A/n: Whoop here it is! An update after forever.

Kurt gave a satisfied nod as he eyed his and Hermione's handy work, "If I do say so myself, I think this might be our best work yet. There's not a chance of Buckbeak being executed with an airtight defence like this and the list of alternate solutions we drew up."

"I think we shouldn't count our chickens before they hatch," Hermione cracked her neck and yawned, "but I do admit that we've done as much as we possibly can at this point, and the rest is up to the committee."

"I personally believe that between the two of us we could manage it," Kurt smiled broadly, he had good reason to be glowing, "I think with our intellectual prowess, we could come up with some method of predicting how many of our eggs are going to hatch or alternately we could encourage hatching by controlling the incubation."

"Must you always be so difficult?" Hermione rolled her eyes and Kurt knew she didn't approve of his dramatics, "Did you have to take that analogy so far?"

"Come on," Kurt gave her the same expectant look he found he always gave her when expecting her to agree with him, "How could they possibly fault our compassion plea; Draco was simply a result of the circumstances of nature, There are witnesses that will testify to him provoking the hippogriff after being warned not to do so and the beast reacted in defence due to its natural instincts; it's the temporary insanity plea of animals."

"They couldn't argue against that because to expect any different would be to expect something outside the bounds of nature, a hippogriff doesn't possess the sentience necessary to differentiate between an actual threat or an idiot," Hermione reluctantly agreed, "and the law clearly only calls for the execution of that which knowingly harms or kills a human."

"If all else fails we could argue that Draco isn't human," Kurt shrugged.

"I don't think 'sleaze ball' is a species recognised by the Ministry for Magic," Hermione chuckled a little too loudly for Madam Pince's tastes as they earned a reproachful look from the librarian, "We should get to work on an appeal, just in case."

"If I never read another law book in my life it will be too soon," Kurt stretched, they'd been in the library breakfast and the sun was now overhead, "I now know two new things about my future; I'm not going to be a lawyer and I'm sending Mrs Weasley my measurements next year because this jumper is tight, Guess what? I didn't need Divination to figure either out."

"I think you've just grown since she last saw you," Hermione teased, tugging the jersey down over his ribs, "maybe you were half a foot shorter in August."

"Or maybe she got us mixed up because your jumper goes down to your knees," Kurt gave her a glare of death, "but this green makes my eyes pop so there isn't a chance in hell of us swapping, you know how that shade of blue washes me out."

"Yes, blue is evil in every shade except navy and cerulean but none more evil than white," Hermione rolled her eyes, "that's why you got the grey Zhivago."

"The white one made me look too pale and my eyebrows too dark," Kurt shuddered.

"You're silly," Hermione scoffed before a sombre look replaced her lacklustre smile, "you're terrible at it."

"You can't blame me for that," Kurt protested, crossing his arms defensively, "they're just really good at it."

"Missing Ron and Harry?" Ginny smiled at them as she slid into the seat opposite them.

"No," Kurt turned up his nose defiantly.

"We most certainly are not," Hermione mirrored Kurt's posture.

"Well," Ginny gave a small giggle, "they are certainly missing you."

"Really?" Kurt could feel his façade crumbling around him as he leaned forward, curiosity taking precedence over his better judgement, "what did you hear?"

"Oh, nothing special," Ginny was teasing him and the worst part was that it was working quite well, "Harry got his Firebolt back from McGonagall at lunch yesterday and they were on their way to make amends with Hermione but then Scabbers was missing and now Ron has beef with you two because he assumed that out of all the students with cats, it was Crookshanks and Bumblebeeballerina that ate his rat."

"Bomballerina," Kurt corrected.

"Why am I not surprised?" Hermione rolled her eyes, "that's just the kind of luck we're having this year."

"My luck is worse," Ginny protested, "You remember how Harry went out with Lisa Turpin earlier in the year?"

"It was like five weeks ago and she made sure to rub it in everybody's face for a good two weeks after the matter," Kurt scoffed, "I knew she was bad news."

"Yet you encouraged him to go out with her," Hermione pointed out.

"For completely different reasons," Kurt rolled his eyes, he hated how Hermione always reminded him of the missteps he wished to forget, "why do you mention it?"

"Well, you heard that they broke up because he snogged her friend Mandy," Ginny's tone remained expository but with an edge of annoyance. "right?"

"I didn't hear this," Kurt shook his head.

Hermione shot him a lopsided grin, "what happened to knowing everything?"

"You hadn't heard either," Kurt countered.

"I've been avoiding the Ravenclaw grapevine," Hermione bowed her head slightly, "I got dumped, remember? And I really liked Anthony but the last thing I want to hear is that he's with Mandy Bracklehurst."

"You won't hear that because she's been with Harry whilst he was with Lisa," Ginny's voice was calm but she was vibrating; Kurt could see why people thought he was bad with bad news, it wasn't a good look on anyone.

"Harry?" Hermione raised a brow and giggled shrilly, "Harry Potter? Our Harry?" Ginny nodded and Hermione progressed from a somewhat controlled giggle to a full bellow of laughter, "Well, I guess he's technically not our Harry anymore but he barely speaks and he managed to date two of the smartest people in our year without either finding out? They're best friends!"

"I don't understand it either," Ginny's anger was being overtaken by sadness, "Why them? I've been here and he doesn't even look at me, he looks at Luna more than he looks at me!"

"Luna actually speaks to him," Hermione pointed out, "Harry might be the boy who lived but he's no mind reader."

"Luna is also blonde," Kurt shrugged, "there's no competing with that, blondes are completely irresistible."

"Draco Malfoy is blond and I find him almost all too resistible," Hermione shook her head and shuddered at the thought.

"Yes, now that he's aged a hundred years over the summer," Kurt pointed out, "but think of when you first saw him before he started talking out the side of his neck."

Hermione was quiet for a moment and a look of disgust washed over her, "Ew, you're right. Lisa is also blond and Ron practically wet himself when she started talking to him."

"You two aren't making me feel better," Ginny scoffed.

"Were we supposed to be doing that?" Hermione's voice was lightly laced with sarcasm.

"I thought this was just some light gossip," Kurt tried to keep his tone light but in all honesty, he didn't want to make anyone feel better but rather wanted to luxuriate in the glow that follows doing a selfless dead like helping with Buckbeak's defence, not undertake another selfless dead. Ginny gave a pleading look and both he and Hermione melted, "If it makes you feel any better, Mandy's boobs just grew again and they're amazing."

"Kurt," Hermione gave him a disciplinary swat and shook her head, "How is that supposed to make her feel better?"

"Well, if I say terrible things about her then I'm indirectly saying them about Ginny," Kurt argued, "If Mandy is shit and Harry's still dating her then that either says something about Harry or about Ginny, it's simple logic."

"I don't remember that logic when you were saying Cho had horse teeth," Hermione crossed her arms expectantly.

"I'm different, I don't have the same… goodness in me," Kurt shrugged, "I can only feel better through the misfortune of others or something new and shiny, besides I know that I have little kitten teeth so all that insult implies is that Cedric might have potentially had terrible taste but that has since been disproven."

"You are so full of shit," Hermione shook her head and gaped at him.

Kurt smiled and gave a bow of his head, "Undetectable extension charm."

"I want you to know that I only agreed to that hogwash for your benefit," Hermione narrowed her eyes maliciously, "I think Cho is exceptionally beautiful."

"So do I," Kurt gave a condescending grin, "I think her smiles shines like the sun and like the sun, she best stay ninety-two million nine hundred and sixty thousand miles away from me and my man."

Ginny got to her feet, point back and forth between the pair of them before whispering, "you're the worst."

Kurt and Hermione both raised a hand and waved before chorusing, "we should do this again sometime."

The pair dissolved into a fit of laughter, Madam Pince shushed them as they gathered their belongings and made for the exit arm in arm. At the door Finn was standing with his arms crossed and stern look of disapproval, "What did you two do to Ginny?"

"Why do think it's us?" Hermione gave an innocent doe eyed stare.

"We've been behaving ourselves," Kurt turned up his nose defiantly, trying to keep the sinister grin at bay.

Finn shook his head, "she asked me where to find you two when she left breakfast, now she's storming angrily down the corridors; she pushed me and I almost fell." The taller boy wiped fake tears away as they navigated the castle halls, "I thought I was going to die."

"We didn't do this," Hermione held her hands up in surrender, a motion that Kurt echoed, "this is all Harry Potter's fault."

"Is this because he's serial dating the Ravenclaw girls?" Finn shook his head as they crossed the great hall, out into the biting air; it wasn't winter any more but it wasn't quite spring yet which just meant the snow had stopped but it was still pretty chilli, "You bring someone to your level by teaching them to French and letting them feel Hermione's boobs and suddenly they're the cock of the town."

"Are you sure you want to commit to that wording?" Kurt gave a small giggle at Hermione's sharp hearing and wagged his finger at her dirty mind.

"Besides," Kurt steadied himself against Finn as they scaled the hill down toward the quidditch pitch, "I think you're thinking of Neville."

"Wait," Finn's face fell and he seemed to have drifted into deep contemplation, "Which ones Harry then?"

"Talk to your brother."

"My brother?" Hermione's voice hit an octave that wasn't natural as she turned to face Kurt, who'd melted into a pile of laughter, "No offense Finn but I'm not claiming responsibility for that."

"No offense taken," Finn shrugged and smiled.

"Besides," Hermione winked at Finn, "from what Neville has told me, only the truly unlucky have the misfortune of calling you a relative because they are apparently missing out."

"Oh, you're disgusting," Kurt shuddered at the thought, "I ban you from looking at or speaking to my brother that way."

Hermione gave a small giggle, "What if I can't help myself?"

"You'll find a way," Kurt gave a pointed look, before forcing himself between the pair, "besides, I told you I was going to hook you up with Anthony Rickett."

"Oh," Finn clapped his hands with false excitement, "he's cute."

"Because that's what I need in my life," Hermione scoffed, "another Anthony."

"What happened to your Anthony and Cleopatra fantasy?" Kurt gawked at her.

"It committed suicide via asp," Hermione gave him a cold smile, "Besides, like with Cleopatra, Anthony was clearly the wrong horse for me to be betting on."

"If you don't move on soon then Professor Trelawney wins," Kurt rolled his eyes as he took his seat between his best friend and his boyfriend in the Hufflepuff box, "Harry is seeing the grim everywhere, it's even his memories of the summer, you're single and next I'll be an evil overlord."

"I think that'll be a great colour on you," Cedric smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek, Kurt smiled and returned it with a chaste peck on the lips, "Hmmm, berry."

"I think you're bluffing," Kurt countered as they intertwined fingers.

"I find you're lack of faith…" Cedric smiled, "disturbing."

Kurt blushed, "I find you're lack of originality charming."

"You killing us here," Maxine O'Flaherty, the brute of a senior Hufflepuff girl, teased with fake gagging in place where necessary, "I think I might lose my breakfast."

"I think they're over selling it," Heidi Macavoy, one of the female chasers, countered, "I might get myself a taste if the two of you don't let up."

Kurt pursed his lips and shook his head, "much too good for children."

"Children?" Heidi gawked at him, "We're sixth years, we're older than both you and your little boyfriend."

"As I might recall," Cedric gave a sly smile as he slung an arm over Kurt's shoulder, "Maxine isn't exactly one for skimming over details; I still, with vivid detail, recall your retelling of the time you 'Rode Oliver Wood's face like a pony'."

"Oh my gosh," Hermione smiled broadly, "Ten points to Hufflepuff."

Kurt gave a wry smile, "I don't know whether to be jealous or impressed."

"I'm hoping it's neither," Cedric gave him a critical gaze, "I don't know if I can take more competition, fighting Goyle for your affections is a battle all its own."

"Not one you'll soon lose," Ernie scoffed, tossing back the cashews that the juniors were handing out as they paid their dues in a more amicable environment than the Slytherin Juniors, "You'll sooner lose Kurt to Luna here."

"Well," Luna turned from the match which was progressing rather well; Ravenclaw had the upper hand which meant that Slytherin was an almost sure win for the quidditch cup, even though his house spirit was stirring Kurt knew that he wouldn't be crushed if his house lost the cup but he would enjoy a win so much more. Luna tucked her luxurious pale golden locks behind her ears, "Ravenclaw does seem to be making a thing of beating Hufflepuff and I have had my eye on Kurt for quite some time."

"You flatter me," Kurt couldn't help blushing.

"The Lady Galadriel has spoken," Ernie, Justin and Finn chorused with an elegant and elaborate bow from each.

"You've styled yourself a lady?" Hermione raised a brow, Kurt could see slight condescend in her expression, "How ambitious yet strangely familiar."

Luna shook her head and her hair shimmered in the sun like waves of a molten silver ocean in the summer sun, "This is not my doing."

Hermione turned to the trio, interrupting their marshmallow eating competition, with an expectant look on her face, "Explain." Finn gave a muffled answer around a mouthful of marshmallows, "Don't even."

The taller boy swallowed, "it's a character from Tolkien's Middle-Earth saga."

"She's described as fair beyond all comparison with decadent softly golden hair," Justin explained.

Kurt and Hermione rolled their eyes, "because she's blond."

"The Lady Galadriel also possesses wisdom outside the fathoming of men and heart as strong and pure as mithril," Finn smiled broadly.

"A goddess amongst the immortal," Ernie finished as he finally managed to swallow the last of his marshmallows.

"Luna," Kurt smiled, "your fan club is much more impressive than mine, nerdiness aside."

"Them?" Luna tilted her head and wrinkled her nose, "you can do better, I can do better."

"Ice cold," the three boys exclaimed in chorus.

"If you don't mind," Anthony, the stern fifth year beater, spoke with a reproachful glare, "Some of us would like to watch the quidditch match; Gryffindor just pulled ahead."

"Oh, that's terrible," Kurt heard himself exclaim.

"For everyone here," Luna went on, "except Hermione."

"Elaborate," Heidi raised a curious brow.

"Well, if Gryffindor loses then every house except Gryffindor is in the running for the cup but if they win it becomes Slytherin vs Gryffindor," Luna rolled her eyes, "if Gryffindor loses then Slytherin becomes the house to beat; hypothetically, if Ravenclaw beats Gryffindor today and both Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw beat Slytherin then it'll be the two of them in the final regardless of the result of Gryffindor vs. Slytherin but if Gryffindor wins today then they're definitely in the final game."

"How is that good news for me?" Kurt cocked his head, "that entire model is based on the demise of my house's team."

"You and Slytherin have a bit of a love hate relationship," Hermione pointed out with a shrug.

"Love the house, hate the people," Kurt admitted, "but that doesn't mean I don't have house pride."

"I can understand why," Anthony didn't look at them as he spoke, just pointing out into the pitch, "the people in your house are gits."

Kurt followed the boy's finger to Slytherin team stand where Draco Malfoy was standing on Vincent Crabbe's shoulders, Marcus Flint on Gregory Goyle's shoulders and Blaise Zabini stood tall in long black hoods. Kurt could only face-palm, it was moments like this that made Slytherin a less than formidable house; Kurt could handle being stereotyped into the 'evil' category or being grouped with those who had a propensity for dark magic but he truly couldn't stand the petty and childish behaviour most of his peers chose, he prided himself on making adult decisions and wished more of his classmates would adopt a similar mind-set. Whilst he was giving himself a self-satisfied smile and pat on the back for being more mature than most, something happened that made him second guess his graciousness; Harry Potter cast a Patronus.

~0~

Kurt had taken sometime to cool down whilst the Gryffindors celebrated their victory; he wanted to speak to Harry in a calm setting without any of the initial confusion that had been clouding his thoughts in the moments following Harry's Patronus. Kurt didn't want to accidently begin the conversation by telling Harry that he deserved to be able to cast a patronus more than Harry because he worked harder at it, that would be in bad taste. Instead Kurt stood behind the boy in the dining hall, fixed his hair before tapping him on the shoulder, Hermione smiled an encouragement from further down from where Harry sat with most of the Gryffindor third years.

"Kurt?" Ron exclaimed, Harry's head turned sharply.

"Good evening," Kurt tried to smile but he was sure it was just came across as a grimace, "Harry might I have a word."

"Sure," Harry moved to get up but Ron stopped him mid-motion.

"What's so secretive that you have to say that needs you to go off and talk in some closet?" Ron raised a brow, "I think you can say whatever it is right here."

Harry shot him an angry look but Kurt interjected before the boy could speak, "you thinking is an occasion to be celebrated, I would never go against that." Kurt motioned for Dean Thomas to move over and he slipped in beside Harry, he could imagine Hermione warning him not to do this like he was about to because it would just make things worse between him and Ron but he couldn't help himself.

"Shoot," Harry prompted, giving Ron a devil's glare as he spoke.

Kurt was silent for a moment longer before beginning to speak in Parseltongue, "I might be over stepping after dissolving our friendship but I'm concerned about you."

"Concerned?" Harry's voice was shaky, as if unsure it was saying the words correctly, "we're speaking Parseltongue, aren't we?"

"Are you two seriously going to talk in Parseltongue?" Ron raised an irritated brow.

"They did want to go off and talk alone," Dean pointed out with a shrug, "maybe you should have insisted they include you in their conversations."

Ron gave den an unimpressed glare, "come off it."

"He's right you know," Seamus chuckled at Ron's expense.

"This conversation is quite intimate and personal," Kurt bowed, "you'll probably think me mad by the end, I think I'm mad right now."

"What is it?" Harry looked concerned.

"I…" Kurt heard that come out wrong, "I'm beginning to think that just maybe in some crazy way all her own, Professor Trelawney is right." Kurt took a lungful of air to steady himself, "not that you're going to die, I don't think it's that literal but…"

"But what Kurt?" Harry looked less than impressed, "you're the one who told me not to believe Professor Trelawney because she's a fraud."

"I don't know how to explain this," Kurt took in a deep breath, he wasn't nervous but he didn't want to approach this with less than the delicacy it required, "but I accidently consulted a seer and got a very similar fortune to the one Professor Trelawney gave me; he mentioned the darkness."

"You don't think you're really going evil," Harry's face was contorted with concern, "do you?"

"Me? Evil?" Kurt gave his friend a weak smile, was Harry still his friend? It was confusing to consider at present, "I think 'the darkness' may be a person."

Harry's eyes grew wide, "Voldemort?" the boy reached out and grabbed Kurt's hand, "is he inside you?"

"Nobody is inside me you filthy little boy," Kurt reprimanded with a giggle, "I think the darkness might be Sirius Black; black is a pretty dark colour."

"What are you two saying about You-Know-Who and Black?" Ron demanded in an irate whisper.

"If he's not inside you then how does that make sense?" Harry raised a brow, ignoring Ron's pleas to be included in the conversation, "unless you're somehow related and Black blood flows in your veins."

"That's not why I'm telling you this," Kurt paused and took a breath, "the second seer said more, he said to beware of the one twice named."

"What does that even mean?" Harry narrowed his gaze.

"I think it's Professor Lupin," Kurt braced himself for the arsenal that would follow such a statement but none came, "Remus was one of the twins raised by wolves in Rome's foundation myth, along with his twin Romulus who went on to kill him but I'm digressing; both names are believed to be variations of the Latin Lupus, the latter being more influenced by the first. Lupin is also derived from Lupus, that makes it the same name twice."

"How do you know that?" Harry snapped, "Professor Lupin was my parents friend-"

"So was Black," Kurt sighed, "I read the myth of Romulus and Remus some time back in children's book, Lupus is a constellation and you should know it from astronomy class."

"If Professor Lupin wanted me dead, why wouldn't he let the dementors kill me on the train?" Harry shook his head, "Why would he teach me how to defend myself against the dementors?"

"Because then you can get past them and go find Black," Kurt pointed out, Harry had taken this much well and he could return to his normal dementor, "You have a history of going where you shouldn't be going and doing what you shouldn't be doing."

"I'd never seen it that way but so you keep telling me," Harry gave a weak smile. They fell into a comfortable silence and in that moment it was as if the world were as it had been there inside their Parseltongue bubble, "Kurt? You know Cho Chang?"

Kurt raised a curious brow at how Harry whispered the question, "I know of her; she dated my boyfriend before me and she's on my muggle activities club team."

"What do you think of her?" Harry chewed his lip nervously.

"She's very pretty and I hear she's equally as smart," Kurt admitted honestly, "Are things not working out between you and Mandy? Are you looking for the next Ravenclaw girl to date?"

"I was never with Mandy," Harry shuddered, "She's so rude, I don't know where that rumour started but Lisa dumped me because I was boring; she thought our adventures were a recurring and scheduled event."

"That poor naïve girl," Kurt chuckled, unsure why they were still speaking in Parseltongue, "if she wants to know when our adventures are going to be then she should join the other side because they actually plan their moves unlike other people." Kurt gave a pointed look a small smile to Harry, "Just think about what I said, okay?"

"Okay," Harry furrowed his brow, "I'll think about it but I don't know what I think of it."

"Knowing it's floating at the back of your head allows me some semblance of comfort," Kurt got up and gave a small wave to the group of Gryffindor boys, "good night gentleman."

Kurt turned on heels and left the dining hall; he hadn't intended on having that conversation in any form of company, not even Hermione because he wouldn't have undermined his intelligence in her presence by telling her that he believed something he'd heard from a seer. Kurt had made sure to mention only that single encounter with the man from Hogsmead, he didn't want anyone to know that he'd gone back just before Christmas and sought the man out after asking Professor McGonagall about him; she mentioned he was the son of Professor Trelawney predecessor, an actual seer named Argyris Mopsus.

Kurt had figured that if Professor Trelawney claimed to have gotten her gift of the sight from an ancestor and Kurt had gotten Parseltongue from some unknown relative then maybe the crazy man on the street corner was the real deal. Kurt had found him, sat him down and written all the dribble that had leaked from the seemingly demented young adult's mind; the wealth of knowledge that had burst forth had been more than Kurt could have thought possible from a crackpot who got an Outstanding on their Divination NEWT. Kurt admitted that he neither truly understood nor really cared about most of the information but it was the one thing that had stuck in the back of Kurt's mind for the longest time between their two meetings; 'You who shall most shame your mother must most fear his return'.

One word, Shall, future tense. That single word had brought back to the forefront of his mind the question of his paternity, he had gone back just to hear if it had been a slip of the tongue that had sent him into emotional turmoil and into an intense internal monologue but he'd put in the time and been rewarded with only a titbit of information that he was truly looking for; 'Of you who only five knew, soon four will remain but only those who saw shall know and only those that don't know shall speak'. Kurt knew now that there were people out there who actually knew something and who could potentially help him get over this mess so he could move on with his life, five people out of the five billion people on the planet and soon one of those five would be gone.

~0~

Kurt was moving autonomously, his mind was fuzzy and the words were swirling around his head too quickly for him to assimilate a thought; he wasn't sure how his body was so quickly moving in the darkened halls because his mind had slowed to a syrupy state as if he was still asleep but he'd never been one for bad dreams and what he'd heard could only be his reality, he was reacting. Kurt knew dreams were a place of beauty and serenity, an escape from the afflictions of reality to a land of higher order thinking and art but this wasn't that place, the art on these walls peered back at Kurt in confusion, this was the nightmare of life.

When Kurt had heard that Sirius Black had been in the castle he had feared the worst, it's not the kind of thing normal people normally say but he worried for a moment that wouldn't have a thing to wear to Harry's funeral; what kind of funeral would his family throw him? Would they allow his freaky friends to attend or would it be a family event? What would have become of Sirius Black? Would he have ended his time as a fugitive now that his work had been done or would he go on to cause them greater pain by taking up is murderous ways and following in his master footsteps?

Kurt took a deep breath when he reached the courtyard outside entrance hall, he looked up at the stars and cleared his head for a moment; he'd been reeling, speeding off the tracks there for a moment but his solitude would soon end and he couldn't be less than his best. There had been no incident due to a clerical error on the part of a sociopath and today would be another day.

"Caca-ah," the high pitched call came from across the courtyard where the cover of night was darkest, it took all Kurt had not to roll his eyes at that signal.

"You are aware of how conspicuous that signal is, right?" Kurt fixed a stray hair and smiled, "I'll forgive you because you almost died last night."

Kurt looked into Ron's indigo eyes and his stomach turned, he'd let their thing get to him and almost ruined not just their friendship but nearly disintegrated their clique because he was too deep in his own head to go through the motions. Ron shook his head, "Don't joke abut that, I almost shit myself when I woke to black hovering over me; I'd been having a great dream and then I opened my eyes and there he was. I'm pretty sure I said a little prayer, you know just in case. All I could think about as I looked into those pitch black eyes was how I'd dogged you, what was looking back at me wasn't human, it wasn't you and I felt so bad about making yo feel like the devil."

"I guess this is the part where we have that long overdue conversation we've been avoiding forever and get past this part of our lives," Kurt pursed his lips and raised a brow, "that's where George put his money, Fred thinks we're going to make out."

Ron wrinkled his nose, "I really don't want to."

"I'm seeing someone," Kurt rolled his eyes, "maybe in another universe where the world isn't governed by the laws of physics but rather life is kept in check by sunshine and rainbows."

"You mean the sixties?" Ron chuckled, "I never took you for swinging hippie."

"To the contrary," Kurt gave whistle sharp giggle as the sky began to catch light, "the very idea of such a world makes me ill, far too festive for my liking."

"What went so wrong in your life that made you so cold?" Ron shuddered.

Kurt smiled, for the first time in a long time Ron and he were speaking without attacking each other, "nothing, I'm not going to blame my mother dying or cancer, I just believe that happiness is something you condition yourself to feel by only viewing the pleasant parts of every moment of life."

"You need Oprah," Ron chuckled, "You're happy with Cedric, right? I know I've spoken out my ass about the two of you but I worry sometimes."

"I enjoy our time together, yes," Kurt found himself fiddling with his hair and lowered his hand, "while I'm touched that you worry, you really don't have to; I'm an adult."

"You're thirteen," Ron scoffed.

"Why do people always say that?" Kurt smiled, he took a deep breath, "enjoying the time I spend with Cedric doesn't mean I'm happy because I now it's temporary, the fact that you got so touched about my dabbling in a fancy with a boy that in ten years will probably be a boyfriend I vaguely remember; that made me angry."

"You're going to vaguely remember the boy you mooned over for the last three years," Ron raised a brow as morning light started to colour the world around them.

"It's more like two years," Kurt pinched the bridge of his nose, "but I just don't think I'm still going to be with my high school boyfriend when I'm graduating from college; time is a cruel mistress and all you can do is live in the imperfect system of swinging from one extreme to the next."

Ron got a devious smile on his face, "like a testicle."

"Like a pendulum," Kurt's voice went sharp in surprise, "Get your mind out of the gutter."

"You know my parents have been together since they met at Hogwarts," Ron shrugged with a lopsided smile, "maybe there's hope for you yet."

"Your parents also have seven kids," Kurt scoffed and Ron shrank, "I see Harley for four weeks a year and that's more than I need in my life until she's a proper human, we're very different people."

"Why?"

"Because deep down inside me there is something dark and twisted that drives me to greater heights than most people can imagine," Kurt pulled his coat tighter around himself as a morning breeze swept past them, "I'll probably irreparably ruin my love life long before I get my first job, the nice thing about being a cynic is that I don't need to sell myself dreams."

"Apparently you don't mince words either," Ron furrowed his brow.

"That's how this pendulum," he gestured to the pair of them, "works. You're an pleasure-seeking idiot and I'm a self-absorbed bitch; sometimes we're polar opposites and we hate each other, sometimes we're best friends and then there are those moment when we're at rest in perfect harmony."

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