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Harry could hear James cursing in the kitchen over the sounds of clattering pots and pans. His dad had no talent for household work. Harry had spent more time in the kitchens teaching James how to cook than he had in his entire life. He knew he really ought to go see if James needed help, but he didn't feel like getting up.

He was lounging on the couch in the living room, his potions book lay abandoned next to him. He'd given up on trying to do the work nearly an hour before. Only Snape was cruel enough to give them work over Christmas.

The smell of burnt spaghetti hit him suddenly, followed by James's hesitant, "Harry? Help?" Sighing, Harry forced himself to get up, wondering how the hell James had managed to burn spaghetti. He shook his head as he entered the kitchen, finding a sweat-drenched and entirely confused James.

"What'd you do, Dad?" Harry asked as he moved the pot off the eye. It was surprisingly light and he glanced into the pot.

James shrugged. "I don't—"

"Next time, use water," Harry interrupted as he threw the burnt noodles away. As he went through the cabinets to find something else to cook, he asked, "You're sure its okay for Draco to come over next week?"

The sound of shattering glass answered him. He turned to see a plate broken into a thousand small pieces on the floor and James's bare foot bleeding.

"Damn it, Dad!"

James sat down at the table, saying, "Watch your language, Harry."

Rolling his eyes, Harry gave up his search for something to eat and began seeing to James's foot. "Do you not like him?"

"Who?" James asked, his voice clearly saying that he knew who, but didn't want to talk about it. He refused to let it drop though.

"Draco."

"I don't really know him, so how can I not like him?"

Harry looked up at him from where he knelt at James's feet and rested his chin on his dad's knee. The action was instinctive, something he had done as a boy but stopped as he got older. "Please, Dad, tell me the truth. I know you don't approve of him. Why?"

James looked down at him, studying him closely. "Do you love him?" Harry didn't say anything, but a troubled look came to his face. That was all James needed. He rested a hand on Harry's head, his fingers running gently through his hair. "I just want you to be happy, Harry. Are you?"

Harry hesitated before saying, "I don't know. Ron doesn't really approve of him, and Hermione won't accept him at all."

"Why not?"

It took Harry a minute to respond; when he did, he said, "'Cause she knows that I like someone else, she thinks that I won't be able to fully love Draco. I know that she just wants what's best for me, but it makes it hard to live my life how I want to with her always saying she disapproves."

"Why are you with Draco if you like someone else?"

Harry looked at James for a moment; his face showing his sadness, before looking away quickly to hid his pain. "I know that I have no chance with him. Why wait for someone who I can never have?"

Neither of them spoke or moved. Harry's head was still resting on James's knee and James's hand had stilled it's movement, just laying on Harry's head. They stayed that way for a few minutes, until Harry finally pulled away. "I better finish bandaging your foot.

James gave him a small smile. "I'm sure that whoever you really want isn't as objective to the idea as you think."

Harry shrugged. "It doesn't matter, Dad. I have Draco now."

"I guess you do."

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Draco stared out his bedroom window, deep in thought. Behind him stood Blaise, whose arms were wrapped around the blonde's waist possessively.

His parents had left for an appointment not to long before and wouldn't be back until late the next day (Draco didn't want to know what kind of appointment lasted for nearly two days.) As soon as they had gone, he'd sent a letter to Blaise, asking him to come over.

"I don't like it," Blaise whispered next to his ear. "Why Potter?"

Draco turned around, kissing Blaise lightly on the lips. "I don't like it either, but we have no choice." He rested his head on Blaise's shoulder. "I love you. I don't want you to be subjected to Father's wrath. He wants blood. He blames Potter for me being gay. It'll be him that Father will always hate. After I'm finished with Potter, we can be together. Father should be able to accept you as long as he keeps blaming Potter."
Blaise's arms tightened around him. "Do you have to go so far with him? Why do you have to have sex?"

"Father won't believe I'm with Potter unless he's sure we're sleeping together. It's the only way." He looked up at Blaise pleasingly. "Just until school ends. Then I promise they'll be no one else. We'll be together forever."

Blaise moved to entwine their fingers and slowly pinned Draco's hands above their heads, against the window. "And what about now?" he asked, beginning to trail kisses up Draco's throat. "Can we be together now?"

Draco moaned when he felt Blaise's tongue flick against the skin behind his ear. "Now's good," he managed to say, his voice hoarse. "Now's very good." Blaise gave a satisfied laugh as he scooped Draco up into his arms and carried him to the bed.

Their lips meet in a long kiss as their hands hastily unbuttoned each others shirts. Draco pushed Blaise back until he sat leaning against the headboard. He kissed down Blaise's chest, allowing his teeth to scrape against the darker boys nipples.

Blaise withered beneath his touch, giving Draco the sense of power that he loved. Soon they were both undressed, Draco kneeling between Blaise's legs. When his lips grazed against Blaise's cock, he felt the other boy jerk beneath him.

"Draco, please!" Blaise groaned. When Draco's mouth engulfed him, Blaise's hands threaded through the blonde's hair, keeping him in place Draco licked up the length of him, savoring the sound of his lover's deep moan. Blaise's hands moved to grip the headboard behind him, and Draco pulled away, ignoring the groan of disappointment.

Draco lay back, pulling Blaise on top of him. Blaise smiled at him as he grabbed his wand off the bedside table, pointed it at Draco, and whispered, "Lubrico."

As he pushed into Draco, the blonde wrapped his legs around his waist. Blaise's hands cupped Draco's butt. As he reached his peak, Draco bit Blaise's shoulder to keep from calling out.

When they both lay, exhausted, next to each other, Blaise's arm wrapped around the blonde's waist.

"I love you," Draco whispered.

Blaise kissed him gently. "I love you, too."

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"Mooney-baby!" Sirius called as he entered their bedroom. Remus lay on the bed, huddled under the covers, though it was past noon. Jumping onto the bed, Sirius shook Remus. "Wake up!"

Remus pushed him away. "I am awake. And did you get into the sugar again?"

"...Maybe. But I wouldn't have done it if you would've fixed breakfast! Now up and make lunch."

Make your own. I'm sick."

Sirius's eyes widened and he calmed down immediately. Placing a hand on Remus's forehead, he quickly snatched it back. "You're burning up, Remus."

Remus gave him a weak smile and a roll of the eyes. "Nah-duh."

"You need anything to eat? Drink?"

"Just some juice."

Sirius nodded and went to the kitchen to get the drink. On the way back he heard Remus's voice, weak and strained. Stopping outside the bedroom door, just out of sight, he listened.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Don't worry so much." There was a pause where Sirius could barely make out someone else talking, but couldn't understand what was being said. "I should be better in no time." Another pause. "I'll be there tomorrow no matter what. I've been looking too forward to tomorrow to miss it." Pause. "Alright. I'll see you then. Bye."

Sirius waited a few moments, composing himself, before entering the room. Remus smiled at him like nothing was wrong. After handing Remus the drink, Sirius curled up next to him and stared at the fireplace, where just a few moments ago, someone unknown to him (and supposedly very well known to Remus) had appeared.

"Mooney?" he whispered.

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

"Mmmhmm. Love you too."

Tears pricked at his eyes when he heard Remus's detached tone. He buried his head in the pillow to keep the werewolf from seeing.

eyes widen That was more...dramatic than I had planned. I never planned for the last part. For those who are Draco-fans, I'm sorry about the whole cheating thing...I love him as much as anybody else but it had to happen. Remember, this is a Harry/James fic. I hope you liked it...I know I loved writing it. Review!