Chapter Two:Wait, Potter?

Harry decided not to tell his best friends about the conclusion Sirius had came to about his situation. He himself still didn't get the whole thing. Because he was not gay. Was he?

And what did Sirius mean about kissing guys? He made it sound like he's done it before. Has Sirius done it before? And if so, with who? Did Harry's dad know about Sirius kissing guys? And what about Remus, before that day of course? Did his mother know? The questions were making him feel overwhelmed, especially since he had nobody to bounce ideas and theories off of. They bounced around in his own head, colliding with each other, coming up with ridiculous possibilities.

After days—close to weeks—of mulling over it, he decided he had to tell somebody. His mother? Not now. His best friends? No, he was still trying to figure out if he was actually gay. But who else to go to other than the one who concluded he was gay?

Unfortunately, school work got in the way, as well as him being nervous. What would he say to them? 'Hey, Sirius, I was wondering if you actually kissed a guy before? Oh, and who it was, and who else knows. Thanks!'
That sounded like complete rubbish. No, he decided to save himself the embarrassment and focus on schoolwork as much as possible, but he was talking to Hermione on the phone, which wasn't really helping him focus. Though, he hadn't told her that he
was doing schoolwork, otherwise she would have hung up right then and there after telling him off for not having done it sooner.

"Harry, you sound different," she observed. Of course, she was possibly the most intelligent person he knew. "Is everything okay?"

He saw no point in lying but tried so anyways. "Mhm. Everything's fine, Hermione."

He failed.

"Harry, something's wrong," her voice was laced with concern. "If you need anything...you know I'm here for you."

He was about to dismiss the conversation when he stopped. Hermione was basically opening the door for him to tell her everything. She was intelligent, she wouldn't tell anybody without his permission, not even Ron. She could help him figure out something. He stopped writing a math problem down, lying the pencil beside his text book.

"Well, you know how I wasn't interested in all those girls?" He hesitantly asked.

"Yeah?"

"Well, funny story. So, I went to my godfather's house..."

He told her everything that happened, from the moment he stepped inside until he left, making sure to not miss a single detail, as it was all important. He knew that if she was there right then, her mouth would have hung open. It was pretty weird and confusing, especially for oblivious Harry.

"Harry...you really think you're gay?" Hermione asked, incredulous.

A blush crept up Harry's neck. He wasn't totally sure, as he could only go by Sirius' guess and his experience with girls.

"I'm not one hundred percent sure, but it's is a possibility."

"Well, I support you fully. It would explain a lot, how you have more guy friends and feel more comfortable with them, how you're afraid to touch a girl—even if it's just me!"

Hermione gave a laugh, leaving Harry to chuckle as well. "So, do you...you know, like anyone?"

Harry quickly shook his head, then replied in the phone, momentarily forgetting that Hermione wasn't in the room with him. "No, not yet. I guess I haven't really met anyone."

"It is a small town. You'll have to get out of it to really meet anybody."

Maybe that's it. Maybe Harry really has to get out of town in order to meet a girl that he has a connection with. A grin broke out on his face.

"Hermione, you're a genius!"

He could practically hear the grin in her voice. "When am I not?"

"When high school is over, I'll move into the city. Not only will I meet someone I'll love, but I can also improve my art career! How come I haven't thought of this before?"

"Because you're so dense," came Hermione's diss.

"Quiet, you!"

Hermione laughed on the end of the line. There was a moment of silence before she spoke up again. "You know, you're dense about something else as well."

"Hm?" Harry had picked up his pencil and resumed his homework during the silence. "What's that?"

"From what you've told me...Sirius is gay."

Harry's pencil froze. "What?"

"Yeah," she released a shaky breath. "That and he's, possibly, with Remus."

Harry day there, turning the theory over in his mind. He's never thought of that, although all the signs are there. Remus is always there when Harry comes around, him and Sirius always share glances with each other, and they're both almost inseparable. Harry's only thought they were close friends, and admired the friendship they had. Oh, how wrong was he.

"Are you sure?" He choked out, unable to believe that he's missed out on something so big for so long. Overlooked the whole thing, never was given a reason to question. Wow, he really was dense.

"I'm quite positive. But I may be wrong," she added hurriedly. "If you want to know, you'll have to ask them yourself."

In fact, he did. When they went over to his house to visit Lily and him, he waited until his mother excused herself to go finish the cake before he asked in a hushed tone. Remus glared down at Sirius in response, while Sirius grinned mischievously. The two reactions were no definite responses, so he asked the two again. Remus was about to answer when Sirius pulled his face down to press their lips together. Harry's eyes widened and he felt awkward as the two passionately kissed, which he's never witnessed before between anybody. He wasn't sure how he should react, to be honest.

Finally, Remus pulled away to say, "Yes, we are." It was all Harry needed.

By the time he graduated, he had bought train tickets to the city to set up his apartment, his belongings already on their way over there. Now all that was left was to say 'goodbye'.

His mother was in tears the whole day, which broke his heart. He always hated seeing his mom cry, and it did no better that they weren't going to see each other in possibly long periods of time. But no matter what, she always said that it was best for him and that he shouldn't worry about her. But he always will worry. She was the only parent he had left.

Sirius and Remus were pretty much the same, Sirius squeezing Harry to death any chance he got, close to tears judging by his voice and misty eyes. Remus has to coax Sirius' arms from around the boy each time, telling him it was going to be okay.

"Chase your dreams, Harry," Sirius said, his voice wavering. "The sky's the limit. Remember about exploring all possibilities."

A smirk made its way on his face, and Remus slapped his shoulder, rolling his eyes. "Have fun, Harry. But not too much. Be a good boy for your mother."

"And me!" Sirius included.

"And this idiot."

"You love this idiot, don't deny it."

Remus smiled down at Sirius lovingly. Words weren't needed to show Harry how much the two loved each other.

Next was Ron, who wasn't going to the city. Instead, he wanted to help out on the Weasley farm with his other brothers and sister, who had the hugest crush on Harry—who still hasn't told Ron about his sexuality confusion. It wasn't nothing sappy, just a few 'take care of yourself' and 'call me's. Harry also said goodbye to the rest of his family, who would have him over at their house, and he's began referring them as his second family.

Hermione didn't need any goodbyes, as she was traveling to the city with Harry, and was staying in the same complex as him, making him feel more safe with someone familiar around. And after one last hug from Mrs. Weasley, they were off to the nearest train station.

The ride there was peaceful and quiet. Harry was sketching Hermione, who sat across from him, reading silently. It would seem stalkerish had he not have done this before many times, giving each sketch to her. She was very pretty, Harry admits, even though he wasn't attracted to her—they even tested it out, her kissing him, only for him to feel nothing but nervousness.

When they finally reached their stop, they gathered their things, talking about the university they're both attending. They were so engrossed in a conversation about the tour they received a summer earlier that Harry didn't watch where he was going, and walked right into someone.

"Ow, watch where you're fucking going!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm..."

Harry looked up, and immediately became entranced with grey pools. They shined ever so slightly in the sunset that colored the sky in pinks, purples, and oranges. His eyes jumped to platinum blonde hair combed neatly in contrast to Harry's bird nest on top of his head. A few strands were loose, waving ever so slightly in the light breeze that blew the green leaves on trees. His jawline was prominent and looked sharp enough to cut, but Harry wouldn't mind if it cut him. Then there were broad shoulders, and Harry almost found himself drooling at the sight of all the features put together on just one man.

The guy stood and dusted himself off before taking a proper look at Harry, eyes softening for a split second before returning back to the cold look.

"I suppose I should help you up."

He spoke as if he was an important person, as if he was one of those snobbish people on television. And, perhaps, he was. He dressed in a suit, as if he was going to a business meeting. But the sun was going to set soon, so he couldn't be
, Harry thought.

A pale hand reached out towards him, and Harry stared at it a bit. It looked so soft, well-groomed, manicured. Guys got manicures?

"Are you not going to take it?" Came the voice again. Harry found himself becoming more and more attracted to it the more he heard it.

He noticed the hand beginning to retract, so he quickly stuck is own out, grasping the pale one—yes, it was as soft as he imagined—and assisted in being pulled up. The blonde had a pretty strong grip and impressive strength, as Harry found himself standing extremely close to his chest, able to take a whiff of him. He smelled like books, expensive cologne that wasn't harsh to the nose, and brandy.

"Draco. Draco Malfoy."

Draco. The name sounded lovely.

Draco began shaking Harry's hand, an expectant look on his face. Oh, right. His name.

"I'm, uh Harry. Uh, Harry Potter."

"Nice meeting you, 'uh Harry Potter'."

He has a sense of humor. Harry might as well melt into a puddle on the spot. He was like the perfect boyfriend.

"Wait, 'Potter'?" Draco asked.

Harry nodded dreamily.

"As in James Potter's son?"

The dreamy effect evaporated as soon as he heard his father's name. How did this beautiful specimen know about his dad? Maybe they were family friends, but Harry would've remembered a name like 'Malfoy' being said by his mother.

"Yeah," Harry hesitantly said. "Why? Did you know him?"

"Oh, not me personally. My father did business with him. A fine contractor he was. He designed the second mansion of mine that's being built as we speak."

"Mansion?" Harry questioned. This kid had a mansion? At, what, 18?

"Yes, my father says that we should get a second one built, in case something happens to the first. He wanted it to be a duplicate of the one we have now, but that's just silly. Your father, he can really design. It's actually quite beautiful."

"Can I see it?" Harry blurted. He wanted to see the blueprints or something, to see his father's own masterpiece.

"I don't have it shoved up my ass, Potter," Draco smirked. "But, since you're his son, I guess I can let you take a look when it's complete."

A small grin broke across Harry's face. He's no sure why the offer pleases him, other than it being his dad's work that he's seeing, and not just pictures of beautiful bird houses he's built when he was around Harry's age—which were really extravagant, not the typical birdhouse, as some had
stairs.

Draco gave a chuckle. "You're actually kind of cute," he muttered lowly, but Harry still heard him. He didn't say anything, since he wasn't supposed to hear, plus he was looking at Hermione, who was giving Draco a weird look.

"I...I should get going," Harry said, backing away from the taller man—it was another thing he liked, the height—and going to Hermione.

"Understandable. I guess I'll mail you whenever it's ready?"

"Why don't you just call—"

"Splendid! What's your number?"

Draco reached in his pocket and pulled out a pen and a folded piece of scrap paper. Harry recited the phone number to his phone at his apartment, watching the elegant script being written on the paper.

"Great. Call you in a few years."

With that, Draco walked off, leaving Harry with a warm feeling in his stomach.

"I want to be his friend," Harry said, staring after the guy.

Hermione pinched the bridge of her nose with a sigh and shook her head.