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The Dawning of Three	By : Persephone Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 13957 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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It was a knock on the front door that pulled Harry away from his lunch three days later. He frowned and looked up at the ceiling, wondering who would be visiting. Remus and Sirius were had gone out for lunch together and he was seeing Ron and Hermione tonight at the Weasley’s for dinner. Shrugging to himself, he put down his cheese sandwich and got up from the table. The knock came again.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m coming.” He muttered to himself as he walked up the stairs to the ground floor. He made his way towards the front door, knowing that only a wizard would be awaiting him, what with the muggles unable to even see Grimmauld. Through the frosted glass window in the door, he could see that his guest was tall and dressed in black. He grabbed the handle and pulled the door open, a large grin splitting his face when his eyes fell on his visitor.

“Took you long enough.” Blaise grumbled, stepping in without invitation and shutting the door behind him. He stepped up to Harry, sliding his arms around the boy’s waist and pressing them close, “I missed you, mio amore, did you miss me?” he dropped his head into the crook of Harry’s neck and nuzzled the skin there with his mouth.

Harry scrunched his nose up and pushed Blaise away, “Get off me, you perv.”

The Italian threw his head back and laughed, “Oh, you are so much fun to play with.” He winked at Harry and slid an arm around his shoulders. “So, are you going to show me around?” he looked down the hallway, surveyed the pictures on the walls, and smiled.

“I suppose.” Harry walked down the hall in front of his friend, “Any particular reason you are here?” he asked.

“I was bored. There is only so much I can take and seeing Draco and Pansy every day wears me down.”

“So you come to see me.” Harry raised an eyebrow as he took Blaise down to the kitchen.

“Of course, I was craving your company.”

Rolling his eyes, Harry pointed at the table, “Sit down, Blaise. Would you like a drink?”

“Something strong, mio amore.”

Harry looked at the other boy and saw the fatigue on his face. Acting as if everything was fine was hard for Blaise and Harry knew just how that felt. He thought for a second before moving to one of the cupboards and rifling through it, letting out a yip of delight when his hand curled around the bottle he was looking for.

“Firewhiskey?” he asked, holding up the bottle for Blaise to inspect.

The former Slytherin smirked dangerously, “You know me so well.” He purred, his eyes falling to Harry’s bare chest. The saviour suddenly wished that he had known Blaise was coming, that way he would have put a shirt on first. At least he was wearing some jeans, but even they hung low on his hips.

Clearing his throat, he poured two glasses and handed one of them to Blaise, sitting down opposite him. They both took a gulp of the amber liquid and sucked in a breath as it slid down their throats like streams of fire. Harry took a bite of his sandwich and then leant back in his seat, watching his friend. Blaise stared right back and the two of them sat in silence for a few minutes.

“Right, I can see that you are waiting for me to talk. So where shall I start? I suppose I’m finding it a little harder than I thought. Being in that manor on my own isn’t fun. It’s too quiet...too lonely.” Blaise paused and took another gulp of his drink, looking away from Harry and not showing any sign of wanting to meet the other boy’s eyes.

Harry licked his lips, “There’s nothing wrong with feeling that way, y’know. Even with Sirius and Remus, I’m finding it difficult, I can only imagine what you’re feeling.”

“I think I need to move.” Blaise said, “Use some of the Zabini funds and buy a one bedroom flat somewhere...or you could move in with me. We could find ourselves a nice little cottage and fill it with Zabini-Potter babies.” He grinned.

Harry scoffed, “You might want to go with the former, at least until I’ve ran out of other options.”

Letting out a playful gasp, Blaise shook his head, “Are you saying I’m your last resort? How unfair, I would have thought that ginger girl was as low as you could get.”

“Rewinding the conversation.” Harry started, “Maybe you should get your own place. You could make it your own then. Somewhere near London would be good.”

“So I can be close to you.”

“I suppose, obviously I’m the only friend you can really stand being around.” Harry smiled cheekily and Blaise raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe that’s true. I’ll get looking shall I.”

“I can help if you want, I don’t mind coming with you to view some places. I’m getting bored around here, what with Ron and Hermione doing their own thing.”

“They leaving you out, baby?” Blaise cooed, “I’ll have a little talk with them, make sure they know how to treat you right.”

“Shut up.” Harry muttered, flinging a bit of half eaten crust at Blaise. The boy grimaced when it hit him in the chest, leaving crumbs behind on his black silk shirt.

“That was disgusting.” He drawled, placing the crust back on the side and wiping off his top. “So, you said you were finding it difficult here. How come?”

Harry lifted a shoulder, “It’s just not what I thought it would be. I’ve got nothing to do, no one to really spend time with apart from Ginny. Both Remus and Sirius are acting different. I’m just feeling a little out of place, unsure of where to go.” For some reason, it wasn’t hard telling Blaise the truth and it felt good to be able to talk normally with a friend, instead of worrying about what they would think.

Blaise tilted his head a little, his eyes scanning Harry’s face, “Do you wish you were back at Hogwarts?”

Harry shrugged, “Not really...I dunno. It was easy at Hogwarts, there was always something to do. Here I’m pretty lost.”

“There is so much that you could do Harry. It’s just a case of finding what it is you want. You’re nineteen in a few weeks, you’ve got years and years before you have to worry about it. You could do something for a year or two and if you don’t like it you can do something else.”

“I suppose, where to start though?”

Blaise shrugged, “You could go back to Hogwarts, ask Snape if you could be the new DADA professor. He won’t turn you down, there is no one more qualified. Or you could go work in the muggle world if you really wanted to.” His last sentence was spoken with a curl of the lip, as though the thought of working with muggles still disgusted him slightly. Harry gave him a droll stare.

“Oh I don’t know.” He waved a hand as if trying to bat the thoughts away from him. “I’ll think about it. I wouldn’t mind teaching actually...maybe I’ll write Snape an letter.” He finished off his firewhiskey in a long gulp and gasped for breath after.

Blaise reached for the bottle, snatching it up with a grin, “Come on then golden boy, show me your bedroom.”

Harry’s eyes widened, even as he stood up, “Why?”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to molest you.” Blaise scoffed, “I just thought you’d appreciate not having your godfather and his husband walk in on us getting drunk and whining about how much our lives suck.”

Nodding to himself, Harry led Blaise up to the top landing and into his room, watching incredulously as Blaise flopped down onto his back on Harry’s bed, brought the bottle of firewhiskey to his mouth and swallowed a few mouthfuls. Harry closed the door and perched beside the other boy.

“You alright there? You’re not going to break down are you?” he asked. Blaise was staring up at the ceiling, blinking every now and then but that was it. When he finally turned his head towards Harry, the saviour raised his eyebrows to urge his friend to speak.

“I’m fine, I’m just happy that I can relax. Its different with you then with the others. You don’t expect anything, you don’t think that I need to behave a certain way and you don’t try to press me. I like that.”

Harry gave in and laid back beside Blaise, turning his head to face him. “Yeah well I know how it feels to have people expect things from you. Story of my life actually. And I know how annoying it is.”

“Of course you do.” Blaise let out a dry laugh, “Silly me, I forget that I’m not the only one with issues sometimes.” His eyes didn't leave Harry’s until the other boy got a little uncomfortable with the sincerity in them and moved his head to look at the ceiling. He heard Blaise sigh softly.

“Not issues.” He said, “Obstacles. You’ll get over them at some point. They may not go away but they won’t bother you so much.”

“You are way to wise, Harry. Way to perfect.”

It was Harry turn to laugh then, a sound that almost choked him with the force of which it came out. “Perfect!” he laughed again, “I think I’m the most fucked up person there is.” He looked at Blaise, seeing that the boy hadn’t moved his head at all and was still gazing at him, his lips quirking.

“That’s what makes you perfect.” He said.

Harry swallowed the small lump that rose in his throat and sat up, leaning over and snatching the bottle from Blaise. “I shouldn’t drink too much, I’ve got to go to the Weasley’s later.”

A disgusted noise rose from beside him, “Got to see the little chit have we.”

“I’ve got to see Ginny and the others. They are my family after all, they’ve done a lot for me.” He took a few small swigs of burning liquid.

“That might be true, it doesn’t mean you have to repay them by marrying into the family.” Blaise droned.

Harry frowned at him, “I’m not.” He huffed and didn't miss the way Blaise rolled his eyes.

“I’ve seen you with her, Harry, at school and on the train. You’re different with her now, I don’t think you like her much at all.”

Harry swallowed some more firewhiskey and handed the bottle back to his friend. He hated hearing what Blaise was saying, mainly because it was all so true. “That’s not...” he sighed, “I like her.”

“Maybe you do, but at the most it’s as friends.”

Rolling over onto his belly, Harry rested his head on his arms and shrugged awkwardly. “I’m trying to figure out just how I feel. Why does it matter so much.”

Blaise raised an eyebrow, “Because you’re wasting time that could be spent with someone much better for you. Someone who understands you more.”

Harry wanted to close his eyes and cover his ears and pretend that Blaise wasn’t there, just for one second, because as much as they got on, the other wizard did have a tendency to say things that Harry didn't want to hear. He wanted to pretend everything was okay and that he didn't need to think about much; he didn't want to feel as though he needed to confront these issues, that would take way too much effort.

“Let’s talk about something else.” He said after a while.

Blaise made a noise in the back of his throat that sounded as though it might have been a grunt. He drank some more of the alcohol and sat up, looking around Harry’s room. “It’s a good place they have here.” he said, “All looks pretty new.”

“Most of it is. They redecorated after the war. It was all too Slytherin before.”

“Ah...” Blaise grinned, “Those evil slytherin’s.”

“Evil indeed.”

The dark-skinned boy flashed Harry a look, “How would you like a bad, bad Slytherin?” he drawled, turning his body towards Harry. The look on his face made it obvious just who he was talking about and Harry couldn’t help but chuckle quietly to himself.

“If I was gay, I’m sure I would take you up on that offer.” He wasn’t really sure, but he said it just to make Blaise happy.

“You don’t have to be gay.” Blaise suggested, “Just curious.”

Harry kicked him as Blaise’s hand stroked the back of his thigh. “Perv.” He muttered, rolling over again and sitting up. He nudged Blaise with his shoulder, “In your dreams.”

“You are, yeah. Constantly.”

They sat together, drinking for at least another hour. They didn't speak all too much, but when it did it was all safe subjects. Favourite Quidditch player and what they missed most about school, stuff like that. They laid beside each other, shoulders touching, heads on the pillows of Harry’s bed, just relaxing. Harry couldn’t remember when he last did this; Ron had been spending most of his time with Hermione and even when they did hang out, just the two of them, they usually played something or were in a place with other people around them. Spending time with Blaise, alone and in relative silence, was a lot nicer than he thought it would be.

He noticed after a while that the firewhiskey had definitely seeped into his bloodstream and as the ceiling started doing half-turns above him, he realised that it really hadn’t been such a good idea.

Clearing his throat, he sniffed and admitted, “I think I’m tipsy.”

Blaise chuckled darkly, “Not surprised, we’ve drunk nearly a whole bottle.”

Harry tusked, “Wonder what Remus and Sirius will say.”

“I’m sure we won’t to wait too long to find out.” Blaise muttered just as they heard the slam of the front door. Harry winced and wondered why Sirius always had to make noise everywhere he went.

“Damn” He mumbled.

It wasn’t long before he heard the thumping of footsteps racing up the stairs and he wondered whether Sirius would knock before he came in. He didn't. The door flew opened and Sirius threw himself inside.

“Harry look what I─” the man froze when he spotted Blaise and cocked his head as if trying to figure out why the boy was there. He was holding a cardboard box with Honeydukes printed on it and Harry wondered what sweet treat had made him that excited.

“Er, Hello Mr Black.” Blaise said, sitting up. Harry followed his lead and grinned at his godfather.

“Hey Sirius, this is Blaise.”

Sirius gave a nod, already aware of the boy’s name, “Hi Blaise.” He looked towards Harry, “You alright?” he raised an eyebrow, catching a glimpse of the bottle between them and barked a laugh. “Are you drunk?”

Harry shook his head, “Nope.” He said, “Just a little jolly.” He grinned again, flashing teeth.

“Naughty boys.” Sirius tsked, coming into the room and placing the box on the bed. He grabbed the bottle and glanced at the tiny amount of liquid left in the bottom. “That was Remus’ y’know.”

“I’ll repay him.” Harry said, “What’s in the box?”

“Chocolate tarts drizzled with raspberry sauce and some pumpkin pastries.”

“Yummy.” Blaise said, “I best be off, Harry. Do you mind if we hang out soon?”

“Sure, I’ll owl you tomorrow.” Harry stood up, giving his mate a friendly pat on the shoulder. Blaise grinned.

“I’ll look forward to it.” He said, leaning forward and kissing Harry on the cheek before flouncing off out of the room. Harry rolled his eyes and wiped the wet spot on his cheek, looking back to Sirius.

“Molly invited me and Remus to dinner tonight too, so we can all go together.” the man informed him, his eyes flicking to the spot on Harry’s face that Blaise’s lips had touched.

Harry’s eyebrows rose, “Oh okay, sounds good.”

“You looking forward to seeing Ron and Hermione again?” Sirius sauntered towards him, a grin on his lips. He looked Harry up and down and the teen suddenly felt like a gazelle being stalked by a lion. He swallowed and licked his lips as the animagus sat down on the edge of the bed and yanked him down with a tug on his arm.

“Yeah, can’t wait.”

“And Ginny too I suppose.”

Harry smirked, mainly to himself, at just how untrue that statement was. It must have been the ever so slight thrum of the wizarding alcohol in his veins, but he suddenly felt that his annoying predicament could have been mistaken for amusing had he been anyone other than who he was.

“Ginny and I─” He started before halting, he frowned not even sure what he was going to say. He didn't need to bother Sirius with his non-problems.

“Go on.” Sirius urged, his voice light. It made Harry feel comfortable but he still shrugged.

“It’s just not the same these days. I love her, I just don’t know whether I love her enough anymore.”

They both sat in silence for a bit; Harry unsure on where to go with the conversation from there and Sirius waiting until he could trust himself not to give a yell of joy. The older man sniffed and leant into his godson a little more, in a supposed comforting gesture.

“Funny thing about love, when it’s not right it doesn’t last.” Sirius said finally, “It doesn’t matter if neither person has done something wrong, it just fades. I think its normally because the person or people you are supposed to be with are right beside you and your heart knows that they will give you everything you need, so it forgets about what filled it before. That was only temporary.”

Harry raised his eyebrows, unaware that the big kid beside him could come up with something like that. He wasn’t sure whether there had been another bottle of firewhiskey downstairs, but if there was, Sirius had definitely gulped down the lot before he had come up here. He picked through the sentences, trying to find something to grasp onto. He could tell that Sirius was trying to say that his soulmate was around him now and so he didn't want Ginny anymore, but his feelings for Ginny had been fading for a while and he didn't have a clue who could have induced it.

“People?” He asked when he realised that Sirius had mentioned it.

Sirius nodded, “Yes people, sometimes we can have more than one soulmate.”

“Really?” Harry asked, frowning. He had never thought about a relationship that included three or more people but it seemed like it would be a hell of a lot more work. No doubt the fights would be epic too.

“Sure. It’s not normal in the muggle world, I’ve been told, but here it’s just as normal as the average couple.”

“Strange.” Harry muttered, shaking his head in awe. “I couldn’t imagine having two people to look after.”

Sirius scoffed, “Maybe you wouldn’t have too.” He said, “Maybe it’s those two people that are there to look after you, not the other way around.”

Harry raised an eyebrow, “How in the world would two women look after me?”

Stumped, Sirius thought up something quickly, “That’s the funny thing about soulmates Harry, they may not always fit in with your perception of who or what they will be.” he needed to stop before Harry thought he was up to something, but if he could just get his godson to realise that age or gender or even relation didn’t matter, then he would have knocked down the biggest wall they had between them getting the relationship they needed.

Harry shook his head, sure that his godfather was on one of his trips, and stood up. “Shall we go and see Remus? How is he feeling today?”

“He’s alright today.” Sirius said, looking around the room and summoning a black tee that was lying on top of the chest of drawers. “You not cold?” he asked, handing the top out to Harry. Mooney may be taking a back seat today but if he spotted Harry topless then he’d come out with a force so strong that Sirius couldn’t predict what would happen. Only that it would be bad.

Harry took the top, pulling it on even though he was quite comfortable as he was. They walked down the stairs, Sirius following him as he made his way towards the kitchen. He could smell something utterly delicious and inhaled deeply just to savour it a little longer.

“Smells like Remus is cooking something to take with us later.” Sirius said.

He was and Harry couldn’t help but stand beside the werewolf and peak into the pan, closing his eyes and inhaling even more. “Smells yum.” He stole a leaf of spinach from the pan and shoved it in his mouth, tasting butter and garlic before the true flavour of spinach came through. Remus smacked his hand with the spatula.

“Hey, hands off, it’s for later.”

“What is it?” Harry asked

“Just some spinach, with onions and garlic. I thought I’d do something with vegetables.”

“Smells amazing.”

“Garlic and onion always smells amazing when its cooking.” Remus said, rolling his eyes, he nudged Harry out of the way. “We haven’t got long. Molly wants us there in about an hour.” He stilled slightly and cocked his head, his eyes scanning Harry who shrunk back a little. “Have you been drinking?” he asked.

Harry looked over his shoulder at Sirius for some support but the other man just smirked at him. He turned back to Remus and shrugged, blinking innocently. “Maybe.”

Remus leant into him, his face looming close enough for Harry to feel the man’s breath on his lips. The older man inhaled softly and his topaz eyes narrowed. “You’ve been at my firewhiskey.” He said, straightening up.

Harry crumbled, “I’m sorry, Blaise came over and we were talking and we wanted something to drink and I found you’re firewhiskey. I’ll buy you more.”

A smile spread Remus’ lips and Harry could hear Sirius chuckling behind him. “Don’t worry, Harry, I don’t mind.” The wolf said softly, he looked at Harry for a second before slowly putting his hand on the boy’s head, ruffling his hair slightly before turning away.

Harry let out a sigh of relief, “Thank merlin.”

“I’m surprised you’re talking and walking properly, that stuff can be lethal.” Sirius sniffed.

Harry nodded, “I know, which is why I took it slowly. Blaise had more.”

“You can drink you know, we won’t tell you off.” Remus stated, “You are old enough and we’re not your parents.”

“Or your babysitters.” Sirius added sternly, “You can do as you please, we just ask that you invite us in on the fun every now and then.” He smirked, winking at Harry.

The teen chuckled and nodded, “Deal. Next time I fancy a drink you two can help me finish it.”

Sirius’ eyes narrowed slightly, as if his lids had become heavy and he stared at Harry with a look on his face that made the boy shift uncomfortably. “Sounds good.” He purred and the boy frowned. That was definitely flirting, Harry was sure of it. He stared at his godfather for a little longer, trying to suss out what he was up to but falling short. He looked to Remus, just to see if the man could see what he was seeing, but he was busy focussing on the pan of food in front of him. When Harry looked back at Sirius, the man was looking down at the newspaper that was on the table.

Maybe he had drunk too much. Shaking his head, Harry sat down at the table and wondered what to do. He didn't have long, maybe he should shower and change or maybe read for a bit but he found himself stuck to his seat. He didn't mind the quiet, not when he was surrounded by the men that meant the most to him. It calmed him, made him feel good, sitting in the kitchen with Sirius reading the paper and Remus cooking up something delicious. He knew he had missed too much when something so small made him feel so happy.

Remus said he had enough time to whip up some mashed potatoes, so he did, letting Harry help him. Harry mashed the potatoes the muggle way, putting in the effort until his arm ached and burned. He didn't see the way the two men watched him, didn't pay attention to how hot the room got, just worked away at making sure there were no lumps in the fluffy white mixture. When he was done he charmed the food to stay warm and covered the bowl with a cloth.

“Are we ready?” he asked as he turned around, finding Remus and Sirius sitting at the table, leaning back in their chairs. Remus’ head was lolled off the back of the chair, his eyes closed while Sirius stared at him with a dangerous smirk on his face. Harry raised an eyebrow, “You alright Remy?”

Remus jerked and looked up at him, blinking as though he was trying to focus through a haze. “I’m fine.” He said, “and yeah, we best be off. I don’t want Molly yelling at me for being late.”

“You’re scared of Molly?” Harry asked, his voice thick with amusement.

Remus stood up, cocking his head at the teen, “Definitely.” He scratched at his cheek, “You’ve heard her before, the way she screeches makes my ears bleed.”

“True.” Harry muttered, “Come on then.”

They flooed to the Burrow, Remus first and then Harry with Sirius coming through last, stumbling up against Harry’s back. The man stabilised himself by gripping Harry’s hips, whispering a hushed apology in the boy’s ear. Harry swallowed thickly, feeling the length of Sirius pressed close to him made something inside of him twist and clench, he leapt away, clearing his throat. He felt them look at him but ignored it, not sure of what to say, thankfully Molly chose that moment to rush up to them, pulling them all into individual hugs.

When Harry was free, he placed the bowl of mash in his hands down on the table, amidst plates of salad and garlic bread and butter soaked greens, all of which was filling the room with a mouth-watering aroma that made Harry’s stomach gurgle hungrily. He didn't know what they were having as their main, but he was suddenly looking forward to it very much.

“Harry!” Hermione beamed as she ran up to him, throwing her arms around his neck and squeezing him tightly. “How are you.”

He hugged her back, smelling the jasmine shampoo she loved so much, “I’m alright. How are you?” he asked as he let her go. Ron plodded up beside her, smacking Harry on the arm in way of greeting.

“We’re great.” Ron answered for both of them. “Found a place in London the other day, we’re moving in next week.”

“Wow, that’s wicked.” Harry said as they made their way to the sofas and sat down. “If you need help moving, just let me know.”

“We will, thanks.” Hermione nodded excitedly, “Its a block of flats owned by a wizard, so all the other tenants are magical in some way too and we get to pay in galleons. It’s really nice, all modern. It would be a great place for you if you wanted to move out of Grimmauld.”

“Hey!” Sirius called from his place across the room, “Stop trying to get my Harry to leave us.” he teased, glaring playfully at Hermione, who shrugged meekly.

“Sorry.” She muttered, rolling her eyes.

“I doubt I’ll move out, but I might take Blaise there to have a look, we told me today he wanted to find a smaller place for himself.”

“I don’t blame him, I wouldn’t want to live by myself in a manor. He must be lonely.” Hermione’s face showed sympathy, while Ron just scrunched his nose up in confusion.

“You saw him before you saw us?” he asked.

It was Harry’s turn to roll his eyes, “He came over today. You two have been busy.”

“It’s true.” Hermione said, flashing Ron a look that screamed ‘grow up’, “We’ve been pretty self-centred the last week and a bit, but that will change Harry.”

“Hey it’s all good, It’s given me time to think.”

Not that he actually wanted that time, but he wouldn’t tell them that. It would be better off for all of them if they didn't have to confront the problems that being home brought. For Harry at least. Looking around he noticed that all the Weasley’s were filing in, minus Percy of cause, who had died during the war, fighting for the other side. Fleur and Bill were already sitting at the table, the former sitting back from the edge to accommodate her large distended stomach. Bill’s hand was settled firmly on the bump as if he couldn’t let go in fear of losing just one moment and Harry wondered how that felt, to know that the person you love the most was carrying your baby, keeping it safe and helping it grow. It was a feeling he was looking forward to experiencing one day.

The other Weasley brothers were finding their seats and talking loudly about the delicious smelling food. Charlie had brought his new girlfriend, Harry hadn’t met her yet but he had heard nice things about her. She was quite average looking, for Charlie’s tastes; petite with an slightly rounded figure, brown hair to her shoulders and a make-up free face. She was a pretty girl and a muggle too, which Harry knew Arthur was happy about. He loved being able to talk about anything muggle. Fred and George were joking about something or other, snatching up a piece of garlic bread and wolfing it down.

“Harry”

He turned when he heard his name, recognising the voice immediately. Ginny bounced towards him, a smiling splitting her face. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him on the mouth. Harry returned the greeting with some enthusiasm but whether it was real or fake, even he couldn’t tell.

“You okay?” He asked her when there was some space between them. Her hand lingered against his as she turned a smiled at Remus and Sirius. Both of the men gave her tight grins, grinding their molars behind the facade.

“Yeah, I went shopping in the muggle world with Hermione yesterday. It was fascinating.” She gushed, pulling him over to the table.

He sat beside her, listening to the laughter and the conversation as the people around the table handed each other bowls of food and loaded their plates. The main dish was roast chicken, which he was a little disappointed about, he would much rather have Molly’s lasagne or shepherd’s pie but it was still nice. He stayed quiet most of the meal, and he noticed that Remus did too. They caught each other’s eye at one point and Harry found himself unable to look away, even when Ginny tried to grab his attention by running her fingers through the hair at the back of his neck and even kissing him just under his ear, which he found slightly awkward when Remus raised an eyebrow. He forced himself to join in, to catch up with his friends and savour his meal but the more the evening went on the more he wanted to go home and spend his evening drowning in the tension filled silence that he had started getting used to whenever he was alone with his housemates.

He decided to go home when Sirius and Remus did, instead of staying the night at the Burrow. Mainly because Ginny was suffocating him a little, so much so that even Sirius had made a few snide comments about it that had cause a blush to rise on Harry’s cheeks and Ginny to send the animagus a few sharp looks that just embarrassed the boy more. But instead of staying up and try to make small talk, Harry headed straight to his room and flopped down on the bed, falling asleep with his head buried in his pillow and a series of jumbled thoughts flitting through his mind.
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