Harry arrived back at the safe house and searched out Remus. He found him in the library, engrossed in a large book. Harry studied him for a moment, before Remus put the book down on a nearby table and turned to Harry. "Is there something you need to talk about?" Harry hesitated, then nodded once. Remus took a seat on a large sofa, and waited until Harry joined him. "You want to know... About your father, Sirius and I." Harry swallowed nervously before nodding again. Remus sighed. "My telling you this might not help your situation with Draco. But I do understand that you need to hear this. And I hope it will help." Remus stood back up and began pacing as Harry watched and listened.
"It was our third year. The three of us were best friends by then, more like brothers actually. And you know, I'm sure, that by that age, hormones are raging and there are so many questions that pertain to a persons sexuality." Harry nodded, remembering. "I don't know how it all started, but it just seemed like the right thing to do at the time. There were so many emotions that could have been involved, but we put those all aside, just to feel safe for a few minutes in one another's arms." Harry blinked, then flushed. "We would go to the Shrieking Shack, where we'd sped two, maybe three nights. The feelings are still there, buried in the walls. All the cries, the moans, the pain and feelings the three of us shared.." Harry blushed a deeper red as Remus retook his seat. "But Harry, I won't tell you that it was right or wrong, but we were friends. Such good friends that nights like those only made us closer. We never had an illusions that we could, or would, ever be more than that. Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you?" Harry looked away for a minute, then turned back and smiled slightly. "Yeah, I think so. In the relationship that you, Sirius and my father shared, there was no love, no emotions to make it more than what it was." He sighed. "But it's not that way with Draco and I. I don't know what to think, what to feel for him, but anything we do will change us forever. He loves me..." Remus put an arm around Harry's shoulder. "Yes, exactly. So whatever you decide to do, should it be accept or deny, it will alter the two of you forever. But it seems that Draco has made up his mind. The rest lies on what you decided to do with that knowledge."
Harry spent a few more moments at Remus side, neither one saying anything, until Harry rose to his feet. With a determined nod, he started out of the library. He stopped for a moment at the door, and looked back at Remus. "Harry, be careful. Whatever you decide, you need to be gentle." Harry nodded, then walked out, closing the door behind him.
A few minutes later, he carefully pushed the door open to the room where Draco lay sleeping on the bed. He took up his usual seat at the beside, and studied the other boy carefully. His blonde hair was falling back from his forehead, and his silver-blue eyes were closed in a more restful sleep than he'd had in almost a week. Harry flushed, then reached out and carefully took a few strands of the platinum strands in his hand, enjoying how soft they were. Suddenly, Draco's hand shot up, grabbing Harry's and holding the raven-haired boy immobilized. The silver blue eyes look up at him with anger, and an almost confused look crossed his face. Harry stood up slowly, and took a step closer to the bed, almost climbing onto it. The confusion deepened, and Harry took a ragged breath. "Harry?" Draco's voice, usually so sarcastic and cold, now held a note of panic. Harry exhaled, then lowered his head and brushed Draco's lips with his own.