I took a break from fanfiction, and when I came back, this fic decided it wanted to be written again. It's been sitting on my computer for quite some time now, finished, so I'll try and put a chapter a day or so. Not sure if I'll go back to WiASaD; the subject matter is a little difficult for me to write in my more optimistic frame of mind. Not to say that this fic isn't a lot more depressing than it was going to be originally.

Harry didn't allow himself to fall into a depression, even thought that was what he was quite sure he was supposed to do. He knew Oliver was right. There was no point in making a fuss, because it'd only get the two of them into trouble. Harry had no idea what kind of punishment Oliver could get for having… you-know-what with him, but he wasn't really willing to find out the hard way. He'd not be doing either of them any favours.

And so when they walked past each other in the corridors, Harry merely smiled and acted as if nothing had happened. The first time this happened, Oliver gave his a grateful smile and went off with his friends. It was better this way, Harry reassured himself. But he couldn't help but feel… what was the word? Used. Oh Merlin, now he sounded like one of Aunt Petunia's daytime soaps. All he needed now was to find out he was up the duff, like it invariably came to pass when someone had se – you know what – with someone they shouldn't have done.

The thought made Harry laugh, and lifted his mood. He didn't need to mope around. After all, he'd gotten over his first time with minimal embarrassment. He should be proud that he hadn't screwed it up, and that he'd done it before his friends. He couldn't see what the great draw was though. You-kn – Oh for Merlin's sake! You should be able to say it now! SEX wasn't that great at all.

It wasn't pleasant to have someone lying on top of you, squashing all your breath out, fumbling clumsily with your bits and turning you over roughly. It wasn't pleasant to be left bleeding at the end either, although Harry had trained himself to roll his eyes as he had these thoughts. He'd heard that it was normal to bleed a little the first time. Or at least, he thought it was… or was that another piece of information that was only relevant to girls? Sex was so complicated and overrated, that Harry honestly couldn't see himself bothering again.

The rest of the school year was flying by, and Harry was glad that his little rendezvous with Oliver had happened so close to the end of term. He didn't think that he could put up with seeing the older Gryffindor everywhere for much longer. Only a little while to go until he could go home with Ron and the others! He wondered what Molly had done in their absence, seeing as she often complained of boredom, being alone at the Burrow for most of the year.

Before he knew it, the end of June came around, and he was saying goodbye to Hogwarts for another few months. Only a while until he'd be back, and this time, Oliver wouldn't be there. Harry couldn't help the smug grin that came up onto his face at this. He was going to be a fifth year! Thoughts of what he and Ron would get up to that summer pushed everything out of his mind, however, and he was soon left in dreams of frogspawn and Ginny's bedroom.

He and Ron waved goodbye to Hermione, making plans to owl her during the holidays, before rushing over to the Weasleys to be included in the group hug consisting of Fred, George, Ginny and their mother. Percy (of course) stood off to one side, not quite sure where to put himself. Harry had no such qualms, and eagerly inserted himself into the sea of red hair and freckles. He'd missed this. Sure he had half the family with him at Hogwarts, but Molly and Arthur really made it complete.

The journey home was full of chatter, as per usual. They'd been loaned a car from the Ministry, so for once there wasn't squawking over who got to sit where. Fred and George were quite happy to talk over everybody else, speaking of all the prank ideas they'd had over the school year. Harry sighed, wishing that they'd accept money from him to start up their own prank shop. It'd give Zonko a run for his money! But much like all of the Weasleys, they had their pride, and wouldn't tolerate gifts of 'charity' from him. Nothing could persuade them otherwise. Harry felt it was a shame, but he wasn't going to force money on them. They'd find a way.

Upon reaching The Burrow, Harry found to his delight (as he was quite hungry after the long journey from school), that Molly had already prepared a meal. She warmed it quickly, and the family sat down to eat. It was at times like these that Harry was glad he'd made friends with Ron way back in their first year. Without him, Harry wouldn't have a family. He wouldn't have someone to tell all his stories of Hogwarts. The thought put a large smile on his face, which he directed at his best friend. Ron looked at him in a bemused fashion, but grinned back, passing Harry the potatoes.

Sitting on couches in the living room later on, the Weasley twins were telling their younger siblings and Harry more ideas that they'd had for their business.

"Y'see, we want to call the place WWW-" Fred started, his face lit up. "It's short for-"

"Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes," George interrupted. Although, Harry didn't think it counted when twins interrupted each other. Weren't they like the same person anyway?

"Yeah, short for that. But anyway, we thought of a great new idea for a-"

"Prank range. This one would be based on-"

"Embarrassing stuff. Like how we had the idea for-"

"The lunchbox range!" Ginny snorted and rolled her eyes. They'd tested out their 'lunchboxes' on her, back when they'd been in their development stage, and neither she nor Molly had been very pleased. The 'Skiving Snackboxes' (as was their working title) had never really managed to make it off the ground.

"We just-" Fred continued, ignoring his sister.

"can't manage-"

"to think of anything-"

"really embarrassing…" he finished, looking annoyed. Harry stayed quiet. He knew what would really embarrass him if any of the Weasleys found out, but he wasn't about to share that information, was he? At that thought, Harry let out a large yawn. He'd been so tired recently, what with the whole 'excitement' from the end of term and he felt that it was about time he went off to bed.

Saying his goodnight, Harry left the room just to hear the conversation starting up again.

"Maybe something that reveals someone's crush?"

"Ginny, that's just lame. How old are you, two?"

"She might have something there though…"

Harry snorted. Sometimes it was best to leave the Weasleys to the Weasleys. In fact, he actually didn't think that anything would come out of this new 'range' of products. How many ways were there to embarrass someone anyway?