Okay, I know you all hate me. But well…. I have a ridiculous amount of junk and things to do, I have bad writers block, and just… ugh, yeah.

So just so you know, even though I enjoy writing this and I love the feedback I get, but this is pretty much on the bottom of my to-do list when it comes to writing and work and excetera.

I'm not even going to B.S. it anymore, don't expect updates very fast… at all.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I don't own the Lord of the Rings Elvish language, I don't own a cat, or the movie "The Godfather" on DVD. I don't own a lot of things, but I do like to write about pretty boys kissing each other! YAY!

&HP&

Harry's eyebrows shot to his hairline. He tilted his head to the side and heard Remus Stand up behind him. Hermione fidgeted nervously and seemed to want to look anywhere but Harry.

"You do?" Harry asked, "Well, what is it? What do you know about the article? Do you know who told Skeeter the story?" Hermione gave a great sigh and looked sadly up at him.

"Not exactly," she began nervously. "I… I told Ginny and Ron about you. A day before the article was written." Harry tensed up. His eyes widened and he stared at them blankly for several moments. Hermione quickly went on. "I'm so sorry, Harry! I was really nervous when I said it! Ginny and Ron had noticed me acting strange and were trying to get me to tell them what was going on. I didn't want to tell! Then Ginny mentioned telling Ron about… About a certain secret of mine," at this point she gave Harry a meaningful look, "and I was so surprised that it just came out before I could stop myself!" She took a breath after she finished and watched Harry nervously. He and Remus both remained silent.

"I'm sorry about what I did too." Ginny spoke up. "Ron and I were just worried about Hermione. I wouldn't have told Hermione's secret like I said, I was just grasping at straws." Ron cut in, eagerly nodding.

"We should've trusted her," he said, "I'm sorry. However, I can honestly say that I didn't tell anyone!" Harry blinked at him, still seeming shocked into silence. Hermione stopped mangling her bottom lip and spoke up.

"It's the truth!" She insisted nervously. I told them three days ago. So if you think about it, Skeeter had to have one day to write the story and so considering when it came out and all of that, she had to have heard the news the day I told them." Harry remained silent, he was starting to look like he was grasping the whole thing, torn between anger and sadness. Hermione flinched and trudged on. "I told them at the end of the day, almost right before curfew. We went back to the common room after I told and we stayed down there for ages, we had some homework and they were a bit curious about you. So when we all went up to bed, our housemates were most likely all asleep, mine were. So Ron and Ginny wouldn't have had TIME to tell anyone!"

Hermione took a deep breath and began chewing on her lip again. Harry was frowning now, staring at her in what seemed to be irritated disbelief. Remus was perfectly quiet behind him, looking like he was in deep thought.

"So…" Harry began, his voice sounding stiff. "You decide to spill the secret you've been keeping for nearly a month, because you panicked over the risk of your cr-" He cut off at Hermione's wide eyes. He glanced at Ron and exhaled through his teeth. "At the risk of a secret of YOURS being spilled." Hermione nodded, looking ashamed. "However, you figure it out that the two people you blabbed to couldn't of told." Another nod. "So someone must have overheard you." Another nod. "So…. It's still pretty much your fault that it happened." Hermione flinched and looked properly chastised as she nodded again.

"I'm sorry, Harry." She said, "I wasn't thinking." Harry sighed again.

"Of all the times a super genius like you to stop thinking." He muttered under his breath. Hermione blushed a bit and gave a small smile. There was a long pause while Harry stared at her blankly. "I think you should all go." Hermione's face fell.

"Harry-" She began.

"Go, Hermione." Harry ran a hand over his face. "I don't want to be mad at you so I suggest you leave before I loose my temper." He finished in a tense voice. Hermione nodded sadly and walked towards the door with Ron and Ginny. As they went through the door, Ginny turned back, looking nervous.

"I'm sorry about this, really…" She said. "Don't be too hard on Hermione, it was really my fault." She waited for a reply for a moment before turning and walking from the room. Once the door closed Harry let out a long breath and sat heavily on the arm of the chair Remus sat in.

"Bugger." He muttered. A soothing hand ran over his back, he sighed again and leaned into the touch. "I don't want to be mad at her… I don't really think I am… I think I'm just mad in general." There was a small chuckle and Remus tugged on his arm, pulling him of the arm and into his lap. Harry relaxed immediately and smiled. "Well this works for getting rid of anger." Remus chuckled again and pecked him on the cheek.

"Rita Skeeter is a fowl, unbearable, and sneaky woman. I'm not too surprised that she got wind of this." Harry curled into Remus and nodded.

"I figured that from the stories you and Sirius told me from the Tri-Wizarding tornament." They sat in comfortable silence for a bit. "Do you think any of the teachers told?" Remus immediately shook his head.

"All the people on staff are very loyal to Albus, if he asked them not to say anything, they wont." Harry nodded again, nuzzling Remus' neck. Remus smiled and turned his head to catch Harry's lips in a kiss. He could feel Harry smile before he kissed him back. After a moment Remus pulled away and looked seriously at Harry. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" Harry rolled his eyes and kissed Remus again, deeper this time.

"Yes, you berk. I'm positive." Remus smiled widely.

"Good."

&HP&

The fire danced and twisted, as if trying to jump into the air and out of the fireplace. Harry watched is with detachment, lost in his own thoughts. He knew he couldn't stay mad at Hermione; He could barely stay mad at people he didn't like, let alone his friends.

He did feel somewhat betrayed and there was no doubt he was going to let her squirm for a while. Harry leaned back in the armchair he sat in and pulled his legs up to his chest. Remus had left a bit ago because of a pre-arranged meeting with Professor McGonogall, and Harry was already missing his warmth. He was missing quite a few things about Remus. A sly smile and a light blush graced his face. He still couldn't believe he had snogged Remus, it was too good to be true.

Harry was pulled from his musings when the door opened and Bat- or was it Snape? – Opened the door and strode into the room with a steaming goblet in his hand. He walked over and set it on a table by the kitchen before turning to leave. As he did he seemed to spot Harry for the first time and stopped short. A silence streatched on for a bit before Snape cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Harry Potter, I presume?" He asked stiffly. Harry smiled a bit and stood up, extending his hand."

"Yes, and you must be Professor Snape?" Snape nodded tensely and shook the offered hand briefly.

"I apologize for bursting in, I forgot you would most likely be in here. I was merely delivering Lupin's wolfsbane potion." He gestured to the steaming goblet. Harry tried to hide how amusing he found the obviousness of Snape's discomfort. He decided to give Snape something to talk about, so he asked about the one thing he had heard Snape could go on and on about, potions.

"I heard about the wolfsbane potion. I'm incredibly impressed, thought it's not too surprising considering the praise I've heard about your skills." Harry's plan seemed to backfire when Snape's face took on a fowl look.

"I should inform you that flattery and empty praise will not get you anywhere with me." Snape drawled out. "Insufferable suck ups only succeed in irritating me." Harry frowned at the man and crossed his arms.

"Well for your information I'm not sucking up to you. I was only being polite!" Harry rolled his eyes when the man merely sneered in response. "I was only leading up to a question about your potion." Snape raised an eyebrow. "What? Did you think you were the only person to have an interest in potions?"

"Ask your question, Potter, I have better things to do." Harry glared a bit before calming himself down.

"I was wondering what you used to nullify the wolfsbane's poisonous effect on werewolfs." Snape crossed his arms as he replied.

"I used Willow-worm puss." Harry blinked in confusion.

"But isn't there fairy wings in the potion as well? Willow-worm puss and fairy wings are volotile together." Snape was about to reply when Harry went on. "Wait, did you use doxie eggs? I imagine that would stop the bad reaction and it would add to the numbing affect of the potion that lessens the pain of transformation." Snape's lips tightened for a moment and then he got an odd look on his face, as if he was impressed, but extreamly irritated about it.

"Yes." He forced out tensely. "The combination can be dangerous if not done right, but if it is done correctly then it nulls the pain of transformation greatly." Harry nodded, his curious nature overpowering the part of him that found the man before him somewhat irritating. Snape just nodded awkwardly and folded his hands behind his back. "I have classes to attend to, make sure Lupin takes his potion." With that he gave him a short not and turned to walk out the door.

"Nice to meet you, Professor" Harry told him calmly as the door was shutting. Harry watched the closed door for a few moments before laughing. "Well wasn't he a charmer." He muttered to himself, turning to go to his chair.

"Yes, but then again, he always did seem like a sweetheart when we would watch him, right?" A voice piped in from the doorway to his room. He spun around to find Alice standing there, leaning against the doorway.

"Alice, w-" He began.

"I climbed through your window. So, about Bat, on the way here I watched him have a 'friendly' chat with Shadow. Can you believe the sexual tension between those two?" He prattled on, walking into the room and making herself comfortable on the opposing armchair.

"Okay, first of all, you should know that Sirius finds it kind of creepy to think of people spying on him." Alice grinned sheepishly, though she didn't seem apologetic. "And secondly, I personally find it kind of creepy to think about sexual tension between those two." Alice just laughed and leaned forward in her chair.

"Anyroad, speaking of sexual tension, how are you and our darling little wolf doing?" She asked. Harry blushed and a large grin spread on his face.

"Well… We had a bit of an awkard moment earlier, but it's resolved." He replied.

"How did you resolve it? Was it a passionate snog session?" Alice asked, grinning wickedly. Harry blinked and started to laugh.

"Yes, actually." He got out through laughs. Alice stared at him for a bit before what he said seemed to his her and she jumped out of her chair, squealing giddily.

"You're kidding!!" She gushed, Harry laughed and scratched the back of his head.

"Nope, in fact we snogged in this chair." Harry paused, remembering what had cut their… session short. Alice calmed down when she noticed that his face had fallen a bit.

"What's wrong? Do you think that it was JUST a snog session?" Alice asked worriedly. Harry smiled a bit and shook his head.

"No, we figured it out, it's more then that." He replied. Alice grinned and giggled a bit.

"Fantastic! Then what's the problem?" Harry frowned.

"We were interrupted by Hermione, Ginny, and Ron." Alice made a dissapionted noise.

"Too bad, but how did they react?"
"Not too bad, Ginny seemed quite flustered though." He replied, causing Alice to blush and mutter something along the lines of "highly understandable." Harry ignored her though. "They had some bad news though…" He trailed off, giving a big sigh. Alice became serious and sat back down.

"What did they have to tell you?" She asked. Harry stared at her for a moment before opening his mouth to explain everything."

&hp&

Augh…. There we go.