A/N: Visions of you on a motorcycle drive-by, the cigarette ash flies in your eyes and you don't mind, you smile and say the world doesn't fit with you. I don't believe you; you were so serene, careening through the universe, your axis on a tilt. You're guiltless and free, I hope you take a piece of me with you… Motorcycle Drive-By –Third Eye Blind

However comma someone told me I should put more 'meat' in my chapters and my question is simple. Do you want chicken or lamb? Onto my next chapter of Brokeback Hogwarts.

Last Chapter: Harry and Gregory are acting awkward around each other and Crabbe begins to suspect something… Crabbe asks Ronald Weasley for help to figure it out…

During the second week of their sixth year at Hogwarts the days seemed to drift hazily away as Harry and Gregory continued to act in an awkward manner toward one another in their classes. Most notably in Care of Magical Creatures while under the blunt, scrutinizing eyes of Vincent Crabbe. The time they spent together outside of classes seemed idyllic enough for the two young men, but they secretly longed to talk about the awkward feelings they expressed during their lessons. Trying to find a time and place to discuss their feelings was becoming increasingly hard because Ron or Crabbe would often make their presence fully known around the young lovers at every chance.

Harry had hoped that his tutoring sessions with Gregory would provide them with the privacy required to discuss the sordid mess their relationship was falling into but Ron had taken a sudden liking to the Library. With no time alone, except what they had during Divination, the conversation never presented itself an opportunity to be had. Harry began to feel a weight settle on his shoulders, boring into him a feeling of near hopelessness. Gregory noticed the distress that his lover was feeling, but never asked and soon the relationship that had began as a secret, guarded against everyone else, became a secret to the young men as well.

Seeming to add to their near hopeless feeling of lost conversations was the pressure being applied upon them by their housemates at the upcoming Quidditch match, Slytherin versus Gryffindor. Indeed Gregory and Harry were still spending as much time together as possible, but the physicality of their relationship was becoming almost non-existent. During one tutoring session, this one being chaperoned by Ron, Gregory finally had all that he could take.

"Harry, could you help me find a book over here please." Gregory said curtly to Harry, pointing in the direction of the Transfiguration section of the Library. Harry nodded silently, feeling the anger coercing itself from Gregory. When they felt that they were a safe distance from Ron, who was watching their movement away from the table, Gregory withdrew his wand and without being seen cast a silence spell around them so they could speak without being bothered for a few moments. "What the bloody hell is wrong with you Harry? These last few weeks you've been so distant from me. You don't even touch me anymore?" Gregory was furious, and what his tone did not convey the deadly glare on his face made his displeasure known.

"Me? You're the one being distant Gregory." Harry began impatiently, "I don't know what's going on between us anymore. You hardly talk to me anymore. It's like… we're not relating to one another at all? What's going on with you?" Harry wasn't angry, more confused than anything else. Surely they were in this situation together, shouldn't they be working together to sort it out, not blaming one another for causing it.

"Harry, I can't believe you think this is my fault. I'm trying as hard as I can, but our friends won't give us any space. I feel like their trying to pry us apart, although they've no idea what their doing because they don't even know anything…" Gregory had finally brought their feelings to the surface. "We've hugged once in the last two weeks, and even that seemed… I don't know…" Gregory's anger was dissolving into gloom. He put a hand on Harry's shoulder. "What's happening to us?"

Harry didn't know what to say. "What are we fighting about Greg?" Harry managed to get out, grateful for finally feeling a warm touch. "You're mad that we're not close enough, I'm upset that we're not close enough. What's happening to us? Is it about the match? Because you know I'm going to do my best…" Harry couldn't continue because he almost felt like crying. Why were their friends trying to tear them apart when they didn't even know? "I thought we said we wouldn't let this happen? That we would act normally around one another, and just let this be what it is?" Harry looked away from Gregory toward Ron, who was pretending to read his notes.

"I can't take this anymore to-night. I'm going to bed." Gregory said withdrawing his arm from Harry's shoulder. "I'll see you tomorrow in Divination…" With that said Gregory walked away from Harry and gathered his things, departing from the Library very abruptly. Harry was disheveled by this sudden turn of events and stormed over to where Ron was sitting. Ron noticed the livid behavior and was secretly happy to have the old Harry back.

"Ron, do you have to attend every tutoring we have!" Harry screamed at his best friend, although he would have much rather hexed Ron at that moment. Ron was aghast with shock, but had no chance to respond because Madam Pince was asking Harry to leave for the night due to his screaming. Harry fumed as he gathered his things and stormed out of the Library, his fury saturating the air around him. Ron wondered why Harry would be so mad that he was studying, even though he really hadn't been. Wasn't he supposed to be Harry's best friend? This wasn't right; Harry wasn't supposed to be mad at him for being around. What was the real issue? Ron was becoming more curious everyday.

Harry eventually found himself calming down in one of the seventh floor corridors as he made his way to Gryffindor tower. He had to talk to Hermione, because she would know what to do. When he found her, she was knitting a tea cozy over a very large book, Crookshanks curled up at her feet. Hermione only needed to glance at Harry to feel his fury. Wondering what had happened, she beckoned for Harry to join her on the couch. Sitting next to her, Harry began to tell Hermione about the events of the past few weeks, most of which she already knew.

"Harry, I warned you this could happen. You two need to be less cautious, I mean, Ron has been asking me what was going on between you two because he has no idea, but someone seems to have planted the insane idea that something is going on." Hermione confided with Harry very cautiously, not wishing to further anger him. Whatever good intention she may have had was completely lost on him though. Harry's anger seemed to be renewed at the mention of Ron's name. Flying off the handle, rampaging his thoughts wildly into the common room, Harry stumbled through a list of obscenities so profane that several first years cringed at hearing them and hurriedly scurried off to their dormitories in order to avoid The-Boy-who-lived-to-swear. When Harry had finished, and after a now very irritated Hermione chastised him about his language around the first years, she settled into a more comfortable candor about Harry's relationship. "What you might want to do is stop feeling sorry about this situation and just change it. Merlin, Harry, nothing's going to change your world but you!" Hermione pointed out, pressing her firm maturity into Harry's mind.

Considering what she had said, Harry formed a wild and careless plan in his head. If he and Gregory were feeling as though physical affection were absent in their relationship, he was going to change that, hoping Gregory wouldn't get mad. His plan was simple and he would put it into motion after breakfast that following morning. It was reckless and completely worthy, in his mind, of the Marauder's.

The next morning was terribly grey outside. Dark clouds had settled over the sky in place of the bright morning sky. The grey outside completely reflected what Harry had been feeling on the inside and he made up his mind that he was no longer going to feel as though the weight of the world was resting on his shoulders. Digging into his breakfast with a fervor equaling Ron's, he considered exactly how he was going to enact his plan.

On the mornings that Harry and Gregory had Divination, Ron had taken to escorting them to the Divination tower. This was completely unnecessary because Gryffindor tower was on the other side of the castle. When Harry rose to depart for his morning class, Ron rose to join him, but today Harry was not going to accept his company.

"Ron, if you wanted to be in Divination you could have kept on with the class as well." Harry stiffly told his friend. "More to the point, I think I'll be fine this morning." Harry said as he walked away, leaving the Great Hall before Ron had a chance to speak. Left speechless, Ron was in awe that Harry would say that to him. Hermione took this opportunity to give Ron a hug before going off to her first lesson. The hug went unnoticed and it was then Hermione's turn to storm away from Ron.

Harry noticed him walking to the Divination tower by himself looking completely crestfallen. Walking quickly to catch up, Harry looked around to see if anyone was looking and placed a little kiss on Gregory's cheek. Overcome with the fear that someone had seen this, Gregory looked around to see if anyone had noticed only to find that no one had. His face growing red, Gregory smiled and thanked Harry. They walked together not saying much. Very suddenly Harry grabbed Gregory by the hand and pulled him behind a tapestry that led to one of Harry's secret passageways. Pressing Gregory against a wall, he pressed their lips together in a passionate kiss.

This kiss was not quite like what they had experienced before, but it was spontaneous and the whim was greatly appreciated. Returning the kiss with an eagerness born from their lack of affection Gregory softly moaned as they kissed. In that moment their bliss returned, as though they hadn't spent the last two weeks all but avoiding one another. Embracing one another gratefully, they simply held on not wanting to let go. After several minutes, they continued their walk to Divination smiling graciously. They arrived a few minutes late, but Professor Trelawney did not notice because she was busy telling the class about a particularly grim vision she had had about someone's upcoming and rather painful demise.

Sitting together, their bodies almost seemed to meld into one. They went through the entire lesson completely wrapped in their happiness, not wanting to let go. There was no fear between them that someone would notice their renewed closeness. Bliss was the word of the morning and they were not going to change that. They had spent two weeks worried that someone would find them out and they now almost wished that someone would, despite the problems it could cause.

After Divination, while walking to Professor Flitwick's class for Charms they spoke quietly about this new development until Ron caught up with them, abruptly interrupting their low toned conversation. They greeted Ron in turn and then the three walked to their lesson now enveloped in their own thoughts. Harry thought of their shared kiss; Gregory thought of their shared closeness; Ron wondering what had happened that made Harry less mad. The developments happening around Ron were something that confused him, not only because he had no idea what was going on, but also because everyone seemed to be incredibly moody. Ron wanted to know why.

As the week moved on, the awkwardness between Harry and Gregory had dissipated. Noting this change, Crabbe now wondered what the hell was going on. When Harry and Gregory had been acting strange around one another during his presence that had been weird enough, but this new friendliness between the two of them was creepy. They seemed to agree on everything they did during Care of Magical Creatures, even when their agreement saw the two of them getting bit by a Stream Pixie. If you've ever been bitten by a Stream Pixie you might understand, as the little monsters tend to chew as they bite causing an extreme annoyance around the laceration. The two boys seemed unfazed and Crabbe was at a loss as to why.

Crabbe decided that he needed to meet with Weasley once again to see if he knew anything. Weasley was supposed to be monitoring their time in the Library during their supposedly tutoring sessions. Was the Weasel backing out on their agreement to find out what was happening?

Ron also noted the change in their demeanor, as immediately as the night after Gregory had stormed out of the Library. Harry had not only asked Ron if he was coming to study, but Harry had explicitly asked him for help with the subject matter. By Thursday, two days before the Quidditch match, Ron was bewildered and wondered why he had begun to spy on them in the first place. Ron knew that he and Crabbe had to regroup and come up with a new plan for figuring their friends out. Even if nothing was amiss, Ron wanted to find out why everyone was going completely insane around him.

On Thursday afternoon, Ron had decided that he try to talk to Crabbe during DADA. This proved to be very difficult because Ron had no intention of walking up to a group of Slytherin's, two days before a Quidditch match, just to ask one of them to talk to him. Professor Snape didn't make his task any easier. Lecturing the class on Vampire's and the effects of the Vampire Bite, Snape demanded the attention of every student in his class. Ron felt defeated; he and Crabbe had not spoken much in the last two weeks, and he was sure this new development required a small discussion.

Until Ron, while thinking of a way to pass a message to someone secretly, remembered when Malfoy had sent the paper plane message to Harry a few years previous. He also remembered his dad talking about using enchanted paper air planes to pass messages at the Ministry of Magic. Quickly scrawling a short note, Ron tried to remember what the spell was that made the planes fly. Remembering vaguely the spell, Ron knew it was worth a try. Flicking his wand toward Crabbe while Professor Snape was describing, in great detail, the effects of a Vampire's Mist when inhaled, Ron sent his message. Landing gracefully on Crabbe desk, unnoticed by anyone because of the gruesome detail Professor Snape was elaborating on; Ron's message was received and read. Ron and Crabbe would meet that evening on the Quidditch pitch after dinner.

After dinner, Harry met Gregory in the Library for tutoring and study. They were surprised that Ron was not joining them; barely containing their joy at his absence, they settled into a quaint study session. Completely unsure how long their luck would last, Harry and Gregory took a few minutes to lose themselves in the back bookshelves where no one was around. Once alone, they embraced genuinely and Harry rested his head on Gregory's shoulder. Gregory ran his chubby fingers through Harry's soft, dark hair. Enraptured in their own bliss for the time being, they held on for awhile not wanting their moment to end. If the two only knew what their best friends were doing at that very moment, they would have been thoroughly appalled.

The sky was darkening as Ronald Weasley kicked off the ground on his broom. The cool, crisp autumn air was refreshing as it blew through his hair. Flying once around the Quidditch pitch, he wondered if Crabbe was actually going to show up. Roughly fifteen minutes later the large young man appeared in the air nearing Ron. Not slowing as he approached his partner in crime but seeming to tell Ron to fly with him as they talked. Taking the notion as a challenge Ron joined him.

"What did you find out Weasley?" Crabbe spoke first. Ron had wanted to tell Crabbe that he hadn't found anything at all, and that the plan to figure it out was stupid. Somehow Ron bit his tongue from saying that and answered the question.

"Something's changed and now they're happy, not acting so weird around each other anymore. I think they're completely nutters…" Ron injected his point of view, using the appropriate hand motions to amplify what he was saying.

"I know that." Crabbe grunted, fully annoyed that Weasley had arranged a meeting to tell him just that. "You didn't find anything out at all?"

"Well, it's not like our plan has us doing anything. Why don't we just ask them?" Ron asked Crabbe simply. He had a point, if their friends had something going on between them and they asked, wouldn't they just tell them? Crabbe considered this for a moment.

Fear has a funny way of affecting people though. In this case, these two feared losing their friends, even though mounting evidence was pointing out to them that their friends were sticking with them. This fear drove Ron to get closer to Harry until his best friend had yelled at him two days before. Crabbe had received a similar treatment that same night when Gregory had come into their dormitory. Then as suddenly as the anger came, it was gone. This was a change that Ron and Crabbe were beginning to fear. Were their friends being extra nice just before telling them to leave them alone permanently? Ron and Crabbe were experiencing a conundrum like none they had ever faced before. If they didn't act fast, they might lose their best friends.

"No, we won't just ask them." Crabbe finally grunted at Ron. "Maybe we should have someone else spy on them for us? Like… second or third years. Potter has some sort of fan club, being the 'chosen one' y'know." Crabbe smiled at his own brilliance. This would work, because Crabbe had the feeling that Harry and Gregory were watching him watch them; the added bonus of possibly starving Gregory of his presence in the hope of making Gregory want his friend around more.

Ron flagrantly disagreed with Crabbe's plan, telling him that it was stupid and could never work. If their friends ever found out; Ron didn't want to think what Harry would do to him if he found out. Assuring Ron stoutly that their friends would never find out, Crabbe flew away into the hazy mist of the twilight.