MOONLIGHT SONATA

Disclaimer: Disclaimed! I do not own Harry Potter.

Warnings: Slash, yaoi, boy boy romance - whatever you want to call it

Harry slipped quietly out of Draco's room and took out the Marauder's map, double checking that no one was headed down the same hall as he was. Deciding it was safe, he cancelled the spell with a quick 'mischief managed' and headed for breakfast. He'd just entered the Great Hall when he decided to start checking the map more thoroughly. Ron and Ginny shook their heads tightly at him as Remus stood nearest to them, arms crossed and talking to Arthur Weasley. Sirius, in the form of Snuffles, was on a leash at Arthur's side, looking up at Remus and wagging his tail. Biting his lip, Harry slowly crept backward for the door and walked smack into Draco and Blaise headed for the Slytherin table,

"Oi! Potter, watch where you're going!" Draco barked, pretending to dust himself off while Blaise looked highly annoyed.

"Bastard!" Harry hissed, dodging around both to make a run for it.

"Freeze!" He stopped and looked guiltily back. Ron was glaring heatedly at the Slytherins as they sat down while Ginny had a look that clearly said 'we had a good run, didn't we?'. Remus pointed to the floor and Harry trudged over, making sure to glare at the confused Slytherins the entire way. Remus was looking smug again.

"Hullo, Arthur." Harry mumbled at Remus' hard look.

"Hello, Harry!" Arthur smiled, "thought I'd bring ol' Snuffles by for a visit and talk to you and Ron this weekend." Ron shot Remus a look full of disgust and loathing. Ginny was clearly glad she was a girl and Molly had already spoken to her. Harry turned and made a sandwich before hauling a protesting Ron out after them. They horded the Gryffindor boy's dorm where Sirius morphed and hugged them both.

An hour later, a miserable looking (and possibly a little green) Ron and Harry trudged out of the dorm and downstairs. No other Gryffindor boy was available, all having suddenly found some important something to do elsewhere; the traitors. Ginny and Hermione giggled in one corner, jumping up to say farewell to Arthur and rub a happy Snuffles belly.

"Through thick and thin, mate," Ron said, patting Harry's shoulder, "me and you? We might just make it." Harry snickered and plopped down on the couch. At all the girl's curious looks he shook his head,

"I don't want to talk about it. Ever. Hermione, how good do you think you can perform an obliviate?"

"No chance." She laughed at their hopeful looks.

"It was as bad as the twins said." Ron nodded to Ginny, "worse with Snuffles there. We almost didn't survive."

"Even Snuffles looked at him oddly," Harry covered as Lavender, Padma and Parvati looked confused. He sighed, "I'd take a nap but I think I'd have nightmares."

"Me too." Ron shrugged as the boys reappeared. He glared at them, "traitors, the lot of you. Wanna play a game of chess, Harry?" Sensing a chance to focus on something else, Harry nodded. He would suggested flying but he was still sore from the night before. On the plus side, he'd taken an actual shower that morning and Remus hadn't seemed to notice that time.

"Sure, mate." They huddled over their chess board, snickering when the Queen's occasionally turned to scold them and wave their scepters threateningly.

"I don't understand why I had to sit through the homosexual part." Ron said quietly, "knight to B-7." Suddenly, Harry felt terrible for Ron. The talk was something he'd had to gone through anyway but it was Ron's words earlier that had really struck home.

"Ron, can I ask you a question? Bishop, c-6."

"As long as it's not about 'the talk'." Ron nodded, scanning the possibilities with a hand on his chin, "I'd just as soon agree to pretend it never happened, if that's alright with you."

"Agreed." Harry nodded, watching Ron take his bishop. "So, here it is, what could make you stop being my friend? Hypothetically of course," he added as Ron looked up, shocked. Ron was instantly disarmed.

"Not a lot, I reckon, all severe stuff."

"I want a whole list." Harry pressed. Ron rolled his eyes,

"Alright, joining You Know Who would hack me off, I reckon." Ron offered, "intentionally harming and I mean intentionally and seriously harming one of the Weasleys would be a fight too… I don't know, Harry, it's not a big list, that."

"What if I were sleeping with a centaur?" Harry said in a clearly joking manner.

"Whatever floats your boat, mate." Ron outright laughed, shaking his head.

"What about…. An acromantula?"

"You're not bringing them to dinner and I'm not going to be in your wedding," Ron gave him a serious look, "that may be on the list." Harry burst into near giggles, deciding to turn it into a game as Hermione and Ginny joined.

"What about if I slept with… one of your brothers?"

"Which one?" Ginny asked, "that's important." Ron nodded in agreement.

"Not Percy." Harry amended.

"I reckon we're an attractive lot," Ron shrugged, elbowing Ginny.

"What's the game?" Hermione asked.

"Things that would make us stop being friends." Harry snickered, "buggering Aragog is probably on the list."

"What if he bought and disbanded the Chudley Cannons?" Hermione asked.

"He wouldn't dare." Ron glared, seeking confirmation from Harry who nodded, chuckling.

"What if he slept with the Keeper and didn't introduce you?" Ginny asked.

"I wouldn't." Harry said quickly as Ron looked at him, "what if I slept with… Zabini."

"I reckon he's an attractive bloke." Ginny said. Ron, about to shrug it off with mere disgust, glared.

"Zabini would earn you a serious time out." He looked at Ginny, "and a letter to every brother. Hell will come down on Hogwarts." Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Alright," Hermione said, eyebrows raised, "what if he slept with Draco Malfoy?"

"He's an attractive bloke," Harry said teasingly, though he meant it. Ron's eyes narrowed to slits, considering.

"Define 'sleeping with'." He asked, "are we talking shagging on occasion, dating, or shagging with the hopes of dating? Is it serious? I need details."

"What sort of 'details'?" Ginny asked, nearly crying with laughter and Ron's disgusted squawks.

"Let's see, shagging with… the hopes of dating?" Harry asked, "isn't that what you called it?"

"I reckon I'll have to think on that. Who's hoping?"

"Me." Hermione and Ginny exchanged looks and shut up, suddenly realizing this wasn't a game at all and it had ceased being fun. Ron made a move, taking Harry's remaining knight,

"Check." He frowned, shaking his head, "do you fancy the bloke in this situation?"

"Um… sure." Harry shrugged, pretending to focus on the game and ignore Hermione and Ginny. "rook to d-5. BLAST!"

"Check mate, mate." Ron said smugly, "if you really fancy the bloke, he's not got a Dark Mark and he agrees to not make fun of my family or call Hermione 'mudblood' I don't care but I'm never going to like him. Oh, and you can tell him I said so. Did you know you talk in your sleep? I've got to visit the loo."

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