A/N: I am so sorry it has taken this long to update. So, I'm giving you the next three chapters, quite possibly four depending on if I get nine proofed. Please forgive me, I hope things will be updated quicker but with tax season approaching, I can't promise anything. Just know, I haven't abandoned my stores.

Chapter Six

Harry spent the remainder of his Friday afternoon with Sev. They went over potions principles that he'd need for his NEWTS, thus keeping Sev calm enough to send him to dinner in the Great Hall.

"Will you be attending dinner in the hall?" inquired Sev at the door.

Harry shook his head, "No, I've other plans for this evening."

"And does the Headmaster know of these plans?"

"Indirectly, yes," Harry replied with a smirk.

Sev arched an eyebrow and merely received one in return, knowing he'd not get another answer. As he walked away, Sev couldn't help but wonder, 'What in the bloody hell is that boy up to now?'

Harry laughed quietly to himself as he shut the door.

"Dobby," Harry called out.

Dobby, the over-exuberant house elf, popped into Harry's room.

"Mr. Harry Potter, sir. Dobby is being happy to be seeing you, sir. What can Dobby do for Mr. Harry Potter tonight?"

"I need a dinner for two," Harry started.

Dobby bounced excitedly, "You is dating someone Harry Potter, sir. Dobby make nice for you."

"Yes, Dobby, I have a date. Now if you'd calm down for a minute, I'll give you my order." Dobby waited but remained bouncing. Harry gave his order and specific instructions for time and setting.

Dobby nodded enthusiastically and popped out of the room.

Harry shook his head as he headed for his bathroom. He let the hot water slide over his skin in streaming rivulets. He'd leave off all his glamours tonight and allow Draco see him fully. Well, depending on how far their evening progresses.

Harry was brushing his hair as he heard two distinct pops of the house elves. He padded into the living room barefoot to see what was going on. He spied on Dobby and Winky from the doorway.

They were preparing his small dining table with a white linen cloth, a vase of blood red roses, candles and a very faint strain of music could be heard as well.

Dobby turned and spied a very amused Harry Potter in the doorway, "Harry Potter is looking good, sir. Your dinner is almost done too sir as asked of Dobby, sir. Dobby is happy to help Harry Potter, sir. Harry Potter helped Dobby and now Dobby helps Harry Potter, sir."

Harry pushed off the doorjamb with an easy grace, "Dobby, calm down. I was happy to help you and I thank you for helping me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must finish getting ready."

Dobby returned to his tasks of setting up the room as Harry returned to his bedroom.

Standing in front of his mirror, Harry resumed brushing his hair while taking stock of himself. He tried to see the heartthrob that the whole of the wizarding world seemed to see. He couldn't see it, sure he thought he was decent looking, slightly handsome with a good body but 'the number one hottest wizard in the wizarding world' as the Daily Prophet dubbed him a few months ago.

Much to Harry's amazement, the portrait over his mantle fox whistled at him. He turned and looked at it with incredulity, "You four should be ashamed."

Hogwart's founding fathers, so to speak, stared back sheepishly. They turned to a conversation amongst themselves.

Rowena Ravenclaw grinned, "New occupant is Harry Potter. He's right fit."

Salazar Slytherin put in his two cents, "Damn fine looking man. Broad shoulders, rugged good looks…"

Followed by Godric Gryffindor's, "Absolutely gorgeous. And wizarding world's hero."

Helga Hufflepuff couldn't be out done, "And dreamy. Plus did you see him when he emerged from the bath naked?"

This spurned comments on his physique from all four occupants of the frame. These caused Harry to blush. 'Nice arse.' 'Great Drawings' 'Metal bolts and rings could make things interesting.' 'Ab muscles to bounce galleons off of' and the like.

"Ugh, I'm going to have to cover your portrait," Harry exclaimed.

This brought exclaims of displeasure from the founders.

Harry relented, "Fine, I won't cover you but you have to promise what you see in here, stays in here."

He got nods and murmurs of agreement from all four founders. "Thank you."

Harry finished getting ready but remained barefoot to leave a relaxed air to the night. He padded out to his sitting room to see Dobby and Winky setting up the dinner as Draco was due to arrive at any moment. Winky popped out before noticing Harry had entered.

"Everything looks great, Dobby. Thank you," Harry said.

"Harry Potter, sir, is looking good too. Mr. Harry's date should be impressed sir," Dobby gushed.

Harry blushed lightly but couldn't offer his thanks. Dobby heard the knock on the door and popped out hastily. Harry chuckled lightly as he headed for his door.

Draco stepped through when Harry pushed it open. He stared at his boyfriend openly, "Wow! You look amazing."

Harry smiled, "Thanks, as do you." He couldn't stand it any longer, so he reached out, pulling Draco to him, planting a soft kiss on the blonde's lips, eliciting a small moan.

Harry broke the kiss much earlier than Draco had preferred. "Dinner's already served."

Harry pulled out Draco's chair, much to Draco's amusement before seating himself. He uncovered the dishes and waited for his opinion.

Draco's eyes grew large as he saw the table. A dinner of braised beef, asparagus, sweet rolls, baby potatoes roasted with garlic and dill and a foreign green leafy vegetable. "What's that?"

Harry chuckled, "Broccoli rabe. It's tart, rather bitter but the lemon cuts it nicely. I was introduced to it when Sev and I were on hols in Italy after the war."

Draco shook his head, "I just can't get over the thought of you with Uncle Sev. I know he's not as bad as he seems in class but this merely boggles the mind."

Harry laughed, "I'm aware of how odd this may seem for you. Truth of the matter is that I truly cared for Sev. He's not the man I imagined, for that, I'm grateful. Now enough about my sordid past. Would you like to try some broccoli rabe?"

Draco eyed the vegetable warily, "Only if you fix it for me properly." Harry nodded and prepared the greens. Draco's face was priceless at first taste. "Oh Gods, that's bitter."

"That's my first reaction too. It takes some getting used to but after that, it's great."

Draco looked doubtful but didn't say anything. Instead he changed conversation topics, "You aren't playing Quidditch this year, are you?"

"No, I'm not officially a student. Nor am I a teacher, per se. I'm kind of in limbo at the moment. So Ginny will remain Gryffindor seeker and I'll watch from the stands."

Dinner finished with a variety of safe topics, such as school, friends, Draco's classes and the like.

"Why don't we retire to the couch for some TV and a cuddle?"

"Honest, aren't we?"

"Would you rather I beat around the bush, play idiotic sneak attacks for you to end up where I want you from the start?"

"Since you put it that way…"

Harry cut him off, "Unless you don't want to end up in my lap with me snogging you senseless."

Draco blushed lightly, "Couldn't think of a place I'd like to be more tonight."

They settled in on the couch with Draco draped across his lap.

Harry flicked on the television and found some inane program to provide background noise.

It started innocently enough, a gentle caress, a small kiss and then it turned into something more. The kisses became longer and harder with fevered hands roaming. Both young men panting in desire. Clothes clung to slightly sweat slicked bodies.

Harry broke the kiss and tilted away from the delectable blonde, "You are very hard to resist, Mr. Malfoy."

Draco smirked, "You're rather tempting yourself, Professor."

The admissions brought on a new round of snogging. Harry broke the lip lock to trail teasing kisses over Draco's jaw and up to his ear.

Draco shifted his position so he was straddling Harry's hips, bring attention to two very hard erections.

The young men were getting lost in a cloud of lust, rocking themselves together through cloth.

Harry began to reach for Draco's belt when a noise brought him back to planet Earth.

Harry groaned, "Damn, someone's at the door."

Draco slid off Harry's lap, "Should I?"

"Bedroom. I'll come and get you as soon as I kill whoever is on the other side of that portrait."

Draco chuckled lightly, "Don't kill. Killing gets you Azkaban, merely maim."

Harry pressed a chaste kiss to Draco's lips, "As you wish."

Harry watched his bedroom door close before pushing open the portrait.

A very brave second year Ravenclaw was waiting, "Professor Potter, the headmaster requires your presence in his office, sir."

"Fine, tell the headmaster I will be along shortly."

"But he said not to leave without you, sir," the student tried again.

Harry leveled a glare that could would have made Sev proud before responding, "I don't really care. Tell him I'm slightly busy and will be there as soon as possible."

Harry closed the door before the boy could get another word out. He leaned against the wall for a moment before heading into his bedroom.

Blonde is worked up and in our bed…

And?

Quickie before Dumbledore?

NO!

But…

No, Draco's first time should be special. Not some quick fuck in between meetings.

You're turning into a romantic and I don't much care for it.

Then shut up.

No can do loverboy.

Do I look like a cheesy hair band from the 80's?

Huh?

Pretty sad when my own mind doesn't get that.

Harry stopped his inner dialogue as he pushed open the door. He chuckled as he witnessed Draco in a conversation with his portrait.

"I'm not leaving," Draco said stubbornly.

"You haven't been given permission, young man," Rowena replied haughtily.

"He's one of mine," Salazar claimed.

"Enough said on that point. Once a snake, always a snake," Godric retorted.

"Hey…" Draco said, sounding offended.

Harry pushed himself through the doorway and into the room. He approached the enraged blonde and wrapped his arms around his waist.

Draco jumped lightly at the sudden touch of his boyfriend. "Your painting is insulting."

Harry looked up, "Draco's welcome in here anytime. If you don't behave, I'll remove you to Dumbledore's bath."

The painted figures started to mumble their apologies to both young men as they turned to leave the room.

"Sorry, they're a little high spirited," Harry said.

"Who was at the door?" inquired Draco.

"Dumbledore sent a student to fetch me. He requested or rather demanded a meeting."

Draco shrugged, "Guess you'd better go then."

Harry smiled thinly, "I'd rather stay here with you."

"I've got my first detention in a half hour anyway," Draco reminded him.

"That's right. Sorry but Sev said he needed your help tomorrow and I can't steal you."

Draco nodded, "At least you tried."

Harry kissed Draco lightly before releasing him into the hall.

Hedwig was waiting for him when he returned from an absolutely pointless meeting with the old codger.

Harry untied the letter and gave her some treats. He smiled fondly as she nipped at his fingers affectionately.

Harry,

Help me! I'm going mad here! Please come as soon as you can! I really, really need you…

Remi

Harry cursed quickly. He went to fire call Sev to inform him of where he'd be in case anyone came looking for him. Then he flooed to his residence in Godric's Hollow.

"Remi," Harry called out.

Harry found Remus on the back porch with half a bottle of fire whiskey and a shot glass.

"Remi, how much have you had?"

"New bottle," the wolf slurred.

"Damn it, Remi. You know you aren't supposed to drink," Harry admonished as he cast a sober up charm.

"Now tell me why?"

"I love Severus," replied the wolf.

"And this is a bad thing?"

"No but he doesn't want a future, he wants a now," Remus replied reasonably.
"Once again, a bad thing?"

"Yes, it's a bad thing. I want him to want to marry me, bond with me, love me forever," the wolf complained.

Harry smiled sadly at his surrogate godfather, "Oh Remi, Sev does love you but he's scared you'll reject him. That sobering charm obviously didn't work. Let's get some sleep and we'll talk more in the morning."

Remus stood shakily and let Harry lead him to his bedroom, "Will you sleep with me tonight, pup?"

Harry nodded and kicked off his sandals, "Sure, Remi." He shrugged out of his shirt before lying next to the man.

The weekend flew by while Harry was at Godric's Hollow. He returned to a very anxious potions master in his sitting room on Sunday night.

"How's my wolf?"

"He's okay. A little confused."

"Harry, I love him. I know that now."

"I'm sure you do, Sev. I hate to do this but I'm knackered. Can we finish this conversation in the morning," Harry fairly begged.

Severus pulled Harry into a hug, "May I sleep here tonight?"

Harry nodded, "I'd like that."

The friends went into the bedroom, changed and crawled into bed, falling asleep almost instantly.

Monday came and went in a flurry of classes, homework and calming Sev down, again. He was awaiting Remi's owl with the patience of a five-year-old on Christmas morning.

Tuesday wasn't as peaceful. The morning classes flew by, lunch was quiet since Harry spent it in his classroom grading papers. The last five minutes of lunch made his day seem extremely long.

Three shadows crossed his desk together. Harry looked up to see his two best friends and Ginny.

"Can I help you?"

"We want answers," answered Hermione.

"For what?"

"About the war."

Harry sighed and set his quill on his desk before responding. He sat back and assessed the teens before him.

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