Summary: Growing up/fluff fic. Harry packs up and leaves the world and society that James Potter has raised him in. Sick and tired of what his fame brings in the wizarding world, he looks forward to spending time with his mom in the muggle world. But upon tagging along with her on one of her jobs, he meets another man that sweeps him off his feet and takes him away from all the chaos and turmoil that comes along with Harry's name. Never letting go of the other's hand, Harry is swept into the man's life, finding himself truly living as he allows himself to freefall into the unknown.

Pairings: OC male/Harry, Draco/Hermione

Warnings: Language, male/male pairing.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all copyrighted material that fall under this category belong to J.K. Rowling.

Author Note: Apologies for any grammatical errors.

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Hitting All The Right Notes
Chapter One

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"So you're going off to live with your mom?"

"I've had enough of dad's life," Harry snarled, throwing clothes haphazardly into a black duffle bag.

Hermione winced at her best friend's tone, but didn't reprimand him. She started to simply fold his hastily thrown clothes and pack them neatly into the bag, rearranging things in the bottomless bag for her distressed friend.

Harry collapsed next to her, sagging next to her. He brought his jean clad knees up to his chest, hiding his face as he muttered, "Why can't my dad understand."

The witch wrapped an arm around his shoulders in comfort, her brown eyes soothing, "Oh Harry, you're dad's just being stupid. He'll come around."

Harry snorted, "He's being a git."

Hermione giggled, bringing the other seventeen year old teen in for a friendly hug.

He sighed, smiling in thanks when his emerald eyes caught sight of his neatly packed bag.

"So does your mom know? Does your dad know?" Hermione raised an elegant brow, poking renowned defeater of Voldemort.

"Yeah, positive on both accounts; there was a bit of a fuss, dad of course," Harry scowled, "Mom was ecstatic about it though." His eyes lowered in guilt, "I haven't seen her much since I started Hogwarts years ago."

"It's an opportunity for you two to catch up then," the witch smiled soothingly. Her eyes glittered, "You've finished your NEWTS early, so your magical education is out of the way," she hugged her friend, "Live your life the way you want to Harry, don't let anyone stop you. You, more than anyone else I know deserves that."

Harry laughed, "And people wonder why I keep you around."

She hit his shoulder is mock indignation, raising her nose as if to snub him. He chuckled at the familiar action, reminded all too much of his friend's blond pureblood boyfriend.

"I'm going to miss you this year Harry," she sighed.

He grinned, knowing that the only reason Hermione hadn't already graduated along with him was for her boyfriend. Of course, when questioned, the witch would simply flush and reply that she only wanted continued use of Hogwarts library. The best magical school in Britain did have quite the collection of texts, ranging from a variety of subjects, most of which weren't taught at the school. Harry of course didn't counter the fact that the headmaster wouldn't have stopped her from accessing it even after graduation. Hermione was known as the brightest witch of their generation, no one would've had the heart to separate her from her books.

"I'll visit in Hogsmeade, and we'll see each other during Yule," Harry chuckled. He closed his eyes, lips curling in a whimsical smile, "I'll just be taking a break this year, helping mom with her work in muggleborn integration."

Hermione clapped her hands, eyes shining with academic delight, "That's right. Oh Harry, that's such a great work opportunity for you. It'll go great on your resume." She gave him a sly look, "Though, considering your status, I seriously doubt you'd have trouble finding any kind of work."

Harry groaned as his friend laughed out loud. His fame for a feat he hardly remembered, at the age of one no less, was one of the many factors pushing him to leave the magical community for a while. Everywhere he went, gossip, media, tabloids and mobs followed. It was exhausting, now more so now that he wasn't a sheltered child anymore, protected and guarded by aurors. He had completed his magical education, the left over Death Eaters had been rounded up years ago, and now he was an adult. His life was his own to claim.

He frowned, a familiar trail of thought trailing to the forefront of his mind. He had often wondered if it had been the reason why his parents had divorced when he was seven. His fame had often caused problems for both his parents whenever they stepped out of the house; they were crowded when they stepped out, and mobbed if he was with them.

They divorce had been messy. His parents' marriage had already been strained, and when he was at the age of six, his home had perpetually become the screaming shack. Often back then, Sirius or Remus would pick him up during the day, and sometimes he wouldn't return until late the next day. Both his parents had fought for his custody, and Harry hadn't wanted to choose between either one. Remus had suggested joint custody, but at the time, James and Lily were both spitting fire at each other. In the end, James won with Lily angrily blaming biased purebloods. The pureblood solicitor that James had hired had leaned heavily on Harry's status in the magical community, pointing out that the Potter history, lineage, traditions and heritage was a right that Harry had, one that James was a part of and would never be removed from. Blood in the wizarding world, was after all, a big thing.

Lily still wasn't speaking to James after all these years, even after the wizard had given in a few months later, allowing Harry and Lily to see each other. Of course, the constant crying and screams of his only son for his mother had been a big deciding factor.

"You'll write of course," Hermione muttered in the quiet of the room.

"Course," he grinned. And ignoring Hermione's yelp of surprise, he flopped himself along with the witch down onto the bed to stare up at his ceiling. "We should get back to the ball soon," Harry grimaced, "But you're sticking close to me, I don't care what Draco says. I need you more. I am not being bloody engaged at seventeen."

"Your dad is really serious about this then?" she asked, accepting Harry hand helping her up. He gave him a sympathetic look as they left the room, Harry steaming again if his angry face was anything to go by. She squeezed his hand, "Well, he's just going to have to accept that you're not ready to settle down. He's being really hypocritical, since when was he into pureblood traditions?"

"Since it won him me," Harry muttered darkly. They made their way downstairs, and already through the crowd of dancing guests, Harry could spot the familiar mop of Malfoy-blond making his way over. "Since then, he's been concentrating on the old pureblood traditions," the emerald eyed boy scowled, "Wouldn't look good if he won me with that kind of reasoning and acted the complete opposite in raising me right?"

"Appearances are everything in pureblood society," Draco agreed, coming to their side. He kissed Hermione's cheek and the brunette smiled, taking her boyfriend's hand into her own. Draco smiled softly at her, before turning back to Harry, grey eyes concerned, "You alright Harry?"

"Yeah," he sighed heavily, "Just can't wait for this bloody ball to be over." Scanning the crowd of people, Harry's eyes suddenly widened, and he grabbed both Hermione and Draco closer to him. Both his friends gave startled cries, and he eyed the crowd hissing, "The bloody Patil twins."

"Harry," twin voices chorused on cue. Both twins were in matching outfits of glaring hot pink and orange robes, batting eyelashes at him winningly, "Happy Birthday." They made a move to touch him, and Harry moved away quickly, narrowing his eyes at their attempt to trap him.

"Not interested," he said coldly, leading a glaring Hermione and sneering Draco away from the crowd. "I can't take much more of this fucked up birthday," Harry scowled, "Dad just wants a marriage contract. They're the third set of twins I've had come up to me tonight."

Draco's brow rose, his lips twitching, "Third?"

Hermione hid her smile as Harry pouted, "Fred and George Weasley, Jacob and Felix Crow, and now Parvati and Padma Patil."

"Yes, you are a bastard to be pitied aren't you," the blond deadpanned.

Hermione punched his arm, giving him a pointed look. Draco shrugged sheepishly, giving Harry a smile letting his friend know that it was all in good fun. The boy-hero simply sighed, grabbing a glass of wine from the tray of a passing caterer. Draco did the same while Hermione simply shook her head when the caterer moved his tray closer to her.

The three moved outside to the balcony, Harry shutting the doors firmly behind him. Hopefully it would dissuade some of his suitors from pursuing him.

"Draco, how do you manage it?" the young celebrity groaned, leaning heavily onto the railing.

The blond gave the teen a sympathetic smile, "Helps when you have a mate that you love." Hermione beamed at him. He gave her a one armed hug as all three leaned over the railing to look up at the star littered skies or at the blossoming gardens below. "Course, it helps that she'll probably agree to marry me if I propose anytime now," Draco grinned dodging a punch Hermione threw.

She laughed, not saying anything, but by the colour that adorned her cheeks, both Harry and Draco knew that she wasn't disagreeing with the pureblood's proclamation. Draco smiled widely, kissing her forehead lovingly. Harry sighed wistfully, envious of the relationship his two friends shared.

"Mother and Father adore Hermione," Draco murmured, taking his girlfriend's hand again, "They don't worship pureblood ideals. They follow them because they are a part of our family heritage, a heritage that we're proud of, but even they understand that not all traditions can be followed so completely." He placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, "Those traditions came about during a time and age where society and people were different. But this is the present, we've progressed, how can we ever move forwards if we're continuing to live in the past? Traditions have to adapt. My parents have accepted this, your dad will understand soon."

"I hope that 'soon' comes along fast," Harry muttered, "Hopefully it'll hit him on its way to his brain."

All three shared a laugh, staying out in the balcony for the rest of the ball. Harry was thankful that no one else had decided to come out. The July night air was still warm as Harry, Hermione and Draco talked. Harry treasured the time he privately had with the two, knowing that they too, needed the privacy. All three were public figures, Harry because of his celebrity status as Voldemort destroyer, Draco because he was a Malfoy, and Hermione because she was Harry's best friend, Draco's girlfriend, and because of her contributions towards the higher academics. The magical universities were all clawing at each other to get a hold of the witch after Hogwarts.

The next day, a nervous Harry with his duffle bag in one hand rang the doorbell of his mom's house. The sound of hurried footsteps came before the door was wrenched open and Harry was pulled into a tight hug. Red hair was everywhere, and Harry wrapped his arms around his mom, dropping the duffel back down onto the steps. It had been nearly a year since he had seen her.

She stepped back, identical green eyes scanning him with a motherly smile, "Oh, you've grown so much this year honey." She touched his cheek, her eyes dancing, "I'm so happy you decided to spend the year with me, I've missed you." She picked up his bag despite his protests, waving them off with laugh as she ushered him in.

Lily Evans lived in the muggle world, flooing to and from her office in the Ministry with ease. The house was homey, and Harry always felt comfortable in his mother's home where there were no talking portraits snapping at you. There was actually some privacy and normalcy here. It was a two story home, a large kitchen that Harry and Lily both used, a living room equipped with a full entertainment system, a work out room, a wonderful garden that Lily tended to in her backyard, three bedrooms upstairs, three washrooms within the house and a two-car garage. It wasn't the Potter manor, but Harry was more than happy with it. Lily too was more than happy.

She led Harry up to his usual room up the stairs, watching him as he spun around with a laugh before flopping gracefully onto his bed with a blissful sigh. "I've missed this." Lily sat down next to him, stroking his hair.

"I haven't changed a thing since your last visit," she said, her eyes stopping on a poster of Victor Krum. Luckily, it wasn't moving and the Quidditch star's face was all that was seen, otherwise any of her magic-unaware muggle friends would question it should they happen to wonder into her son's room. Lily smiled slyly at her son, teasing him with her question, "Do you still have a crush on him?"

Harry laughed in embarrassment, one hand running through his hair in habit, "No, no." It was always so easy talking to his mom; he really wondered now why he hadn't thought of living with her sooner.

She smiled, "Anyone new then?"

He shrugged, "Not really. Since dad is clearly off his rocker right now, all the girls that come on to me are only interested in getting knocked up and thus trapping me into tying the knot with them. The guys, without the knocked up part, are similarly trying to get into my pants and get the ring." Harry sighed sadly, his voice quiet and pained, "I don't want to be used as a social ladder."

"Your dad's an idiot," Lily scowled, still stroking Harry's cat-black hair. Her green eyes were angry and flashing in Harry's defence, and Harry felt himself warm at the thought. It was nice, knowing that his mom was on his side. She didn't really quite like pureblood tradition much.

"Hermione says the same, Draco won't say it outright but I know he agrees too," Harry quipped with a grin.

Lily laughed, "Well, it's good to hear that they're on your side. And of course you know that I am too." She stood up stretching, "Well sweetie, I'll start on some lunch." She kissed his cheek in motherly affection, messing up his hair with a light laugh, "I'll leave you to unpack in private. I'll be downstairs if you need me ok?"

"Yeah, thanks mom," Harry said with a smile as his mom closed the door behind him.

He spun in his room, taking in the decorations that had been up the entire time he had been away. His unmoving posters of Quidditch stars still hung about. He had had them put up during his last summer with his mom back when he was fourteen. It really had been a while, though now that he thought of it, carefully taking down the posters; it was a good opportunity to redecorate. At his mom's house, he wasn't Harry Potter the boy-who-lived; he was simply just Harry, Lily's only child and son.

Taking in his now plain painted blue walls, Harry sighed. It was great to have a new start. He moved to his bookshelf, fingering the texts of classic literature that he hadn't read in years. Smiling, he picked up a book of poetry, Shakespeare, moving back onto his bed and flipping through the pages with a sad smile. The words sang out to him and whimsically, he was reminded of Draco and Hermione. He wished that he could have something that special, with someone that didn't want his name but just him.

Harry sat the book down on his bedside table, promising himself to read some before bed as he unzipped his duffle bag. Unpacking was nostalgic as he found himself reacquainting with his second bedroom. He exchanged his fourteen-year-old's clothes with a laugh for his new ones within his dresser, piling the old ones onto his bed. He made a mental note to ask his mom if there was any place he could donate them too. Back in the wizarding world, he hadn't had much use for muggle clothes. It was just only recently, a year ago, that he had started to wear them again. Of course, the fact that he had been ogling a muggle boy within the department store while shopping with Hermione that summer had helped.

He gave a wistful sigh, placing a framed unmoving photo of himself, Hermione and Draco on his bedside table. It was a snapshot from the day they had spent together in the muggle world. All three were laughing and hugging as they posed for the picture. The only pureblood in the frame was mask-free, his happiness and emotions all for show in that one smile. His arm was around his girlfriend's waist and one arm was draped around Harry's shoulders. All three were dressed in muggle clothes, a fact that had Harry and Hermione amused throughout the entire day as Draco took it all in stride, strutting as though a model for his girlfriend's pleasure.

She called him a peacock. Harry had agreed, and Draco had scoffed, not doing a very good job of hiding his smile.

As Harry finished unpacking the last of his things, he opened the window, letting the summer air in. If the sunshine was anything to go by, today was going to be a wonderful summer day. Harry happily made his way downstairs and to the kitchen.

The sound of the radio that his mother kept on while in the kitchen had an up-beat song playing that Harry could hear his mom singing to. When he entered the kitchen, Lily looked up with a smile as she stirred something at the stove, "Hey sweetie, already done unpacking?"

"Yeah," he confirmed, coming to peer curiously over his shoulder in curiousity, "Rice pudding?"

"Comfort food," Lily smiled softly, "Thought maybe we'd have a movie night tonight and gorge ourselves with ice-cream, pizza, soda, and of course, rice pudding."

Harry laughed, "Sounds like a plan."

Sitting down at the table, he watched as his mother flipped the grill cheesed sandwiches that she had on another pan, humming to a tune that was playing on the radio. Her red hair was tied loosely behind her, a few tendrils falling to frame her delicate fair face. A green apron was tied over her pyjamas. Harry glanced at the hanging clock against a nearby wall and grinned reading the time indicating it was noon. His mother was never one to change out of her pyjamas unless she was going out or had company over.

"Do you have any work today mom?" he asked, setting the table as the woman put the pudding into the oven.

"Yes," she said, closing the oven door and taking the pan of grill cheese sandwiches off the heat. She glanced at the clock, "Not until two though." The plated the sandwiches, and gave Harry a thankful smile as he took them without a word to the table while she went to the fridge to get orange juice and fruit salad. Harry felt another wave of nostalgia hit him when everything was set and they were eating. Lunch at his mom's hadn't changed and the meal constantly reminded him of those days when he was tucked next to his mom, eating as she laughed and used a napkin to wipe away the crumbs that stuck to his face.

"I'll be visiting a muggleborn witch's family to answer some questions today," Lily said after sipping some of her juice, "Her parents have some questions about career opportunities for their daughter, and I'm sure Allison has some questions of her own."

"Allison…does she go to Hogwarts?" Harry asked, trying to remember if there was a student at the famous school with the name.

Lily shook her head, "No, her family thought that it would be best for her to attend Helios' Academy. Their rounded education system covering both magical and muggle subjects appealed more them than Hogwarts' purely magical one." She hummed in thought, "I wouldn't disagree with them. Truth be told, I would have stuck you in there had I had a say in matters." She gave him a teasing smile and he returned it, not voicing what they both knew. He would have loved to have gone there.

James would never have it though. Attending Hogwarts after all, was a family tradition.

"Would you like to come with me?" Lily asked, green eyes excited, "I'm sure as a graduated student; you can help with answering some of their questions and ease their anxieties."

Harry chuckled, giving his mom a wry look, "More like scare them out of letting their daughter learn magic." She laughed along, but her eyes were still pleading with him. He shook his head, laughing at his mom's kicked puppy face, knowing that he had gotten the same face from her, "Okay, okay."

"Great!" the redhead chirped cheerfully. "Oh Harry," she smiled, "I'm really happy you're here."

"Me too mom," he gave her a soft smile.

For the rest of their lunch time together, they continued to talk, both laughing and smiling as they caught up on each other's lives. Harry felt tension leave him, not feeling any of the pressures he usually felt when conversing with his other parental. Lily was very easy-going and very down-to-earth, traits that Hermione had told him that she saw that he shared with his mom. And really, Lily was wonderful, her enthusiasm for her passions, and her empathy were all great traits that Harry valued in his mother. She was always compliant in granting hugs and there to listen when he needed to be heard and not reprimanded.

Soon after, Lily had to get up, remove the pudding from the oven, shower and get ready for the appointment to the family Harry now as the Sinclairs. His mom had hurriedly thanked him for his offer of doing dishes, and he rolled his eyes in amusement when he heard his mom curse after tripping up the stairs. When she did come back down again, she was just tucking her wand away. Her red hair was dry and straight, bouncing along her shoulders in layers. She wore simple dress pants and a long sleeved white blouse that was rolled up to her elbows, and was just snapping on a bracelet as she made her way over to him.

"You all good to go honey?" she asked.

"Um, do I need to get changed?" Harry asked, looking down at his simple straight cut dark blue denims, black belt and form fitting black shirt.

Lily laughed, "No sweetie, you're not the one who's on the job, don't worry about it. You look wonderful by the way.

"So do you," he gave her winning smile, earning him another laugh.

"Come along now, let's get to the floo," Lily ushered her son over to the fire.

Arriving in the Sinclairs living room, Harry stood at the side awkwardly as his mother introduced him as her son. The Sinclairs adults were both dark haired, the mother, Hana, was a beautiful Asian with long straight black hair that fell to mid-back. Her face was shaped aristocratically, with refined bone structure and fair skin, bright brown eyes and elegantly shaped eyebrows. She greet Harry with a smile, and Harry couldn't help but smile back at the gracious woman.

The father, Alex, was a smiling man that Harry thought resembled Sirius. He had short black hair, laugh lines about his face and brilliant blue eyes that were both stern and gentle on his tan alabaster skin. Like his wife, the air around him seemed to scream of noble descent. Next to his wife's slim and small frame, his own slim and lean muscled six foot two frame standing next to her five foot five one, Alex and Hana made quite the stunning sight for Harry.

"Welcome to our home Harry," Hana beckoned to the couch opposite.

He sat next to his mom, who was pulling out notes and papers from the bag that she had taken along with her. He gave Hana a nod and a smile, "Thank you for having me."

Alex wrapped an arm around his daughter's shoulders, "Well, it's our pleasure. You'll be helping us a great deal with some of our questions."

Allison blushed, giving Harry a shy smile. She took after both her parents, but Harry saw that she resembled her mother more than her English noble father. She was slim like both her parents, her eyes a warm brown with short chin length black hair neatly parted down the middle. He smiled back in reply, fighting the urge to chuckle when he saw the fourteen year old shyly duck her head. She wore frameless glasses and was dressed casually in a blue sundress that looked stunning with her fair skin and inherited looks from both her parents.

"I'll be glad to be of any assistance," he said sincerely, folding his hands onto his lap.

Both Sinclair adults smiled at him gratefully and from his peripheral vision, he knew his mom was beaming proudly.

"So," Lily took out a pen, "Where would you like to start off with first?"

Alex chuckled, "Well, I guess we'd like to know of some of the occupations that magical folk work in. We're aware of ones available in our world, but not so much in the magical one." His humour in his last statement was shared by his wife. Allison brought a dainty hand to her mouth as she giggled.

Lily grinned, nodding, "Yes, that's a question most parents ask. Mine as well were quite concerned about what I could do with a magical education instead of a regular one here."

Harry tilted his head to the side curiously. Both parties seemed to ignore or chose to not use the term 'muggle.' It was rather curious, since Harry was used to throwing the term around casually in his everyday life.

"Yes," Hana smiled, placing a hand on her daughter's shoulder, "We just want to know that our daughter's future will be secure."

Lily nodded, bringing out a booklet, "This is a booklet of wizarding occupations that I've put together for you." She passed it along, "It's yours to keep and for Allison to use as reference."

The Sinclairs thanked her happily. Alex turned to Harry as his daughter and wife opened to the first page showing a few possible Ministry positions, "And what do you plan on doing with your life young man?"

Harry flushed at the sudden attention, "Er…well, I haven't quite decided yet." He felt himself shrink at his answer before hastily continuing, "I graduated early and I'm taking this upcoming year to work with my mom." He shrugged now, shyly smiling, "I want to be sure of what I want to do with my life before I throw myself into it."

It seemed to be the right thing to say since all three adults were smiling at him and Allison was looking at him with surprise.

"You mean you're not going into university?" she asked softly, eyes in no way mocking or malicious, only curious.

He shrugged again, "I haven't really made up my mind. The majority of the occupations in the wizarding world only require you to have your NEWTS. Though, that isn't to say that magical universities aren't being attended." He reassured the startled family, "My friend Hermione, a genius really, has offers from magical universities from all around Europe, and even some from North America...so I guess you can say from all around the world. She's really into magical theories, and these universities offer her a lot of research material and jobs doing it while she's there studying."

"She studies as a profession?" Alex asked bemused.

Harry chuckled, "Hermione is bookworm; she loves her books. And there are always people out there with odd questions, and they're lazy enough to pay those who like to learn to find the information for them."

Everyone laughed, and Harry started to relax, sipping the tea Hana had served earlier.

"What other professions are your friends perusing?" Hana asked curiously.

Harry tapped his chin thoughtfully, thinking of those he knew and what he knew of their ambitions. "Well, my friend Draco," Harry grinned along with his mother, "Is inheriting his family fortune, but his father is refusing to allow him access until he can prove his maturity by taking on a paying job."

Alex raised a brow, clearly impressed.

"Draco plans to prove his maturity," Harry continued, smile growing, "By becoming a model."

They all laughed, Harry chuckling in remembrance of that conversation with the blond. Hermione had been scandalized. "Hm, then there's Neville, he's becoming a Herbologist. He's got a talent with plants, and in the magical world, magical plants are essential to the potions along with healing creams and balms." Allison perked up and Hana nodded for him to continue. He sipped his tea, thinking of more career options to list for the curious Sinclairs. "Um, another one of my friends, Daphne wants to be a medi-witch," he nodded to Allison to get her attention, thought he had already gotten it, "That would require university along with an apprenticeship."

Allison's eyes lit up, and Harry grinned, "Are you interested in healing?"

"Oh yes," she said enthusiastically before flushing a second later, eyeing both her surprised parents. It seemed that she hadn't informed them of this. Both smiled encouragingly at her though, and the teen relaxed, smiling shyly still at them both. Harry found that he had to hold in a coo, he found Allison simply adorable.

"A Healer is a wonderful profession," Lily said, green eyes warm, "It's a lot of work, but I believe that it is worth it in the end. There is so much that healing magic can do, and sadly, it's one of the more neglected fields of magic studied."

"How so?" Hana asked with a worried frown.

"Oh," Lily was quick to comfort, "It's just that it takes a considerably large amount of control. Healing magic is all about precise control over your magic, about the amount of power you put into a spell in order to regulate the magic and what's its healing. Putting too much magic or too little into a spell can affect the outcomes of the healing. What I meant when I said it was a more neglected field is that many don't have that kind of controlled mindset. I must admit, many a young people," she eyed her son, "are quite hot-headed."

"I am not hot-headed," Harry deadpanned.

"Of course dear," Lily gave his head a pat, ignoring his indignant cry, turning to the amused Sinclairs. "I believe though," she smiled at Allison, "that Healing would be a wonderful profession that would suit Allison. Should you choose to study in that field, I'm believe that you'll do well."

"Thank you," the teen in question flushed from the praise.

The sound of the door shutting jolted everyone as a male voice called out. "I'm home."

"We're in here," Hana called. She turned to Harry and Lily, giving her two guests an embarrassed smile, "I apologize for the interruption, that would be my son, Wesley."

"What're you all doing in…" the boy, or rather man, trailed off as he stopped in the doorway, finely shaped brow raised, "Oh."

Harry felt heat flaming his face. He had already seen the Sinclair family and had decided that the entire lot was gorgeous and in Allison's case, adorable. But seeing their son, Harry wanted to fan himself. The other male who looked to be only a few years older than Harry himself was simply dressed in black jeans that hugged the male's legs just right. The man, for Harry couldn't think to say 'boy,' was topless and he felt his face deepen in colour as his eyes raked the man's chest. There wasn't an ounce of fat, only muscle and definition. One arm held what Harry saw was a wet shirt, answering his silent question as to where the missing piece of clothing was.

"Wesley!" Hana reprimanded at his appearance.

He grinned easily back at his mother.

Harry wanted to swoon. The man's had pierced his ears pierced twice on each ear lobe with one cartilage piercing high up on his right ear. His hair was just as inky as his parents, long and tied back with an elastic band. His face held all the fine bone structure that he had inherited from his mother, and even his eyes held the distinctive Asian shape his mother had, giving a hint to a part of ancestry. And whereas Allison had inherited her mother's eyes, Wesley's clearly took after his father in this regard. They were blue.

Gorgeous shades of ocean blue that were staring straight at him.

A slow sensual smirk was curling up those plump lips. "Hello," the man purred, darks darkening minutely.

Harry felt himself flush even redder as everyone turned to stare at him. He could see his mother trying to stifle her giggles at the corner of his eye. He wanted to die now. The Sinclair adults likewise were trying to compose themselves, but he could see that their lips were twitching. Allison herself was eyeing her brother and Harry in amusement, the red flush on her face disappearing and giving way to delight at Harry's sudden plight due to her older brother's appearance.

The man simply grinned predatorily at the seventeen year old teen.

"Wesley," Hana coughed in warning, but Harry knew she was holding in laughter.

Oh dear Merlin, he must look like an idiot, Harry flushed in embarrassment. He was practically drooling over their son in front of them. What would they think of him now?

"Go get dressed son," Alex gave into his amused laughter, "You're becoming a detriment in our discussion."

"What kind of discussion are we talking about?" Wesley smirked, eyes still not moving from Harry. "Whatever it is, I want a part of it."

Harry ducked, not knowing his face could get this hot.

"Now," Hana said in a stern voice. She wasn't fooling anyone; they could all hear her hidden amusement. Harry felt his mortification grow. He was drooling over a man, in front of said man's mother. Oh dear Merlin, could it get any worse?

Wesley chuckled, and Harry held back a shiver of pleasure at hearing the deep reverberating sound that seemed to pierce right through him. "Okay, Okay, be back in a moment," the man said, leaving.

A second later, his head popped back into the doorway, stopping Alex from speaking and blue eyes finding Harry's instantly. "My name's Wesley by the way. I'll be right back." And with the last word, he disappeared again after introducing himself.

Lily laughed, "You have quite the son there." Her eyes were flickering over to Harry every few seconds, a large smile on her face.

Alex chuckled, "He's quite a piece of work that boy."

A piece of art, Harry corrected Mr. Sinclair within his mind. It was true though, the man that was Wesley Sinclair was simply stunning. With that though, Harry wanted to hit himself, he had already embarrassed himself. If he didn't stop thinking about the Sinclairs' son this way, his face was going to be left in a permanent shade of red for the rest of his visit.

Hana laughed daintily, relaxing in Harry's and Lily's presence, eyes bright, "I apologize for our son's state of appearance." Her eyes lingered on Harry with a teasing smile.

He flushed in response, "That's ok."

Both Sinclair adults gave him a pleased smile, but Harry felt they were holding in laughter.

Lily didn't though, laughing outright at her son's expense, "More than ok if your face was anything to go by."

"Mom!" Harry gaped in mortification.

The Sinclairs gave in now, and even Allison joined in on the laughter as Harry shrank back into his seat, face flaming and wanting nothing more than to throw his invisibility cloak over himself. Oh Merlin, he was never going on another home-visit with his mother again. Next time, he would stick to paperwork thank you very much. There was nothing embarrassing about putting together information packets; he'd only need a computer, a printer and a stapler. Simple, embarrassment free.

"What's so funny?" Wesley asked, returning into the room, black t-shirt hugging his chest quite nicely. A fact that Harry was tactfully trying to ignore, sadly without success.

Harry wanted to die…again…at the laughter that resonated in the room when his face just went redder. They had all been watching him when Wesley had entered the room.

"Okaaaay," the man drew out the word in amusement and made his way, more like saddled his way up to Harry and placing himself down quite comfortably next to the flustered teen. He gave a winning smile to a red-faced Harry, "Hope you don't mind sharing," he pointed to where his family was sitting opposite, "As you can see, they're all rather territorial about that couch."

Harry only nodded when Wesley asked to share because he wasn't sure he wanted to embarrass himself any further. He didn't know how to respond to the man's later comment though. But it seemed he was saved when Allison rolled her eyes, as though used to such comments, while both her parents snorted at their son's comment.

Hana gave an exaggerated sigh, facing Lily, "I'd like to say he usually isn't like this…but well," she waved her hands helplessly at a beaming Wesley.

Lily grinned in return, "I can emphasize. Despite my son's good behaviour as of yet today, I can't keep count of the number of times I'm called in by his teachers at school for some stunt he's pulled." Both mothers shared a knowing smile.

Wesley swung an arm around Harry's shoulder, and Harry, to his mortification, squeaked in surprise at the move. Lily was not successful in hiding her teasing smile, nor were the Sinclair adults. Allison was openly grinning at the picture the two males made. Harry on the other hand, was trying to remind himself to breathe. The man's cologne was enticing and Harry felt his mind fog up, clouded as his senses went in overdrive. The spicy and musky scent of Wesley made Harry want to melt, but the arm draped casually around his shoulders kept him grounded, but at the same time, the contact burned at him pleasantly.

"So," Wesley said, ignoring everyone else but Harry, rolling the words off his tongue with ease, "What's your name beautiful?"

Harry didn't know if he had ever felt this flustered before.

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