A/N: Me apologizing will never make up for how long it took to get this chapter out so I'm not even going to. I got busy with many things these past few months. School, work, work I'm not getting paid for (radio show and videogame/anime/comic project), and my own stuff. Crazy madness I tell you, but the largest set back was that I'd written it out on paper and lost the papers before I could type it. I found one of the papers again so I had to pull another getting to that part out of my arse, but I think it actually turned out much better. This is one of the light chapters, but there will be darker stuff later on. I've gone back and tweaked the past chapters a bit, mainly fixing errors and adding a sentence here and there. Thank you guys so much who reviewed, and more or less reminded me I had something I'd been neglecting. I will try not to disappear like before. And if you wanna keep up with all the stuff I'm actually doing that is keeping me from writing you're always welcome to hop over to my LJ )

Randomeness of the Moraco: Cleaning sucks, and it's so easy to just throw things in big plastic tubs, but then eventually you have to go through those plastic tubs and consolidate, which equals more suckage.

Greeting

Chapter 5

Be Postitive

As contact of lips was broken, the two looked once again into each others eyes. 'Pray tell, what I did to deserve that?' Remus asked curiously.

'You've been too good to me. I owe you so much, but have nothing to give but myself.'

'I don't need anything from you Harry. Just to see you happy and safe as possible, as you should be.'

Harry kissed Remus' nose. 'Thank you. You're still being too good to me.' Harry stood and then reached out for Remus' hands to help him up.

'Would you like to come to work with me tomorrow, Harry? You could talk to Dumbledore about getting into the uni for next semester. He'd accept you for sure.'

'I'd love to come with you, but I refuse to speak to Dumbledore. I'm sure there are other ways to get accepted without ever having to speak a word to him.' Harry was walking toward the hallway to go back to his room.

'I won't force you to talk to him. After the other night though, and what I'm sure Snape has told him he's going to want to speak with me. I fear to tell you that he may wish for me to assume a position very similar to what Sirius' was before he died.'

Harry stopped and turned back around to look at Remus. 'I don't care what he tells you, you're not sticking your neck out for me like Sirius did. I don't mind if he tells you to just keep an extra watch on me, or that our whereabouts have been discovered and we need to move, but I don't want you going on senseless missions for him like Sirius. Please, promise me you won't do that to me.'

'I worked my fair share for Dumbledore over two decades ago, and after the torment he knows you must have went through with Sirius, I doubt he'll ask too much of me,' Remus told him.

'What did you do so long ago?'

'As you would put the phrase, that's a story for another day. It's getting late, you best be off to bed, I'll be waking you at six.'

Harry nodded. 'Night, Remus.' Harry went to his bed room, stripped down to his boxers, grabbed the shirt of Remus' from the dresser drawer and went to bed, hugging it like it was some sort of stuffed animal.

Harry didn't sleep lightly through the night. An old memory continued to play through his head in his dreams.

------Dream------

It was late, or rather an ungodly early hour in the morning, some odd eight years ago. Harry and Sirius had been sitting on the couch watching movies on the television all night. Harry had just opened his eyes from dozing off, and looked to his left to see Sirius had dozed off as well. Harry grabbed the remote from the end table next to the couch and switched the tele off. He then turned back to his left to look at Sirius again.

It feels so wrong, but at the same time right. I'm not normal. Normal teens get off to pictures of naked women and such, but the only thing I can think of when I try to is him. Why?

Harry moved a bit closer to Sirius on the couch and lifted a hand and began lightly stroking the other man's hair.

I'm supposed to look up to him and respect him like a father, but he's never been like a father. I respect him, but in a different way. God his hair is soft. Stupid hormones are so confusing. He moved from stroking Sirius' hair to the man's cheek. I know he'll always see me as nothing more than my father's son. There's no way he'll ever feel the same way I do about him. Harry leaned in until his lips met Sirius'. He had intended the kiss to be chaste and began to pull away when Sirius started kissing back.

Sirius tongue plunged into Harry's mouth. Harry didn't care that the man was still sleeping, this was something he'd dreamed about. 'Oh, Harry,' Sirius gruffly whispered against his lips.

Harry quickly pulled away and stared at Sirius for a moment until he noticed the man's eyes fluttering open. Harry quickly lay down against the arm of the couch and pretended to be asleep.

'Felt so real,' he hears Sirius whisper. He then felt a hand run through his hair. 'I love you Harry.' A kiss touched his forehead. 'Love you so much.' What he had not been expecting was the small chaste kiss his own godfather placed on his lips, before leaving the room to no doubt find his bed.

------End Dream------

Harry woke up smiling, but quickly frowned. I haven't dreamed about him in months. Why now? Is it because Remus is stirring similar feelings in me? Remie's ten times sweeter than Sirius was. What am I doing defending my emotions to myself? Harry turned over in bed to look at the clock on the nightstand. It was 4:00AM.

Harry got up, grabbed a clean set of clothes and his glasses, and trudged to the bathroom to take a shower, and continue his thought process. Remus and Sirius are similar in ways, no wonder they were friends, but Remus seems a lot kinder and serious about things than Sirius. It's almost as though Sirius was the equivalent of my own age when I fell for him, but Remus is like a man. Well, Sirius was a man, but he was always a bit immature. Remus is just more like the kind of ideal man women would want to marry I guess. Tall, strong, protective, firm, but at the same time sweet and wonderful. I've never been so quickly taken with someone. Harry got out of the shower, dried off, put on a pair of jeans and a blue polo shirt, put on his glasses, combed his hair, and went to the kitchen. He looked in the refrigerator for food and got a good breakfast idea.

'Hope he likes bacon and eggs.' Harry looked through the cabinets to find a skillet and on the way to such found a waffle maker. 'Waffles too.' Harry went to the pantry to find the other ingredients not in the fridge and brought them back to the kitchen counter where he proceeded to make breakfast. Remus makes me want to be wifey. Sirius never made me wanna be like that. We were both slobs, we fended for ourselves, and somewhere in between made love…even if it was right on the kitchen table and the toast got charred. Harry smiled and chuckled to himself as he turned the bacon over. Remus on the other hand makes me want to do things for him. I washed and put away his laundry the other day and now I'm making him breakfast. Maybe I'm doing it as a feeling of debt for what he's done for me, but I think even if he'd done nothing I'd still want to do this for him. At least I don't think he'll throw me on the kitchen table and suck me off while my elbow's dislodged in a bowl of oat meal and my hair covered with spilled orange juice. Harry grimaced at that memory while he mixed the waffle batter waiting for the eggs to cook a little before he would scramble them. Harry continued the meal focusing more on the food than his thoughts.

Remus awoke to the sound of his alarm clock. He rolled over and turned it off. He sniffed the air. Something smells delicious. Remus got up and got dressed. Black trousers, light blue shirt. He walked down the hallway. He got to the kitchen just as Harry had finished setting the table.

'Good morning. Hope you like bacon, eggs, and waffles,' Harry's cheerful voice greeted him.

'Good morning. Wow, no one's ever cooked for me.' Remus sat down in front of a plate and Harry took the opposite side of the table. The meal was eaten mostly in silence with the exception of Remus moans at the food and praises to Harry of how delicious it all was.

'I'm really glad you liked it,' Harry said.

'It's the best meal I've had in a while. I'm not much of a cook, even though I've got the stuff.' Remus looked at his watch while Harry put the dishes in the sink. 'Time to go. Get your shoes on and grab anything you'd like to bring.'

Harry nodded and went back to his room. He came back carrying his messenger bag and then proceed to put on his shoes which were by the door. Remus grabbed the two helmets from the small closet next to the door and they were off toward Remus' oh so loved Vespa.

Harry had no hesitations about getting on the Vespa today. He quickly got on after Remus and wrapped his arms tightly around the other man's waist smiling as they rode to the university.

Remus came to a stop as he parked. 'We're here.'

Harry got off and looked at the place. 'It's really nice.'

'Hagrid fights to keep it looking this good.'

'Hagrid?'

'The groundskeeper. Mighty large fellow, and softer than a marshmallow,' Remus told him.

'So where to first? It's pretty early and it doesn't look like there are many people here.'

'My office. A great professor must always prepare.'

Harry chuckled. 'Great professor?'

'I make English fun. I'm the one who's class runs out of spaces the quickest, therefore I've deemed myself as great.'

'Self-stroking your ego there a little, aren't you?'

'I'll stroke it all I want.'

You'd look gorgeous stroking something else as well.

Harry followed Remus down the hallway of a building until they came to a stop outside a door which had a small plaque next to it that said 'Professor R. J. Lupin' . Remus pulled out his keys and unlocked the door. Harry followed him in. The office wasn't much. Quite small, or rather cozy depending upon how you choose to think of it. Remus put his briefcase on the desk and Harry sat his bag down next to the coat rack in the corner. He noticed a pole behind the coat rack leaning in the corner. If it were standing up instead of leaning it would be right at about Remus' height. Harry thought he'd seen something familiar back at the flat when Remus had gotten in the closet for the helmets.

Harry sat in the chair in front of Remus' desk and watched him as he took papers out of his brief case and neatly stacked them on his desk. 'So when's your first class?'

'Three hours'

'Why do you get here so early then?'

'If I hold office hours earlier in the morning I can go home earlier in the afternoon. What? Are you bored? You can read a book or something if you'd like.'

Harry stood and walked around the desk and stood next to Remus. 'I am a bit bored, yes, though I don't really feel like reading.'

'Well, what do you feel like doing?' Remus swiveled his chair so that he was facing Harry.

Harry smiled and then climbed into the chair, straddling Remus' legs. He leaned in and captured Remus' lips in a searing kiss.

Remus deepened the kiss, and tongues came into play. Remus ran his hands up and down Harry's back and over his bum. Harry on the other hand took great joy in running his hands through Remus' Hair, turning it to a disheveled mess.

Harry pulled away from Remus' lips and began to pay attention to the olderman's slender neck.

Remus gasped and moaned as Harry's teeth sank into his neck multiple times.

There was a sudden knock at the door. Harry and Remus both froze in place.

'Shite,' Remus whispered.

Harry quickly stood and tried his best to help Remus with his hair. He then grabbed a random book from the shelf, leaned against and the desk and opened it.

'Come in,' Remus said.

Harry quickly noticed he was holding the book upside down and turned it right side up as the door began to open. Harry watched as the tall dark haired man who turned on Riddle Saturday night entered the room. He was wearing a black shirt and trousers and a white lab coat, and walking with a cane. Probably from the leg wound.

'Did I interrupt something?'

'Of course not. Why would you think that?' Remus asked.

'I heard you moaning, it took you longer than usual to allow me entrance, you look like a more disheveled mess than usual, and the bites on your neck are beginning to bruise.' The man's eyes darted to Harry, who fidgeted under his gaze, causing him to smirk.

Remus chuckled nervously. 'Interesting deduction Severus.'

'I would like to speak with you.' Snape darted his eyes toward Harry again. 'Alone.'

'Right now?'

'Preferably.'

'Harry is my guest, I can't just send him out. Would you like me to come with you to your office?'

Snape snorted. 'And make me limp back there onl to have to go the other way for my class in half an hour? I think not. I'm sure Mr. Potter could find something of interest outside your office for about fifteen minutes or so.'

'I'll just go sit in the lounge around the corner we passed coming in,' Harry said. He grabbed his bag from besided the coat rack and left the office.

'I thought you said you weren't in love with him Lupin.'

'I didn't know how he felt about me at the time and I wasn't about to give you something to blackmail me with. Please tell me you didn't send him out of the room to talk about my love life?'

'Oh, please. Dumbledore wants to meet with you at two o-clock for tea to discuss Saturday night. I'm sure he'd appreciate even more if you brought your "guest" along,' Snape tol him.

'Harry wont' speak to Dumbledore. He refuses to.'

'Then I'm sure he'll find something to entertain himself while you have tea.' Snape turned and placed his hand on the door knob, but before turning it to leave, turned back to Remus and said. 'You're always welcome to send him to my office for a chat. I'm between classed during that time, but I warn in advance I'm not a moaner.' He chuckled and left Remus' office.

Harry found himself a chair in the lounge area he said he'd go to. He sat down and pulled out his journal and began to write.

I don't like this Snape guy Remus works with. He was working under cover as one of Riddle's henchmen which makes me not trust him. Who's to say he's not a spy for Riddle? He was being snarky with Remus and practically threw me out of the office because he needed to talk to Remus. What a rude bastard. And that greasy hair. Gross. There's a little thing we clal shampoo that exists in this world.

Had to have my rant out. A note to myself: Remus makes me want to be wifey (is that even a word?). I think I like it though.

Harry closed his journal and when he looked up noticed a blond girl had sat down in the chair across from him, reading a magazine.

'Are you a writer?' she asked.

'No. Why would you ask that?'

'You seemed quite wrapped up in what you were writing. So if you're not a writer what were you writing then? That book is much too nice to be doing school work in.' She put her magazine down in her lap and looked at Harry.

'It's a journal. I just like to keep up with and remember things I've done and how I've felt about things at certain points in tim.'

'It could be very useful if someone wants to write a biography about you, if you, like, die for some great cause and become famous for it and all.'

'That's a bit of a grim thing to say.'

Remus walked up behind the girl and smiled at Harry. 'Ah, Harry, I see you've met Ms. Lovegood. One of my better essay writers.'

The girl turned in her seat. 'Come now Professor Lupin, don't you mean the best essay writer, just as you're the best english teacher?'

Remus chuckled. 'Oh stop that Luna. Even if you suck up I can't give more than one hundred percent on anything you do.'

'So professor, who is this friend of yours?'

'Harry Potter, and Harry, this is Luna Lovegood.'

'Harry Potter!? You mean, you're the boy who lived?'

'What?'

A/N: Well finally did it. Finally got this chapter done. I've just been so busy with various things and had it written then lost it then found it and typed it up and wrote more and all that good mumbo jumbo. Thank you all who review, and please feel free to drop some more my way.