The classroom was situated with tables, unlike the desks Harry was used to. The room was spacious and the teacher's voiced echoed off of the stone walls. The teacher was a short and stout man that had an ungodly mustache. A mustache so outrageous that Harry couldn't understand how it didn't defy gravity. His name was Mr. Flitwick and he was a chemistry teacher, yet Harry only wished to know the science of how a man could be so scarily short. Ron sat beside him, and wrote comments on Harry's paper such as "Flitwick more like Flitdick" and "do you think his wife is a giant to balance it out". Harry snickered at each one, Ron giving him a small smile. Despite Ron's enjoyment of criticizing the teacher, he would steal glances at Hermione—who avidly listened and wrote down each word that left the man's mouth.

The bell rang, and each teenager responded by dashing out of their seats and running towards freedom—considering that was the last period of the day. "Hey, Harry. I've been meaning to ask. Why does my sister hate you?" Ron questioned, as Hermione ran after the boys and quickly joined Ron's side.

"Ron!" Hermione warned, as if she knew something.

Harry just shrugged in response, and Ron opened his mouth to continue his questioning. Before he could finish, Harry quickly responded. "I've got to do something."

Back in the dorm, Harry dialed the number of a person he'd barely gotten a word out of since the incident. "Hey." He said when the someone answered.

"James?" A delighted voice asked.

Quickly a voice shouted in the background. "Stop it, Sirius."

"It's Harry." Harry answered, pretending this exchange was painless. "I called to tell you how school was going."

"My boy." Sirius whimpered and Harry heard that he began to get choked up.

"That's enough." Remus said, stealing the phone from Sirius and running out of the room. "Harry, please, call me if you want to speak to us. You know Sirius, he's—"

"Still grieving, I know." Harry flattened the green rug that laid near Draco's bed with his foot as he spoke. Suddenly the door opened and Harry saw Draco enter, looking oddly happy. "Draco, can you fix the rug?" Harry asked, pulling the phone away from his ear slightly, and Draco nodded.

Harry pulled the phone back to his ear to hear, "D-Draco? As in Lucius' son? Harry, be very careful. Please. We can't lose you too." Remus choked, and Draco was close enough to hear Remus' response—crushing him that he'd always have that reputation.

"You're not going to lose me." Harry assured. "I've got the dangerous fiend under control." Harry teased, making Draco blush slightly. "Is Sirius doing any better?"

"Still delusional. But, he'll get better." Remus' voice was not nearly as convincing as Harry would like. "You know, Sirius, your father, and I went to that school. That's why I sent you there. There's many good people there, and I know many people who have children there."

"I know. I've met many already, like the Weasley family."

"Oh, I'm good friends with the mother. Wonderful bunch, aren't they?"

"Yeah, they're amazing. The daughter and I don't get along too well, though. I guess I'm not a good kisser." Harry said, Draco immediately cracked up and put a hand over his mouth to stop himself.

"Harry!" Remus paused and took a minute to recoup. "It takes practice."

This made Draco laugh hysterically, like a hyena. "Stop it." Harry yelled, throwing a pillow at Draco, as he collapsed onto his bed in a fit of giggles.

"Harry, please be careful with that boy. He's not one to be trusted. He's not good."

"Just like Harry's kissing skills." Draco teased, grabbing his stomach as if it would control his laughter. "Harry's kiss is as deadly as a Death Eater. I'm gonna piss myself." Draco said, turning to his side.

"I will attack you, Malfoy. I'll kiss you, hopefully it'll end you. Wanker." Harry threatened and both boys were smiling so hard that their cheeks began to ache.

"Do not!" Remus screamed, ending the fire of laughter. "Harry, please, a relationship with that boy—"

"A relationship?" Harry was appalled. "I'm not gay, Remus!"

"Well, how am I supposed to be able to tell? Sounds like flirting to me." Remus retorted, then tried to change the subject matter. "You have a break soon, you know. Do you want to come home for the break."

"I don't have a home." Harry answered angrily. "And I'm not gay."

"I meant to Sirius and I's home. And Harry, I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend you." Remus tried to make amends, but Harry still felt fired up after being accused of being gay. "Just... you have spring break soon, so we can all spend time together."

"Yeah, that'll be nice." Harry tried to calm himself down because he knew Remus was hurting—like he was— and was tasked with caring for Sirius on top of it all. "I love you."

"I love you, too. I'm so proud of you." Remus responded. "Goodbye, Harry."

"Bye." Harry then hung up, tossing his phone onto his bed. "You still haven't fixed the rug!" Harry reprimanded and Draco quickly got up to adjust his rug. "Gay for you? My god, how absurd. How disgusting." Harry shook his head in agony at the thought of even touch Malfoy's slimy skin. Draco saw a light in Harry's eye as if someone turned a switch, and it was obvious what had dawned on Harry. "Funny, that wasn't the first time someone had said something involving you and gay. Someone told me to be careful or you'll bum me in the night because... oh my god, you're gay."

"I have a boyfriend." No he didn't. "So, I won't bum you in the night."

"I mean, I'm cool with all that..stuff. You know, gay rights and everything." Harry scratches his head, trying to recover whilst pretending he wasn't take aback by the news. "My uncle is gay, so—"

"Shut up." Draco said, sparing him from having to continue to agonizingly redeem himself. "I don't care." Draco lied through his teeth, and he was convincing.

***

"Harry," Fred started, draping an arm over Harry's shoulder.

"Ginny told us everything." George continued, supporting Harry on his other side. In the month of Harry being there, he'd come to really enjoy the twins' presence. He had quickly become closest to Ron, but the twins weren't too far behind. "I had an awkward first kiss myself."

"Yes, the first is the worst." Fred assured.

"That wasn't my first kiss." Harry interjected, not wanting to admit who his first kiss really was. It was a mistake, and they'd never spoken about it after it occurred. Ralph and him were drunk one night, and Ralph decided to be frisky with his best mate. The kiss had been awkward, considering Harry didn't know how to maneuver around Ralph's large nose and Ralph's drunk I was made him plain sloppy.

"So," George replied, looking to Fred for him to finish.

"Just not the right girl, then."

"Understandable." Fred and George commented simultaneously.

"On the bright side, we don't have to worry about you snogging our sister again." Fred teased.

"Yes, doubt that'd happen again."