Harry was down in the kitchen of Grimmauld place that Friday reading the Quibbler with a mug of warm apricot tea in his hand. Thanks to Ron and Hermione, he just couldn't get the thought of Malfoy out of his head. He just couldn't. It's like the Slytherin was glued inside his head. But from Tuesday as he came out to Ron and Hermione, he's really been thinking hard about this sudden feeling about Malfoy. He's always had that feeling when Malfoy was around, and it bloody annoyed him to his core. The warm and fuzzy feeling inside his body whenever he sees the blonde or whenever he looks over at the blonde and catches him looking at himself. Merlin. And to add to that feeling, he remembered the first time he actually met Malfoy with Ron. Those silvery eyes... Geeze. He remembered the little glimmer in the git's eyes as he stared into those pools of silver. He had to admit, it was actually very pretty.

As much as he hated the insufferable git, he really did believe he was quite handsome. Who wouldn't? That gorgeous blonde hair that seems to never stick out of place, even when playing Quidditch. Those sharp cheek and jawbones that looks so darn kissable. Harry had the sudden thought of kissing the blonde's cheeks, and even on the mouth. He wondered what it'd be like.

He shook his head; he shouldn't be thinking this. He's probably already married to some pure-blooded witch with a kid. Another kid named after a constellation. But naming a kid after a constellation sounded pretty... interesting. Imagine naming a girl Aries and she's actually born in between the months of March 20th and April 19th. That would definitely be something.

"Morning, Harry," Hermione said with a tired smile as she stole Harry's mug of tea and took a sip.

Harry glared at her. That was his tea. Nobody else's. How does he even survive with this girl? He blames it on Ron. But then the Floo in the lounge room erupted in green flames and George Weasley walked out of it with a smile. Or what Harry could tell was a forced smile. He felt terrible for George, having to lose a twin to death. He knew how much those two got along. It seems like they're best friend at times, or even married. Hell. He remembered those two pretending to get married at Fleur and Bill's wedding. It was hilarious. He and Ron had a crack up afterwards from how funny those two were.

George walked up to the two and gave both Gryffindor's his best smile he possibly could. "Morning, my dearest siblings who aren't blood related."

"Good morning, George," Hermione said with a yawn.

Harry smiled at him. "Morning, George." He tried not to call the twin less man 'Georgie' as he knew Fred used to call him that all the time and he just doesn't want to trigger the man. When staring into those brown eyes of George's, he could see something very concerning. Those eyes looked quite... empty. It was like the man wasn't alive. Oh, he hoped he wasn't seeing a ghost.

"How was your week?" George asked as he stared into the cup of Tea Hermione had. He frowned as he saw himself, just himself.

"Hey," Harry said softly and placed a hand softly on George's shoulder. He could see the numbness in George's eyes, it was dearly concerning. "You alright?"

George just nodded. "I'm fine, truly!" Harry didn't know if he should believe the Weasley brother or not. The death of Fred had really hit George hard across the chest. He could see how hurt the older boy was, how depressed he looked. He just hoped George had a way of coping with Fred's murder that wasn't anything concerning.

Harry just nodded but kept the hand on George's shoulder for comfort. Merlin. Everyone missed Fred Dearly. George would always go visit Fred's grave once a week. Sometimes it took minutes and sometimes hours.

"Well, if you need someone to talk to, you have me," he said softly, squeezing the older boy's shoulder. But he knew George needed more than just a shoulder squeeze, so he slowly wrapped his arms around the boy and hugged him loosely.

"All of us," Hermione corrected her best friend. "You have all of us to talk to if needed."

"Thanks," George said sadly and blinked back a few tears. He was glad he had such a great family.

Harry let go of the hug slowly and stared into dull brown eyes and those brown eyes stared right back into his green ones. The next thing Harry knew, George was leaning in. Harry wanted to stop the kiss as he didn't feel anything romantic for this Weasley brother – even though he knew George is kind of hot – but let himself be kissed. He still felt that very homey and natural feeling when kissing George. It was slow and Harry thinks it is supposed to be loving but couldn't tell. It was like kissing a brother – which he doesn't have – except for the Weasleys.

The kiss felt like it went on for long minutes, but Harry doesn't mind. The kiss was warm and delightful. Much better than kissing girls as their lips are... almost slimy and too small. And then he leaned out as he was running out of air quite quickly. He stared back into brown eyes and smiled when feeling George's kiss still lingering on his lips.

"Well, that was definitely something interesting to watch," Hermione said, she sounded quite surprised and amused at the scene she saw.

Harry was kind of at a loss of words. He opened his mouth but shut it as he just didn't know what to say. It took a few seconds for Harry to be able to talk again. "I... Yup... I'm gay."

Hermione chuckled with a hand over her stomach. "We know, Harry."

George forced a smile at the younger Gryffindor boy. "I'm sorry, Harry. That..." He hesitated and frowned a little, "I just wanted to let you know that... Fred... he kind of had a thing for you since the third year." Hermione and Harry looked at him in shock as he just said Fred's first name when that's a very rare occurrence for them.

"Oh?" Harry said. He didn't know about that... "I... um... I don't know what to say... That's very new to hear."

"It's alright, Harry," George said with that fake smile again. "Anyway, I'm here because mum wants to talk to Ron. I have no clue what about so, sorry..."

"I'll tell Ron," Hermione said and turned to leave the room. That just left Harry and George alone.

"So, Harry..." George started. "Got any blokes on your mind?"

Harry smiled and looked at the ground. "Well, I'm into blonde guys..."

George gave a small nod. "Any type of blonde guy you're into?"

"Tall, handsome, sweet, wouldn't care that I'm the great Harry Potter."

George rose an eyebrow at him and said, "You know... That awfully sounds a lot like Draco Malfoy." He leaned a little closer, "There something you're not telling us?" Then he frowned at the word he used. The 'us' just made him remember Fred.

Harry frowned at the brother and hugged him. Lord knows he really needs it. "Actually... there is. I think I've been crushing on Malfoy for years now and I just didn't realize my feelings until now."

"When do you think you started developing the crush on him, without knowing what it was?" George asked curiously while blinking back tears.

"I think... the third year?" Harry sounded unsure. "I mean, did you see how he transformed over the summer? From this little rich snob to... this incredibly hot handsome little ferret."

George chuckled at the animal term and remembered Malfoy had something to do with turning into a ferret by Alastair Moody. "Merlin... when was the last time I saw the little snob?"

"I remember seeing him in graduation last year," Harry said. "That hair... I just wanted to run my hands through it." George raised an eyebrow. "And oh my, those lips that just look so kissable... And my, that arse I-"

George leaned out of the hug with a smirk. "O-Okay..." he said awkwardly. "I don't need to hear any more of that, Harry." Harry just sighed and looked to the floor. George continued, "Well, I'm heading back to the shop. Some of the stuff Fred and I brought before the war should be delivered to the shop any minute now."

"Alright," Harry said with a nod. He too was pondering if he should head out. "I'm thinking of going for a morning stroll just for an hour or two."

"Have fun then, Harry," George said as he walked backwards to the Floo behind him. with one last smile, which faltered as he turned around, he disappeared in the green flames of the Floo.

And then Harry was left alone in the kitchen. He sighed; he was really worried about George and how he deals with Fred's death. But right now, he needed that morning walk in the park.

When walking down the steps of 12 Grimmauld Place and heading down the road to the large park that goes on for kilometres, the fresh morning air filled his nostrils as well as the smell of someone's warm log fire. Such beautiful scents. But the most captivating scents he's ever smelt was the smell of the Amortentia back in his sixth year. He did smell something flowery, at first, but it was only faint and when looking across the Potion's room at Draco, the smell changed, and it overwhelmed his senses and flooded the entire room with that delicious scent. Citrus, apples, and Vanilla. He remembers lying to Ron about what he smelt as he just didn't know how his best mate would react when he found out that Harry's preference was men.

To this day, he still doesn't know what man that's his heart's desire smells like Citrus, apples and Vanilla. Obviously, Hermione had told Ron that she smelt Ron in the Potion, but he doesn't know if Ron had told her of what he smelt. Ron actually never told Harry what he smelt, so that made him curious to what he did smell. But Harry knew Hermione's shampoo smelt of watermelon. So, he guessed Ron could smell that.

Finally, after walking a few more miles, passing jogger's, children with parents and a few undeniably attractive men, he made it to the park.

There were dogs running freely in the distance, kids on the playground, a few people sitting on park benches watching their kids play, more joggers and people just casually walking around the park.

He headed over to the park gym equipment pull up bars and decided to just do a couple pull ups just for fun. But little did Harry know; he was being watched.

Draco Malfoy, sitting on the park bench with his best friend, Pansy Parkinson, was just watching Pansy's godson, Nick, playing on the park with a few kids. But the thing that caught Draco's eye was the handsome bloke wandering into the park. But nobody could recognize that messy black hair, green eyes that shine like emeralds and round spectacles that are so out of style. He couldn't believe it. "Is that Potter?" he asked while crossing his arms over his chest to observe.

"Whose Harry?" asked Nick who came running up to the two adults with a smile. He poked Draco on the arm with a playful smile, "Is he your boyfriend?"

Draco could only laugh at Nick. He remembered telling Nick about LGBTQ+ a year ago, even if he was four. Nick took it extremely well, even when Draco came out to him as being gay.

Pansy laughed and opened her arms for a hug. She smiled as the little boy came running into her arms. "Yes, you little squirt. He's Draco's boyfriend so go and say hi to him."

"Alright! Wheeee!" and off went Nick, running towards the man at the Gym equipment with his arms waving in the air.

Draco glared at Pansy, his so-called best friend, who just lied to her godson. "I hate you, Pans..."

Pansy only smiled at him and shook her head. "No, you love me. I know you do."

Draco rolled his eyes, but he looked up at Nick running off towards Potter doing... pull ups. And damn, he liked what he was seeing. The bloke was fit, really fit. Does Potter work out, he wondered. But then he realized he just can't let this child run off to the other side of the park. With one last glare at Pansy, who smirked at him, he walked off after the little boy.

"Hello," said a little soft voice and a giggle.

Harry, startled, looked down at the little boy with black hair and dropped down from the pull up bar. He crouched down to eye-level with the boy and smiled. "Hello to you too. Who might you be and where are your parents?"

"I'm Nick," said Nick, his brown eyes sparkled and gleamed with excitement. "Your boyfriend is over with my godmother."

"Boyfriend?" repeated Harry with a smile. He chuckled. What boyfriend? He's never dated a guy before, but he'd like to. Just... a bloke his own age or higher/lower by three years.

"Yeah! Boyfriend!" Nick said with another giggle.

"Alright, that's enough cheek from you, Nick," said a recognizable voice.

Harry looked up at the other man in surprise. His heart started thumping loudly in his chest and he felt some kind of fluttery butterfly sensation in his stomach. Even if his stomach was filled with butterflies, it felt empty. That perfect blonde hair, stunningly silver eyes, pale skin, and that... smile? Now that's something Harry's never seen a lot of, but it's truly, undeniably pretty. It just couldn't be... It just couldn't...

"D-Draco?" he asked in disbelief.

Draco swallowed; he could feel his own heart hammering in his chest. He simply shook his head. "No. I'm sorry but I think you have the wrong guy." Harry blinked. "My names..." he looked around the park, trying to find a name that just appears... Then he spotted one on a poster. He looked back at the dark-haired boy with breathtakingly emerald green eyes, "David Tennant."

Harry blinked again. Then he burst into laughter. David Tennant? Surely Draco could do better at giving himself a fake name than David Tennant, the guy who plays Doctor Who. The legendary first Doctor from the incredible tv series of Doctor Who.

Draco narrowed his eyes at Potter, who still continued to laugh. But that laughter was such a beautiful type of laughter, he'd love to hear it every day. What was he thinking though? He grabbed Nick by the waist and placed him on his waist with a little bit of struggle. The kid was getting taller every day, he swore on it.

"Well, it was good meeting you... uhm...?" Draco still "doesn't know" who this man is. Well, he's acting like he doesn't know.

"Harry," Harry said with a smile. He wiped back a tear of joy from the name Draco had given himself. "I'm Harry, Harry Potter."

"Wait..." said Nick, rubbing at his eyebrows in confusion. "Since you just met now... does this mean you're not boyfriends?"

Harry looked at the younger boy, and then to Draco and smiled. "No," he said to Nick. "Not boyfriends... Where in Merlin's name did you think that anyway?"

"My godmother, pansy," said Nick.

Draco stood aside with Nick still on his waist so Harry could see his so-called best friend.

Pansy waved at Harry and Draco. Draco rolled his eyes at her knowing this woman can be a heap at times.

Harry gave Pansy Parkinson, who he hasn't seen since graduation, a smile. It was great seeing people from school after a while.

"Well, Nick and I must get back to that ungrateful woman," Draco said while already starting to walk back. "Bye!"

"Goodbye David Tennant," Harry said mockingly. He'll never forget this morning at all. And as Malfoy walked away, he just couldn't take his eyes off that tight arse moving so finely in those black jeans. He didn't care that he was staring at the other man's arse, it was just so mesmerizing... The way it moves... No! Stop, Harry, he thought to himself. He decided to continue his work out on the gym equipment for a few minutes.

"You. Little. Brat!" Draco spelled out to his best friend with an angry glare. He tried not to use swear words in front of Nick. He let Nick run back to the play equipment. "That was utterly humiliating! I addressed myself as David Tennant in front of him! I feel like an idiot..."

Pansy just laughed joyfully with a hand on her stomach. "Oh, Draco," she said, wiping a pretend tear of joy away from her eyes. "You are utterly welcome. So, what else happened that I need to know?"

Draco continued to glare at her for a while, but then looked down at the spiky grass. "I mainly humiliated myself, that's pretty much it. It wasn't a very long conversation and he cracked up as I introduced my fake name."

"Who wouldn't?" Pansy said back with a smirk. "You do know who David Tennant is, don't you?"

Draco shrugged. He only saw the name on a poster. "Nope. Never heard of him." He hesitated and looked at her curiously, "Have you?"

"I've been hanging around with Hermione since out eighth year, Draco," Pansy said, she twirled a lock of hair around her finger. "You must have seen me with her at times during the year. We have movie and tv show nights once a week. You should come over one time because Harry's always there with us."

"When were you first introduced to muggle items by her?" Draco asked, his eyebrow raising slightly. "And I haven't seen her come by once this year. Where do you have these movie nights?"

"At Harry's place," Pansy said, still distracted by her hair. "And Hermione, after graduation, let me come over for a night and she introduced me to the television. It's a strange thing. Rectangular...looking box."

Draco just looked at her, confused. A strange rectangular box called a television. What in Merlin's name is that?! "Alright," he said. "I may as well adhere you guys at some time for the duration of the week."

"Great!" said Pansy, smiling brightly. "I'll tell Hermione whenever I see her again. She did say she, a couple of days ago, that she was going to a muggle bar with Ron and Harry. Why don't you come along too? It'd be great! You and Harry can chat, mingle, you know..."

Draco just raised an eyebrow at her. "'You know'? Pansy... if you're suggesting that Potter and I-."

Pansy laughed again and Draco wondered if she had drunk before coming to the park. Knowing his best friend, that's probably what happened.

"Draco, I didn't mean that but...you can do that with him if you want," Pansy said a little hastily with a smirk. "I won't stop you. I was just adding onto what you and Harry could do, to get to know each other a little more."

Draco crossed his arms over his chest. He admits, shagging Potter sounds intriguing. But was Potter gay? That's what he'd like to know. The last person he saw Potter with was that Weaselette girl. Weasel's little sister, whatever her name was. He himself was gay. Never had in interest in girls ever. It was always guys, but since he was scared his father might have found out, he kept a low profile. Earnie McMillian, even if he is a Hufflepuff, is a fairly handsome bloke. But then Oliver Wood, even if he's five years older than him, is so hot. So hot he was sure he'd be getting the Witches, but the bloke actually started dating that Nerdy Weasel. Percy Weasley. He's seen those two snogging in the Ministry during lunch breaks at times. It's cute. He himself has dated a few guys secretly after Hogwarts. Well, it was more like free blowjobs in the toilets every now and then.

"What?" Pansy asked innocently. "You and Harry have so much chemistry even since school and you just can't see it!"

Draco rolled his eyes, yet again wondering why he's friends with this witch. "Tell me again why I'm even friends with you again?"

Pansy just grinned at him. "So, are you up for the bar then?"

Draco looked to the ground, thinking about this option. He's been to plenty of bars, wizarding bars. Just not any muggle ones. "Didn't you say it was a muggle bar?" Pansy nodded. He would actually like to try out this muggle bar and see how various it is from the wizarding ones. "Sure," he said, nodding as he began to think about this muggle bar.

"Brilliant!"

*****

After that nice workout in the park, and an unusual meeting with Draco, Harry decided to head to Diagon Alley for a few minutes. He wanted to see how George was doing, with the shop and how he's dealing with the grief.

Entering inside Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, Harry saw George on a wooden ladder reaching high onto a shelf above him. But what Harry could see, that looked so familiar to him, were the red fresh cuts on George's arms. He frowned. So, he was correct about one thing. George was suffering terribly from the loss of Fred.

He pondered, if he brewed a Polyjuice potion and took one of George's hairs, would it make the situation with George worse or... No, he just wouldn't do something like that to George. He knows the bloke would hate him if he did so.

Merlin, he could just picture it already. The question was would George even see the difference between him and Fred? Is there some sort of spot on Fred's skin that only George would know of? He flicked those thoughts aside and approached George with a little, friendly smile. "Hello, George."

George turned his head around and gave Harry a smile. But Harry could see beyond the mask, as he now knows about the particular mask George's wearing every day.

"Hello, Harry-kins," said George. "How can I help you on this fine evening?"

"I just want to talk to you about a few things I've found...worrisome," Harry said, taking his eyes off George's scarred arm to look into his brown eyes.

"Oh." George stepped down the ladder, currently feeling a little awkward so he rubbed at his sleeves. "Whatever and whomever about?"

"You, George," said Harry clearly.

George took a step back, clearly a little panicked as he continued rubbing at his sleeves. He was looking for a way out of this conversation because he couldn't leave the shop. He could but he just wouldn't. "There's nothing to worry about, Harry," he said in a flat, emotionless voice.

Harry raised an eyebrow, not believing this at all. How could he help this other wizard? He knows when Hermione and Ron found him, a couple of years ago, locked in the bathroom, sobbing while slicing the cold blade across his wrist, they ran into the bathroom, threw the blade across the room and immediately hugged him and whispered words of comfort. God. That was a hard time.

Harry noticed how panicked George looked, his eyes continuously looking from one spot then to the next at a rapid pace. Harry closed the distance between them in a comforting hug, rubbing soothing circles around the taller bloke's back while George began to sob. This Weasley brother was broken, immensely broken and would need a professional to help him.

"George, you do know you are loved, right?"

George nodded in the hug, knowing he was loved by his family.

"Your brothers, sister, parents, Hermione and I are all here for you," Harry assured him softly. "You can talk to any of us about your grief, George. You're not alone. I still miss Fred, same as your family." He paused, trying to remember what McGonagall once told him in a therapy session. "Go where the joy is, George. Surround yourself with love, family members and friends. Don't let the addictions take you on. Self-harm is one of the worst addictions with suffering from depression. I know because when Cedric Diggory died, I blamed myself for it. What's worse was when Sirius died, I felt so alone and fell into a deep depression. I used self-harm as a coping mechanism with my grief."

"Harry," said George, his voice was still emotionless. "I didn't know. You could have come to me and ... Fred"

"I know, George. I know," Harry repeated with a sigh. They were still hugging, but that was because Harry didn't want to let go as the fear of what George could try next only made him tighten his grip on the older wizard. "Life is like a train journey." He remembered something on the Discovery channel back at the Dursley's when he was around fifteen, some dude was talking about depression. "People get on and off at different stations. When dealing with grief, all we really can do is move on."

"How can you think that I can move on, Harry," asked George, who sounded a little irritated at Harry's words. "I can't forget my twin! He's a part of me."

"When I said, 'moving on' I don't actually mean you have to forget about George," said Harry, his eyebrows gathered in together. "He will always be in your memories, George, and that's a really good thing. You should cherish those memories since they're the only ones you have left of him. Tell me how you deal with your grief, George. Besides...cutting."

"I...um..." George took a pause and exhaled slowly; Harry knew how hard it was for George to talk about this. "I-" George flushed, not really proud of how else he copes with his grief. "Sex, Harry. I deal with it all with sex."

"Oh," Harry said. He didn't think about that. But he knows sex can become addicting when suffering from depression. He himself hasn't had sex with anybody, he has come close to it with Ginny, but it wasn't actual sex. Ginny had just come out of the shower, the towel still wrapped around her until she took it off when standing in front of her mirror. He remembers he didn't feel excited or anything when seeing her nude body. But he honestly just didn't like the shape of woman's bodies and what they have. He liked men. Only months ago, he had his dick sucked by a muggle and it was just ... beautiful. When masturbating, he can't even get to that level of pleasure. The taste of spunk, so exciting, delicious, and almost addicting.

"It's embarrassing to admit, but sex is kind of...addicting," said George, his flush only reddened a little more.

Harry smiled and nodded in the hug, until finally, he let the other man go. "I know," he said and patted the other bloke on his shoulders. "Why don't I set up a therapy appointment at St Mungo's for you? We want you to get better, George. Bottling all your emotions up is dreadful for you and it only will make things worse."

George shook his head. Anywhere but St Mungo's, where his twin's body had lied for a couple of days in the morgue, dead and unresponsive.

"Alright," said Harry, sighing as he didn't know of any other ways. Unless... "How about I take you to a muggle therapy session? You only have to tell them about your depression and if they ask how Fred died, say by a gun shooting."

"What's a shooting, Harry?" asked George, his head tilted to the side a little. "And a gun?"

Right, thought Harry. George doesn't know about these muggle inventions. But he thanks the lord that he doesn't, especially with how exactly he could use a gun. "Err...a gun is like a wand, but it is not used for magic. It has a little metal thing inside it called a bullet, and if you pull the trigger to the gun, it can shoot and hit a target from miles away." He didn't want to go into any further details than that. Besides, where could George find a gun anyway? He knows British muggle police only use batons, not guns.

George nodded, but was still confused about guns and what they were. "Alright, we'll go to this muggle therapy session. Pick a time and a date."

"Brilliant!" Beamed Harry. This was exciting, he's never been to a muggle therapy place before. "I'll just have to phone a company and have an appointment booked."

George nodded again and gave him a small forced smile. "Harry..." His voice was monotoned. You're not going to tell anybody about what you discovered are you?"

Harry looked at him solemnly and shook his head. "Not if you don't want me too."

"Please..., don't," said George. "I don't want too much attention."

"George, sometimes attention is what you really need," said Harry. "And I won't tell anybody. I promise."