CHAPTER THREE!

"Damn he has a nice ass." Harry said as he looked out the tiny window out onto the garden where Remus was weeding the front flower beds.

Harry laid back on his bed, feeling as though he knew where at least two pints of his blood was. Looking around his new room he decided to either help fix the current situation with either his hand or sweat it out. He jogged across the room and took the stairs about three at a time. Running through the house he came to the door. Doing ten quick jumping jacks he dropped to his toes and hands and did a few pushups.

"Hello, Harry, have a good nap?" Remus asked as Harry came out onto the porch, hoping that his erection wasn't showing as much.

"Want some help?" he said, dropping down onto one of the steps.

"I could always use some help. Or you could start dinner."

"I'm not the best in the kitchen, but how does grilled cheese and tomato soup sound?" Harry asked, meagerly ashamed of his cooking skills.

"Sounds better at this point than anything else."

"Good, because I am not the best."

"Just don't burn it."

"Woah, I just realized that I am legally able to do magic now. I'm of age." Harry said, making a revelation as he got up to go to the little kitchen.

"Yes, Harry, keen observation on your part!" Remus laughed, a full laugh that reached his eyes and Harry's heart.

"I know. It's just been so odd, I mean my loss in interest in magic this last year. Seeing as though I defeated Voldemort, my whole life spent doing just that, I took a break for a while on magic. I didn't even realize all year that I am over age."

"Totally natural, Harry. I wouldn't even think about it for a while."

"Thanks, Remus." he said after a while of eye contact of grey to green.

"Any time." he said, leaning to pull up a huge weed.

"I'm going to start the grilled cheese now." Harry muttered quietly.

"I'm starving!" Remus yelled as Harry walked back through the door.

"I know!" he replied, shaking his head and laughing. "That man is going to be the death of me yet."

Going into the kitchen Harry quickly located a pan, bread, butter and cheese. Magically lighting the gas stove he put the pan. Smothering the bread with butter and cheese he flipped them onto the pan and started grilling. The good sharp cheddar cheese made a distinct smell in the air as Harry put a warming spell on the four done sandwitches.

"Tomato soup." he muttered, opening a cabinet of food, "Ah, yes. Tomato soup." he pulled down the Campbell's soup and did a quick severing charm for the lid. He poured it into two separate bowls and charmed them hot.

"Remus! Dinner's ready!" He called when he was done. It was starting to get dark and Remus was still working.

"Coming!" he yelled. Remus finally put down the little trowel he was using and wiped off his brow. He was gross. The sweat and dirt had accumulated on his simple green tee shirt and the same holey jeans.

"Wow, you look like shit." Harry said sliding a plate over to him, laughing.

"Thanks, you don't look to bad yourself. Now scrougify me!" he laughed

"Fine, SCROUGIFY!" he yelled, blue light flying out of his wand.

"Thank you. I feel much better."

"You smell much better also." Harry quipped, and Remus swatted at his backside as he poured a glass of milk, "What do you want?"

"Pumpkin juice, please."

"My pleasure." Harry said, pouring another glass.

"I've had an exhausting day, how about you, Harry?" Remus asked, sinking those canines into the bread and cheese.

"I took a nap while you were gardening. Of course your day was exhausting." he laughed again.

"I think we should do something tomorrow."

"Like what?"

"Maybe go into Diagon Alley and meet Ron and Hermione."

"Sounds good, I'll post them right after dinner. They're staying at the burrow together. Molly's still taking Charlie pretty hard so all her sons and Ginny are home."

"Good old Molly. She was fantastic in the order."

"I know. And that cooking! She taught Ron and me last summer, or tried."

"I knew the butter trick came from somewhere I just couldn't place it."

They ate in silence for a little while until a knock came on the heavy wooden front door.

"I'll see who it is." Remus said, getting up. He walked through out the door in the dining room and to the door. He could see from the crescent moon shaped window that it was his neighbor, Charlotte.

"Hello, Remus." She purred predatorily.

"Charlotte." he replied stiffly, "Harry!"

"Yeah, Remmie?" Harry said, opening the door to the dining room.

"Harry, this is Charlotte, my neighbor."

"Good to meet you." Harry said, extending his right hand.

"Pleasure is definently mine, Harry."

"Ah, yes, right." Remus said, feeling like he was being ambushed.

"Remus is my boyfriend." Harry said quickly, putting his arm around Remus' waist and bringing him closer to himself.

"Oh, really." she said again, her silky voice agitating both of the men.

"I've told you a hundred thousand times, Charlotte. I am not interested." Remus said, breaking the terse silence.

"I just wanted to know if you wanted to have a friendly lunch in Diagon Alley tomorrow."

"We have plans." Remus said, "My boyfriend and I are meeting some friends."

"All right. Maybe another day." she said, coyly kissing Remus' cheek. "Good night." and with that she slipped out the door. Harry quickly dropped his arm and a flush rose in his cheeks.

"Thank you Harry. Without your quick thinking I would have been forced into her. She's such a cad." Remus said, pretending to wipe his brow.

"Anytime, boyfriend." Harry laughed. They quickly returned to their meals, eating in near silence as both of the boys were famished.