kissed him last night. It was stupid, and I don't really want to get into the details but...he pushed me away."



"Ah." Remus nodded. "Ah! Is that why you were so keen on sleeping in his room?"



"Yeah..." Harry flushed, averting his eyes again.



"Relax Harry...I was young once too, you know." He smiled, patting Harry's hand in a paternal gesture. "I think you're going to have to be very blunt with Sirius. Just come out and tell him."



"I can't do that!" Harry shrieked, eyes wide. "What if he really doesn't look at me that way at all? Do you have any idea how awkward that's going to be?"



"Yes, I do." Remus nodded. "But believe me, sometimes it's the only way. I...I know, it can be hard, working up the courage to confess you've feelings for someone."



"Yeah?" Harry looked up, and Remus felt awful when he sw the pain and confusion in Harry's eyes. //He's very worked up over this...why does Sirius have o be so hung up on me? If it weren't for that, I'm certain he'd see what a wonderful opportunity Harry is presenting to him.//



"Yes. My current partner...well, let's just say it took me about a year to actually approach him. And I was shot down." Remus gave a small laugh, remembering the cold look Severus had first given him. "But I was persistent. The only reason he agreed to have dinner with me in the first place was to shut me up."



"Don't say that." Harry said, smiling a little.



"No, it's true. His exact words were: 'Dear god Remus, if you will leave me alone then fine, I'll have dinner with you.' But thankfully, dinner went rather well."



"That's good. So I should just hound Sirius until he goes out with me?" Harry asked with a quirk to his lips.



"Not exactly. But feel him out a bit..."



"I'm awful at that." Harry shook his head. "Er...could you? Maybe?"



"Would you like me to talk to him?" Remus nodded, smiling. "I'll feel him out for you, then. And don't worry, I won't be obvious about it. I had to do the same thing for your parents, actually..."



"Thank you so much!" Harry was practically beaming, and Remus felt better.



"It's not a problem. I'll talk to him when he gets back...but right now I have a letter to write." He wasn't going to let his relationship with Severus slip. He wouldn't put it past the man to drop the whole thing, simply because Remus wasn't around.



"Let me know how it goes." Harry said, bounding up and jogging back off to his room. Remus laughed to himself, before getting out his supplies. He would do whatever he could to help Harry. Because he had a feeling it would help Sirius, as well.



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