Honey.

Chapter 2

A few minutes, hours in Harry's state and the young wizard boy perched precariously in front of his blond professor began to notice the phenomenon of Gilderoy's wandering hands. Every other knead with his hands, Gilderoy would let his hands wander down farther on Harry's chest. Harry became nervous but could not pull himself away from the wonderful sensation this wandering was incurring. This realization caused a sense of fright to jolt through Harry's body but it wasn't enough to stop what his body did next.

Gilderoy's inconvenient exploration of Harry's chest had at last lead to his nipples and as one of Gilderoy's skilled digits ran over the pinked flesh Harry let out an unexpected moan and pushed up against Gilderoy's hand. This action seemed to shock both men from their dreams as Harry and Gilderoy rocketed away from each other. The startled look on both their faces held nothing more then shock and confusion and as Gilderoy opened his mouth to speak Harry stopped him as he abruptly stepped from the bath clutching his towel tightly around him. Before he left he turned quickly back to his still shocked professor.

"Thank you for the backrub-I have to go" He mumbled hurriedly and with that he fled from the bathroom.

The next day in Defense Against the Dark Arts was a war in Harry's mind and his friends diden't help at all. Hermione with her incessant fussing over whether Gilderoy was looking at her had escalated beyond the normal standpoint for the conservative girl. It seemed that a friend of Ginny's friend who had been in Class after everyone had left had been told by a friend of a friend that Gilderoy thought of Hermione was his star pupil, but then it was quite obvious since he pointed it out almost every other day. None the less Hermione was smitten, with a frustrated Ron in tow.

But today Harry's mind was to full of confused notions, ideas and assumptions that he had no time to take part in the daily drama of his friends. He looked up at Gilderoy in front of the class for at least the 100th time this class period and like every other time, he found no sign of Lockhart taking any notice of interest in him.

"Blimey Harry, what's got you all aloof today huh?" Ron interrupted Harry's stare at their professor and caused him to turn towards his best mate.

"What? Oh, nothing Ron, just things on my mind is all" he looked over at Ron and Hermione trying to look as convincing as he could.

"But Harry, I've never seen you so out of it before…Is something wrong. Did smarmy Lockhart give you a bad grade?" Ron retorted quite interested with Harry's indifference to his friends worry.

"Oh Ron, leave him alone. He probably has that big test on his mind. What about you Ron, have you studied for any of the big test tomorrow!?" Hermione flew in, defending Harry's aloofness, even if she was worried to.

"Bloody hell! I'm fine guys, nothings wrong, just stressed for the test is all" Harry nearly yelled at his two best mates, talking a bit louder then he intended. He gave one last look at the still aloof Lockhart and stuffed his head in a book.

As Harry nearly ran back to the boy's dorms, passing up a nervous looking Neville asking for help with his homework, he flung himself to his bed sat down to finally think about what had happened yesterday. And he let the repracussions of the night before fly at him from all directions. Why had Lockhart been in the bath in the first place? , his reason wasn't very convincing. Why had he asked such an odd thing as to rub his shoulders.

Why had Harry liked it!?

He layed down, clutching his pillow to his waist, letting the confusion of his young mind yell at him. He was confused and there was only one person he could think to talk to.


Remus Lupin sat in his in his small shabby office looking over legal papers for his official school return as a worried looking boy graced the door way of his room.

"Why hello Harry…" He said, smiling slightly. "You don’t look well, is something wrong?"

Harry slowly made his way into Remus's office, closing the door behind him and sitting down in a torn chair beside the desk Remus sat at.

"I need to talk to you…"

The first 3 minutes of silence was credited to Remus finishing up his papers before he could talk to Harry, and when he was down he turned to the distraught teenager with a worried face and asked again what was wrong with the boy.

"Prof. Lupin I-"

"Call me Remus Harry, we're on friendly terms here, even if I will be teaching you again soon" Remus interrupted.

"Remus…" Harry Continued "I...need to ask you about something that’s confusing me. You see, something happened the other day with…somebody and well, its confusing the bloody hell out of me!"

"Oh…" Remus looked at him and gave a small smirk. "Girl trouble is it! Well, Harry, get on with it"

"Girl, yes. Let's say that. Well, something happened yesterday between me and her and I feel like it was so wrong, but I can't help finding myself liking it. Is that wrong Remus"
Remus gave a sympathetic look "Harry, if you like this girl and you feel comfortable with each other then whatever happened I would say is between you and her and there's nothing wrong with it" "But Harry, I warn you, if you don’t love this girl then I wouldn't…you know" Remus blushed.

"I know…" Harry said and went red as well. "But, this girl is quite older then me and it was just quite awkward is all"

"Love is always awkward at first." Remus said "Now stop carrying on and worrying like that, if I wasn't right I'd think you we're talking about a teacher!" Remus let out a little laugh. "Oh Harry, I'm just kidding" He reached over to pat Harry on the back. "I think it will all turn out fine, young love is always tough. Just stay true okay?"

"Now I have to get back to my papers. It looked like I had got them all finished but more seem to arrive every minute" He said and pointed to a pile of papers that had magically appeared and was getting bigger by the minute.

"Yes, well. Um, thank you sir- Remus" Harry Said and got up, opening the door of the small office. "You've helped a lot, thanks again" and he exited.

"Anytime Harry, anytime" Lupin said softly as he glanced sadly at the new large stack of papers in front of his face

On the other side of he door Harry walked down the hallway, knowing he has wasted his evening talking about something quite far from his problem. Oh what hell DADA would be tomorrow.