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For Summery, warnings, spoilers and disclaimers see chapter one.
A/N: I have the most wonderfully wonderful beta in the whole world, so envy me! Love you Kat, I just can't thank you enough.
Chapter Twenty-Two: All that Potter angst
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"Why are you looking so smug?" Harry asked irately as he sipped the last of his butterbeer. It was Thursday again and he and Draco were sitting in their usual spot in the potions classroom. After the horrible fortnight Harry had to endure in which his father hasn’t spoken to him; and neither did Sirius; not to mention the full moon that he was suppose to be running around and playing with Remus and instead he ended up crying on his mother's shoulder, he definitely needed a little 'pick me up'.
"I'm the only Slytherin who actually witnessed the most spoken of event in the entire school."
"So?"
"So? So I'm bloody popular! They all want details since the Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors won't stop talking about how you nearly killed the legendary James Potter." Draco answered happily; in contrast with Harry his week has been splendid. At last, after months and months of having to suffer at the bottom of the social ladder in his house, he was finally back in his proper spot, on the top.
"I didn’t nearly kill him, I hardly touched him, and it was only a punch for the love of Merlin!" Harry shouted, the strain of having to watch his father milk the incident for sympathy to the fullest, topped by random people walking up to him asking him if he could possibly help them to get back at other students who wronged them made him quite hostile whenever the incident was brought up.
"Whatever, I'll have you know that you're a semi-hero in Slytherin now days, anything that can shake that cocky sureness of the Gryffindor captain is very welcome in the dungeons." Harry smiled a little at that,
"Gee, thanks it has always been a dream of mine to be the new Slytherin hero."
"It should be." Harry shook his head and opened up a new bottle, this could go on forever, and no matter what he'd say he'd always end up being belittled by the boy who really had a Greenland sized ego. "By the way, that was a very noble thing you did for your love." Draco drawled, his voice somewhat sombre.
"Really?" Harry asked suspiciously, he was getting to know Draco pretty well by now after all,
"NO!" Draco turned to look at Harry with a disgusted expression, "I would think that if your boyfriend can turn into a vicious monster once a month he'd be able to defend himself against his best friend without you jumping in to do the 'Noble thing'! For the love of Circe, not everyone needs rescuing from the bloody Boy-who-lived!" Harry tried to hide his smile,
"I was defending you as well…" He said with a slightly hurt tone,
"What do you want? A bloody shag?" Draco snorted and looked a little sullen, luckily no one seemed to remember the first part of the argument between Harry and James and they all remembered what James said about Remus and Harry's reaction to it. It wasn’t that Draco wasn’t grateful to Harry for stand up for him, but it was really not in his nature to gush and turn mushy over something like that.
"That would be rather painful wouldn't it?" Harry asked and snickered as Draco's face turned greenish and disgusted, "I always knew you coveted my arse, but unfortunately for you, you can't have it." Harry stretched out his legs, and smiled smugly,
"Ha Ha very funny, Potter. Think highly of yourself don't you?" Draco snarled, feeling a little miffed at being stung in his own field, by Harry Potter no less. Harry gave him a brilliant smile and Draco rolled his eyes,
"Are you done now?" Harry gave him a haughty look, complete with a pout and a head tilt in the other direction,
"Yes."
"Good." They sat and sipped their drinks in silence, glancing at each other from the corners of their eyes, trying to gauge which one of them would crack first. It was Draco who bit his lip and turned his head the other way before the two of them started sniggering.
"I bet your wolf was mightily happy you defended his honour…" Draco said with a sly smile and Harry rolled his eyes,
"No, actually he's pretty pissed; he wants me to talk to James. There's just too much tension in the dorms right now and Remus doesn’t deal with stress well."
"So, what are you going to do?" Draco asked with no real hope for his friend, Harry was just too predictable,
"Talk to James of course, I've had it with the whole situation and James obviously won't make the first step so I guess it's up to me." Draco shook his head, yep, that was just about right,
"Gods, and here I thought this would actually be interesting, serves me right to mess up with a bunch of goody-two-shoes Gryffindorks!"
“James, can I have a word?” Harry was nervously fidgeting berating himself for being such a quivering mass of nerves when by all means it should be James that was feeling bad.
“Are you going to hit me again?” I will if you keep asking stupid questions! Harry took a deep breath and gritted his teeth to get rid of ill-times thoughts,
“Please?” James shrugged and Harry tilted his head, indicating the stands. James nodded and the two made their way up the Gryffindor booth. After a careful consideration Harry decided the best time to approach James was right after Quidditch practice, for the reasoning that James would be happy and worn out and probably more likely to listen to what Harry had to say. But now that he got James where he wanted, namely sitting on the bench and gazing down at the pitch, Harry suddenly found himself bereft of words.
"Umm, well… I just… I probably shouldn't have hit you, and I'm sorry for that…" He started, doing his best to ignore James' huffing next to him, "But you shouldn't have said those horrible things about Remus and the others." He concluded, there, that wasn't so hard. Too bad he had to wait for James to speak…
"You're right," James sighed, this conversation was long over due and he was quite pleased that Harry took the initiative and approached him first otherwise he'd probably have to go against everything in his stubborn nature and go to Harry. As much as he had fun rubbing Harry's face in the fact that he did something he shouldn't have James didn’t really like the tension in the dorms any better than the rest of them and making Remus sad was worse than kicking a puppy… "I shouldn't have said those things about Remus and I guess my only excuse is that I was drunk…" Harry took a deep breath but decided to ignore the fact that James didn’t apologize for being mean to Draco because it was a little too much to expect James to change altogether and favour Slytherins.
"You need to apologize to Remus; you had no right to say these things." Harry tried to keep his righteous fire going but he knew he was falling fast, this was so unfair- if James wasn't his father, or at least if he knew he was his father things would have been much easier,
"I already did. We're cool." Harry was quite floored by this, why didn't Remus say anything to him?
"Oh…"
"Yeah, look Jay I just… I think that the reason I got so… worked up over things was… I mean… I…" James fumbled with the words, turning a delicate shade of pink that slowly deepened, and refused to look directly at Harry, "I think ImightbeabitjealousofyouandRemus." He mumbled almost inaudibly and Harry blinked a couple of times,
"What? I didn’t quite get it…"
"I might be a little jealous of you and Remus." James muttered darkly, angry that he had to spell it out. Now Harry, he recognized a delicate situation when he came across one and this was one delicate situation! It was all good and dandy for Draco to want to experiment a little, but if James decided to experiment with his sexuality… the repercussions… Gods, Harry did not even want to think about it.
"Umm, that's… I mean that's great but… are you sure you're…" James lifted his head to look at Harry turning red and his eyes widened,
"No! You git! Oh Merlin, I didn’t mean I fancy either of you!" He cried, and Harry smiled feebly, nearly melting on the spot with relief, "I mean I'm a little jealous of what you two have." James rubbed his face, trying his best not to look as if the idea of being with a guy freaked the hell out of him. Harry frowned in confusion,
"But you also have it, you're with Lily." And please please please stay with her otherwise I'd probably start to fade or something… Damn the Dursleys and their love for the movie channels. He really didn’t need to think of Back to the Future right now.
"Not like you two, Lily would never hit someone on my account." James said sadly and Harry tried not to smile, he loved his mother, he truly did, and he tried to cherish every second he spent with Lily because no-one ever bothered to tell him how Lily really was, except from Remus and even he didn't say much. But he knew for a fact that while his parents loved each other very much and for a very long time their passion was not even nearing the passion he felt for Remus, the length he would go to ensure his wolf was happy. "You guys are like… The stuff fucking stories are made of." Which as Harry understood it, could be interpreted in a number of ways…
"Yeah, we're the regular gay version of "Romeo and Juliet"." Harry snorted- the stuff that stories are made of? That's was exactly the sort of things that got Lily to claim that James was a woos.
"Who?"
"Never mind." Harry said with a smile. He was feeling surprisingly light, James was forgiving him, or at least he wasn't holding the whole affair over Harry's head anymore and whether James knew it or not, this was a little bonding moment between them. More than anything Harry wanted to let James knew who he really was, but that was impossible.
"So, we're ok?" Harry asked tentatively, and James heaved a great theatrical sigh,
"Yeah, we are, even though it was nice to rub your face in it. Mister 'Fists of Fury'." James chuckled and punched Harry lightly in the upper arm. Harry smiled wider, and nudged James back.
A/N: The only way James would find the truth about Harry is if he somehow manage to pull a Lily and find it on his own, and let's face it- he's no Lily Evans…
I think that was enough of Potter family angst. Next time we return to the original plotline, if you managed to forget in the midst of the unrelated things that happened, then Harry still needs to find a way to go back to his own time, and then tell Remus about it- Oh, yeah, fun all around.