Well, here 's chapter 3. hope you like it. lemme know what you think. And thanks for the reviews! keep them coming!

Chapter 3- Hungry like the wolf

Harry sat in DADA pondering about how the week had carried out. Monday was interesting; the whole Half-Blood prince thing was still getting to him. When he and Remus had went to talk to Dumbledore, the old man had at least pretended to not know of such a prince. After the meeting they had eaten in Remus' rooms. It was a lovely meal, with Remus playing cabana boy. Harry didn't have to lift a finger and he like it. He even got a hell of a good massage out of the deal.

"You seem so tense, cub," Remus said, standing behind Harry who was sitting on the couch.

"Yeah, it's been a along day, ya know?"

"Yeah, I know." Remus rested his hands on the young man's shoulders and began to rub small circles into the tense muscles.

Harry leaned back and expelled a soft moan. The little noise hit Remus hard, literally. He started to get nervous. Not because he was touching Harry, not even because he was getting him to make such lovely noises. It was because he wasn't disturbed and that he was enjoying the noises more then he should. Every little moan made Remus feel lighter, and even a bit light headed.

"Oh, Remi… Don't stop…"

Oh no…that did it. Heaven save this poor werewolf's soul. Remus leaned down so Harry's hair was tickling his neck. He could feel the heat radiating off of his body. He moved his hands down so they could work on Harry's tense arms. The boy had more muscle than he let on. Damn those baggy clothes. Now was the perfect time to call on the power of Sirius. Here goes nothing.

"Harry, I'm having trouble getting to your lower back. Can you scootch forward a bit?"

"Yeah okay."

Harry scooted forward until he was at the edge of the couch. Remus jumped over the back and sat behind Harry with a leg on either side of the boy. Harry leaned back on impulse and made himself comfortable. Remus continued on with his work, needing his fingers into every muscle he could find.

Harry continued to think about the massage until a note hit him in the arm. He looked down and noticed that it was from Blaise. He had been insanely sweet to Harry the whole week. Flowers were delivered to him on Tuesday, which was a complete shock, seeing as Harry didn't even know Blaise was capable of such a thing. A poem on Wednesday, chocolate on Thursday. Now here on Friday we was getting a secret note. Maybe another poem? No, it wasn't like Blaise to do things twice. He unfolded it to reveal Blaise's loopy handwriting.

Harry, Love

Meet me in my room at 7:30. I have something insanely important to tell you. Don't eat in the great hall, I have something planned for tonight.

Love,

Blaise

Harry didn't know what to think. Something important. Not just important, something insanely important. What could it be? Love, he called him love. He had never done that before. Then this Love, Blaise business. Was he going to say he loved him? Oh wow. Harry was to excited. Love. He had never been loved. At least he didn't think he was. That would explain all the wonderful things from the week. Yet not all of those things were from Blaise.

Harry's mind reverted back to Remus and that Wednesday. The day before had been filled with playful bantering, and play fighting. Harry always liked a good row. He and Remus had spent the whole day doing that. Then Wednesday brought the complete opposite. Remus had smothered Harry was warm hugs and soft touches. Hermione thought something odd was happening. She confronted him in the hall after lunch.

"Harry, is something going on with you and Professor Lupin?"

"What do you mean?"

"He put his hand on your back when he left."

"So."

"It was the small of your back."

"Yeah….so…"

"Granger, change in plans for the meeting, it'll have to be at 7 tonight. That alright?" Draco Malfoy said as he walked out of the great hall.

"Yeah, that's fine with me," She said tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Excellent, see you then." Malfoy slightly smiled and turned away.

Now Harry was no idiot and was more observant than people thought. Even though he's completely clueless when it comes to himself, he notices a lot when it comes to other people. They were flirting. At to say he didn't notice how Hermione got all glammed up for meetings would have been a lie; of course Ron didn't notice.

"So, what's going on there?"

"Nothing, just a meeting."

"Oh, sure. No mudblood, no Gryffindork. Wow. I think he's in love."

"Oh Harry you have lost your mind."

"You know, you can tell me."

She smiled and nodded. "There's nothing to tell….yet." She blushed.

Just then, Remus came up with Ron and broke up the conversation Harry and Hermione were having. The young lady shook her had as if to say 'don't tell Ron.' Harry nodded. Ron walked up to his girlfriend and patted her on the back. How romantic. Harry could see why Hermione would like someone like Malfoy. He seemed to be loosing his cold exterior a bit for her, and something like that would have meant the world to Hermione. A little attention paid to her for being a pretty girl and not a best friend. Remus leaned in close to Harry and whispered into his ear about Ron was absolutely clueless. He was so close that Harry could smell his cologne and feel his breath. Harry couldn't help but giggle. He saw the look Hermione was giving him and suck his tongue out at her.

The bell rang, signaling the end of class. Harry jumped up and grabbed the note and stuffed it in his pocket. He had to get ready. This was going to be great. He didn't know if he loved Blaise but he wanted to show him he cared. He packed up his things and looked for Remus to say goodbye. He saw him chatting with a student. He caught his eye and waved. Remus smiled sweetly at him and winked. Harry dramatically blew him a kiss and dashed out of the classroom. What he didn't know was that Blaise had seen the whole thing, and that he was worried sick. He knew Remus had kept his word, but he had noticed that he and Harry weren't what you would call 'completely platonic'.

Somewhere in Russia

"It is time zat I send you to find heem."

"Are you sure, Father?"

"Yes, I do not believe I can survive zis time. It vas a miracle that I made it through ze last var. It is time he knows."

"Ver vill I find him, Father?"

"He is in England. Go to a man named Dumbledore. Tell heem you are looking for ze Prince. He vill know."

Somewhere in the British Isles

Harry made his way down to Blaise's room. He was going to be early, but not by much. He and spent the remainder of the day in his room with Ron and Hermione trying to primp himself for the occasion. He hoped he looked nice. Ginny even came in at one point of time to see what all of the hustle and bustle was. According to the young ladies he looked damn fine. He hoped so; he wanted this night to be perfect. Besides, he didn't want to die a virgin, and if that meant giving himself to Blaise, then he would. He still didn't know if he loved him, but he cared enough to be willing to do this. Something in the back of his mind was telling him that it wasn't Blaise he was meant to do it with but he pushed it back. If these three magic words were spoken, shagging would happen. Simple as that.

Blaise was in his room, preparing for Harry. He was going to tell him he loved him, and that he never wanted to make out with Justin; that it just happened. He was hoping it would work. He had gone against everything he had been taught and had fallen in love. Draco was no help either.

"You fall in love with who you fall in love with. No control over that mate, sorry."

There was a knock at the door. He jumped up and looked at the clock. He was early. But it was alright, he was ready. The sooner the better. He straightened himself out and made his way to the door. When it opened, he just wanted to slam it shut again. At the door wasn't Harry, but Justin.

"What the bloody hell are you doing here?"

"I want to see you."

"No, I told you that was a one time thing. A mistake even. Now go away."

"If you dot let me come in I'll tell Harry. And god knows your plan will be ruined if he heard it from me and not you."

"Fine." He stepped aside to let the boy in. He still had twenty minutes. Hopefully Harry wouldn't be early. "What do you want?"

"I want us the be together."

"I told you that wasn't going to happen. I'm with Harry and want to keep it that way."

"Do you really think he's going to forgive you."

"I hope he does. Even if he doesn't I want nothing to do with you."

"Why not?!"

"Because, you would be a constant reminder of what an idiot I am for loosing Harry."

A determined looked flashed across Justin's face an he lunged at Blaise. The movement was too quick for him to dodge it and ended up with Justin stuck to his face. He put his hands up and began to push him off when he heard the door open.

"Wha…?" It was Harry. He pushed Justin off with all if his might and turned to the flabbergasted Gryffindor.

"Harry… it isn't what it seems…"

"Then what it is?" Harry said, cutting off the man he so wasn't going to sleep with tonight.

"He just jumped on me, I couldn't get him off."

"Don't let him fool you Harry, this wasn't the first time."

"Oh I see how it is. Fine Blaise. I'll see you around. Have fun with your little Hufflepuff whore."

"No Harry wait!" Harry turned to look at his ex-boyfriend. He figured he'd give him the benefit of the doubt.

"I asked you here to tell you. It was only once and I regret it. I love you…"

"Save it. I don't think I'd ever be able to trust you again." With that, he turned and talked out.

Harry wanted to get out of Slytherin country as fast as possible. He was troubled. But what was troubling him was that he wasn't really that upset about Blaise. Sure he was ticked off. He had been lied to. Though he did notice how much Blaise was struggling to get Justin off, and how disgusted he looked. But still! That was besides to point. The only thing he could think to do was to go to Remus. Yes, Remus would make everything better.

Remus was trying to read the paper, but to no avail. He was worried about Harry. Well no, he was more worried about himself. Harry could take care of himself. His plan had failed. He had seen the note, and how Harry lit up when he read it. Now there he was, sulking, like some heartbroken teenager who had just been dumped. This wasn't supposed to happen. He was supposed to be curled up with Harry right now, saying sweet nothings to each other. And to make things even worse, if Blaise didn't tell him, now he didn't have the heart to. He couldn't find it in him to break Harry's heart like that. Damn Sirius and his lousy ideas.

He was just about to get up and fix himself a drink when there was a knock at that door. He got up and opened it to find Harry looking rather put off.

"Cub? What's wrong?"

"A lot. Can I come in. I know I wasn't invited…"

"You never have to be invited to come here. Now come in and tell me what's wrong."

Harry plopped himself heavily onto the couch and leaned back, resting his fingers in his forehead. Remus, forgetting the drink, sat down next to him. He waited for Harry to talk first.

"I caught Blaise kissing another guy."

"What?"

"Yeah, he invited me over and I walked in on them. He told me it had happened before but it was a mistake. And this time he was jumped on and wanted nothing to do with it. Then he said he loved me."

"Do you believe him?"

"About the cheating part.. Yeah."

"No the loving you part."

Harry sighed and rested his head on Remus' shoulder. "Yeah I kind of do. But then part of me doesn't care. Like he doesn't deserve my love in return."

"Do you love him back?"

"I don't think so. I wasn't that upset, ya know. You'd think that if I did love him I'd be really upset. But I'm not."

"Oh I see."

"Yeah, and to think I was going to let him take me tonight."

Remus felt a wave of jealousy run through him. Harry scooted closer and nuzzled his face into his neck. His close proximity wasn't helping matters.

"Oh…yo….you were?" He could barely keep his voice level. Damn jealousy.

"Yeah, but I'm glad I didn't now though. I mean, who else could he have made out with, or even slept with while we were together."

"Yeah, that's true." Remus put his arm over Harry's shoulders and pulled him in closer. Harry started talking again.

"I guess it just really made me think. I was going to do it cause I wanted to show him how I felt. But now I think I didn't feel much. I just thought I did. Whenever I thought of being happy I always thought of…" I dawned on him. He always thought of Remus when thinking of Blaise, or anything that made him happy for that matter. It was always about Remus. Sure, Blaise did things to make him happy, but he always went back to Remus.

"Thought of what, love?"

Harry lifted his head and looked into Remus' eyes. He saw concern, curiosity, love… it had always been Remus. Why hadn't he figured it out before, this whole mess could have been avoided.

"I always thought of…..you…it's always been you." Harry leaned in and pressed their lips together.

He was expecting for Remus to pull away disgusted. Thinking of him as a son and not a lover. But he didn't pull away, he leaned in. Chills ran down his spine as Remus' hand went into his hair. The kiss was ten times more explosive then any other kiss he had ever had. Those were all fast and harsh. This was slow and loving. Remus opened his mouth a bit and Harry followed suit. Tongues were introduced into each others mouths, but there was no battle for dominance. It was a slow dance, each taking turns in learning this new territory. Harry wrapped his arms around the older man's shoulders and pulled him closer yet. The kiss intensified; in feeling, not speed. They got up on their knees to press more of their torsos together. When air was needed they slowly pulled away form each other and rested their foreheads together.

"Would you like a cup of tea?" Remus asked out of breath.

"Yeah…"