The e-mail said the same for both of them. "You have the pleasure of being one of the two students interviewing the notable poet Tom Black at one pm on the fourth of November in the conference room of the Stephen Chan Library. Do not be late, your professors will be notified."

Draco was early, he always was, but it was twelve-fifty-five and no Tom Black or the other student. Twelve-fifty-eight and in rushed Harry. "Sorry I'm late, I - " He chuckled. "Well, thank god".

Draco laughed, "Still can't be on time, eh?"

"Guess not."

"I guess Mr. Black isn't puntual, either."

A voice from behind them made them both jump. "Actually, yes, he is."

"Sirius!" the boys cried and rushed to hug him.

After their interview with Sirius, the two boys asked to meet him for dinner. It turned into a routine. Harry and Draco would go running together every morning, share breakfast at either boy's appartment, or sometimes a coffee shop, and then head off to their classes. After their seminar with "Tom" the three would go out for dinner, or one would experiment. But one evening, the seminar ran late, and neither boy felt like cooking dinner, and Sirius didn't feel like a sit-down dinner.

They were lounging in Harry's living room. Harry and Draco were sprawled on the carpet, occasionally rousing the energy to smack the other out of their space, and Sirius was draped across the couch.

"I'm hungry,"Draco complained.

"Then, go cook us dinner,"Harry suggested.

"Why don't you do it?" Draco quipped.

Harry let his head loll to the right to mock-glare at the blonde, "You're the better cook. Go make us something yummy."

"Can't. Too comfy."

Harry stuck his tongue out at him. "Now, that was mature," Sirius quipped.

The three lapsed into silence.

"I'm hungry,"Draco whined.

"Then cook us dinner," Harry whined back.

"Can't. Too comfy."

once more Harry stuck his tongue out at the blonde.

"Best watch where you stick that thing, someone might bite it."

"Boys..." Sirius tried not to laugh.

The boys turned their attention to him. "Huh?"

Sirius sighed. "Never mind."

Silence overtook them again.

"How about we walk down to the BK. It's only a block..." Sirius suggested.

"Can't. Too Comfy," Harry and Draco said together.

"You know, sometimes you two scare me."

Harry shrugged and Draco raised his eyebrows.

"Why don't you go down for us, Siri?" Harry suggested.

"Can't. Too Comfy."

Both boys stuck their tongues out at Sirius and proceeded to pout.

After afew moments of staring at the two perfected puppy faces, Sirius gave in. "Alright," he sighed as he pushed himself up from the couch and pulled on his shoes, "but you two owe me big time."

The boys remained on the floor, not moving - thinking, planning their final term papers. Harry managed to pull together enough energy to sit up and lean against the couch. Draco followed suit a few moments after. "Think Dr. Kemler'll let me do a constuctional analysis of King Lear using Poetics and The Rhetoric?" Harry asked suddenly.

"Knowing Kemler, he'll love it - if it's done well. That's for your Philosophy final?"

"Yeah. What about your Chem final, what're you doing for that?"

"It's actually a combination of my Chem and my Education, I'm teaching a seminar on the chemical properties of alcohol, but I have to do a break down of it, and write a report, not only on my findings, but also on the seminar."

"Over-acheiver."

"Poetics? Most Philosophy majors stay the hell away from Aristotle."

Harry shrugged. "I like him."

"What about your Creative Writing final?"

"I'm writing a two-part, full length play. And giving it to one of the Theatre majors to direct for their final. Probably Cindy. How 'bout yours?"

"Cindy'd be a good choice, she's dedicated, creative, and smart. I've been writing a novel for mine, actually."

"You know, I kind of have to pity our advisors."

"Yeah..." They lapsed into silence. "I'm hungry..."

"Oh, for fuck's sake, eat me!" Harry exclaimed in exasperation. Draco quirked an eyebrow, then a wicked grin took over his face. "Uh-oh," Harry squeaked. "I was joking, mate..."

This only made Draco's grin grow wider and, if it were possible, more evil as he slowly crawled onto Harry's lap. "Um... What are you doing?"

"Seeing if you taste different..." Draco's eyes had a playful, yet cautious light to them as his face slowly drew nearer to Harry's. He tilted his head and closed his eyes and his lips brushed those of the raven-haired boy. He brought one hand up to Harry's neck drawing him nearer, running the other through Harry's hair, loosening the the tie holding his unruly mop at the base of his neck. Harry's hands automatically went to Draco's back, pulling him closer, still. When they parted, Harry sighed and leaned his head back against the seat of the couch. "God, I missed you, Dragon. How I missed you."

Draco sat sideways on Harry's lap, and leaned his head against his shoulder. "I missed you too, Kitten."

Half an hour later, they were awoken by the sound of laughter - the laughter of two people. Both boys jumped up, pulling their wands from hidden pockets and turning on their intruders before realizing it was Sirius and...

"Remus!" the boys gasped together.

Remus grinned at the two boys now tucking away their wands and murmured, "That was a sight I thought I'd never see again."

"What?" Harry and Draco said together.

"You two cuddling. You know you could actually gage how bad a battle had been by how long you two were stuck together on the couch in headquarters?"

"Is that true Siri?" Harry asked.

Siriusnodded. "Until the last one, yes."

"Oh..."

Draco took a step toward Harry and wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him close. Harry did not resist, in fact, he leaned into Draco's shoulder. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Hush, baby, we can talk about that later."

Harry nodded and shifted his eyes to his two old professors. "What's going on in the Wizarding world anyway?" Both men shifted uncomfortably. "What?"

"I haven't been back since the final battle, Harry," Sirius admitted. "I suppose it was cowardly, but I didn't want to go through the coming out as a normal wizard after they caught Pettigrew."

Harry turned to Remus. "I lost my magic after Severus cured me. I didn't see any other choice."

Harry looked up at his lover from days gone by, "Draco?"

"I also left after the final battle. I figured you would stay. I couldn't bear seeing you silent, or being pushed away from you anymore."

"Well, aren't we all just a bunch of cowards."

"What do you mean?"

"We all ran away from, or tried to run away from, our problems."

"You seem to have conquered yours," Remusspat. "You're actually talking now."

"He has a point," Sirius agreed with a glare.

"Out." Harry growled. "Both of you. Get out. Now."