After a better conversation with the Grangers and getting things cleared up, Harry sought out Cyrus. It was clear to everyone that Harry now had a good mentor in Cyrus. The man had almost taken Harry in like the son that he never had. The man was brilliant in business and knew more about the Wizengamot than most other people. He also knew Harry's parents, which to Harry was more important than anything else.

He found Cyrus sitting in one of the sitting rooms reading a book while drinking what looked to be a Brandy.

"How did everything go," asked Cyrus, not looking up from his book.

"Well considering that the building is still standing and you have not heard yelling clear across the house, I would say quite well," replied Harry. "I take it Daphne told you what I was doing."

"She may have warned me just so I could be ready to respond if needed."

"Well thankfully, you were not needed. I will need some assistance tomorrow putting up wards around their clinic. Found something in the family book that my family used ages ago."

"The Potter's were known as protectors of the muggles. They were proud of their magic, but they did not use it for nefarious reasons. They protected those that could not protect themselves. That is what they were known for," said Cyrus. "Your father had that mentality."

"Dumbledore said that he was also a bully."

"He was. He absolutely was. His favorite target was Severus. With everyone else, his pranks were just good fun. When it came to Severus, there were other issues between them. And actually it was one person that was between them."

"Who?"

"Your mother."

"Ummm….what? Are you telling me Snape had a thing for my mom?"

"They were friends before your mother even attended Hogwarts," explained Cyrus. "They were friends when they got to Hogwarts, but at some point, he did something stupid and she never talked to him again."

"Let me guess, Dad saw Snape as an obstacle and did what he could to get rid of him."

"Sort of. James and Sirius targeted Snape because he would be around Lily all the time, taking her attention away from James. It did not help that he was a Slytherin who was also a know it all. He was one of the top of the class and he seemed to revel in that. He would always make snide comments about his being smarter than the popular idiots."

"So both parties were guilty."

"Yes, but James and Sirius were more aggressive in their approaches. They were brilliant pranksters, but their 'jokes' towards Snape were more cruel."

"So that is why he hates me so much."

"Possibly, but his hatred towards your father should not be directed at you."

"I agree."

The two sat in silence for a few moments. That was not a conversation that either of them expected to have.

"So, what brought you to me before we went off on that unwanted trip down memory lane?"

"Oh yeah. Almost forgot my entire reason for hunting you down. I had a couple of questions that I wanted to get your opinion on."

"And how can I help?"

"This might be a little awkward at points."

"Then I will need a refill," said Cyrus as he stood up and walked over to the small bar and refilled his glass with more Brandy. He returned to the chair he had been sitting in and took a large sip. "So what awkwardness do you have for me?"

"I had a conversation with the girls after we got back. I had a few things I wanted to inform them of, including the information about the horcruxes. We then talked about my desire to get to know them better. They also wanted to work on that, but then we got on the topic of things to do outside of training. Simple hobbies, swimming, flying things like that."

"Nothing awkward so far," said Cyrus. "All of that makes sense."

"It was what I started thinking about after that conversation before my conversation with the Grangers."

"Oh boy," said Cyrus out loud as he downed his glass.

"You are the closest I have to a father figure now. I don't know who else to go to for these chats. If you are uncomfortable.."

"Oh I am going to be very uncomfortable, but I would rather you get truth from me rather than horrible advice or information from people your own age."

"Thank you. My first concern is about dating all four of them, and showing affection in front of people. I am not talking about full on snogging in front of everyone, but a simple kiss from them."

"People will need to get over it," said Cyrus. "Your relationship is not normal, but that is not anyone's business. You want to show them affection, which you should, and you have all rights to do so."

"Now, here comes awkward. What about being a little more physical? I am not suggesting what your worst fear is, but the beginning stages of that. Well, at least that is what I think would be the beginning stages."

Cyrus shook his head, trying to hold back his laugh. This was definitely going to be awkward, but it was going to be entertaining too.

"Ok. Harry, you are talking about snogging them, correct?"

"Yeah. How do I know if they are ready for it. How do I know that they want to move to that? Where do we go to do that in private?"

"Slow down son. Oh boy. Ok. Let's start at the beginning. The best way to know if they are ready to progress to that point is to talk to them. Also, make sure they all know who is at what level. In a situation like yours, communication among all parties is going to be vital. The last thing you want is to have one of the other girls find you in that time and not knowing. Sounds weird, but I think that it will be best for you."

"That kind of makes sense," said Harry.

"Good. The first two things you mentioned are all handled with communication. Talk to them. They will let you know. Do not try and force it on them…"

"I would never do that," Harry yelled out.

"I didn't say you would, but I just have to say it. That is the father part of me. Now, as for your third question, it is really simple. This is your house. Anywhere you want is the easy answer. The smarter answer is somewhere private. You have a lot of land and a lot of places to enjoy the company of another without being seen. I would not recommend your bedroom though. That might have people getting the wrong idea."

"When did you first go that far," asked Harry. Cyrus froze. This was not a question he really wanted to answer, but he felt like lying to the kid would be hypocritical because they have been talking about communication.

"How far are you asking?"

"The full distance?"

"Oh what the bloody fuck," muttered Cyrus. "Damnit."

"I'm sorry if I crossed a line."

"Oh you crossed it, but it makes sense that you would ask something like that. You just want to make sure your feelings don't make you weird. I know because that was how I acted. Fuck. I was around your age. That is actually the usual age most people in our world seem to experience it. For some people it is wonderful, for others, it is extremely awkward."

"That is kind of what I am worried about. I feel like I am going to be awkward with everything. I have not had any experience that was comfortable. I felt like a rookie taking his first flight around the pitch during the World Cup."

"Nice analogy," said Cyrus. "Most guys will not admit to that at all."

"It's true."

"Well at least you have nowhere to go from here than improvement. Was there anything else?"

"Tons. As I was leaving the conversation with the Grangers, Mrs. Granger joked about finding the girls in my bedroom."

"Has that happened and I didn't know about it?"

"No. Not even close. Well, we did have that little group conversation in there earlier, mostly because I knew it was the best place to get some privacy for us."

"That is not a bad thing."

"The issue was when she mentioned that my brain thought about having them in the bed with me. Not in a sexual way. At least not yet but having them next to me. I felt really calm while that thought was in my head."

"That is actually a really good thing. Most boys your age wouldn't be thinking like that. Now do not ruin this by saying you would think any other way."

"I won't say it then."

Cyrus shook his head. "Harry, the truth is, kids your age usually progress to advanced stages of showing affection during this time. I would be an idiot to think you or they would be any different. The best I can do is hope that you all will be intelligent about it and not rush into anything just because other people are."

"I am not looking to rush into anything. I just know that I will have those feelings because I am a hormonal teenage bloke who now has four beautiful girlfriends."

"I can't believe I am about to say this," said Cyrus as he stood up and grabbed the bottle of Brandy. He took a large swig directly from the bottle. "First, I repeat that this is your house. No one can tell you what you can or cannot do in it. I also reiterate that you should not rush into anything."

"Ok. I got it."

"If you are going to do any of the things that you have mentioned, then do them after people have gone to bed. At least when the parents have."

"Um…Ok."

"Harry, this is not easy for me to talk about, but I understand that you don't have anyone else to discuss it with. I am giving advice to my daughter's boyfriend on how to sneak around behind my back to shag her."

"I think you need to put the bottle down sir."

"No. I need to finish it off and have some one hit me with an Obliviate. The truth is I feel bad for you because you have no one you can turn to for this so I feel the responsibility to educate you like I was educated by your father of all people."

"What?"

"Your father is the one who taught me how to sneak around and how to woo a woman and what to do when it came time to shag."

"Wow." That was all that Harry could say. "I really am sorry with how this conversation went."

"Don't be sorry. Just promise me you won't tell me when you do actually do things with my daughter."

"I promise. I can tell you that she is the only one who I have not kissed yet."

"Why not," asked Cyrus, not sure why he would ask something like that.

"Because she wanted to wait. I told you I am not going to pressure any of them."

"Good lad. Now, I think it is a good time for us to go our separate ways. I need to finish off this bottle, and yes, I will be telling my wife because she will know something is wrong with me."

"I will not be telling your daughter about this conversation, I can promise you that."

Cyrus simply nodded and returned to his chair with the bottle of Brandy in his hand. Harry walked out of the room and didn't know where to go next. He wandered around for a little while before he found himself sitting in the library. He was not looking at any books. He was just staring at the ceiling.

"I know the conversation with my parents was a little uncomfortable, but I didn't think it would have you sitting in the library doing nothing," said Hermione as she walked in behind him.

Harry thought for a moment and knew he needed to talk to someone. It might as well be the one person he trusts the most. The other girls still had to learn about him. Hermione knew almost everything about him.

"I need to talk with you, but it needs to be somewhere private. I just had a very interesting conversation with Cyrus."

"Where do you want to go?"

"How about my family library. No one can get in there unless I let them in."

The two teenagers quietly snuck out of the main library and were able to make their way to the family library. As soon as the door closed, Harry began telling Hermione everything that he and Cyrus talked about. Harry didn't notice because he had been pacing back and forth, but Hermione had a huge grin on her face. She was glad that he did not see her blush at the mention of snogging with her and the other girls. She was just as shocked as Harry was when Cyrus informed him how to sneak around to do nefarious things with them. She was fighting the urge to burst out in laughter.

"Harry, please sit down," said Hermione, getting exhausted watching Harry's pacing. He did as she asked, sitting next to her where she patted the couch. "Thank you. Now, I know how uncomfortable that must have been. I had to have that conversation with my mother. Your was worse because it was one of your girlfriends' fathers. It was funny because if it was uncomfortable for you, imagine how bad it was for him."

"He was finishing off a bottle of Brandy when I left the room."

"Impressive. Harry, we are teenagers. Our parents were all teenagers too. They know what teenagers do. They just hate admitting that we will be like them in some ways."

"I just had questions because bringing that up to you all right now… Well…"

"It scared you," Hermione finished his statement. "I get that. The only thing that is making this conversation easier for me is that you had it so much worse."

"Glad my pain helped."

"Harry, we all are going to be doing things like that. It is going to happen. I'm just happy that you got advice on how to do it better."

"From one of my girlfriend's dad."

"Well, he wasn't wrong though."

Hermione then moved closer to Harry. Harry could feel his heart racing. Hermione was sitting right next to him, her smooth legs against his as her sorts only went down to her mid thighs.

"Hermione.."

Before he could say anything that would stop her, Hermione quickly straddled him and pressed her lips to his. She held her hands to his face, making sure that he did not pull away. He had already admitted to her during his rant that he wanted to progress things, but was not sure if any of them were. She just took control. She felt his arms wrap around her back, pulling her body closer to his. She also noticed something rise. It was exactly where it would go if things progressed any further. She couldn't help herself as she slowly grinded her pelvis against his. Their tongues had breached each other's mouths, dancing with each other.

She moaned as Harry started growing harder. He was hitting her spot perfectly. This escalated to levels she had not thought of. The two were still fully clothed. His hands had moved up into her shirt to place his hands on her bare back. He pulled her as close as he could to him. He kissed her neck as she moaned with every movement they made together.

"Oh shit," he mumbled. "Hermione."

Moments later, Hermione found herself having muscle spasms in her legs and her sorts feeling a little damp. She got off of Harry and looked down to see a mess on the front of his shorts.

"I'm sorry," he began to say.

"For what? That was amazing," said Hermione as she kissed him again. "Harry, that was intense. What you just did is exactly what I just did. You just can't see it."

"I never thought it would be anything like that."

"I don't think either once of us did. Did you enjoy it?"

"Of course I did."

"So did I. Now, let's get cleaned up. I don't think you want to be walking out of here with that stain on the front of your shorts."

"Probably a bad idea," agreed Harry. "I can honestly say that I cannot wait to do that again."

"Me too. You do know that I am telling the other girls though."

"Why?"

"So they know the fun stuff we all can get up to now that you have learned how to be a bad boy."

Harry stood in shock as Hermione used her wand to clean the both of them up.