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As a good, wise, and definitely liberal father, James spent over a decade learning everything there was to know about being an amazing dad to his only child. Every parent dreams of giving their children a comfortable life, being both friend and teacher at the same time. Laughing together but also having open, honest conversations about anything. James Potter’s greatest dream (besides marrying Lily Evans, which he had already achieved) was simply to be a father whom little Harry loved.
It was genuinely terrifying how modern entertainment became filled with TV family dramas showing constant fights between parents and children. Even if you shouldn’t take everything in the media at face value, James still didn’t want to become one of those annoying old men that kids nowadays despise. Oh God, his group had vowed back in school that when they became parents, they’d be fun and far from boring!
Since marrying Lily, he had collected all sorts of parenting books, from how to change diapers to tips on handling teenage hormones. He even went so far as to enroll in classes about how to act when your kid stops listening. Yes, he was sure he had prepared himself well. Harry never stopped loving him, and if something ever shattered that hope, it meant James had missed something crucial. Something he never thought about that could affect everything, including family trust. Something as big as...
Sexual orientation…
Damn it!
How could he have overlooked something so important over all those years raising Harry? He had no idea this would one day completely shake him, starting today, as his sweet boy began acting strange, becoming more rebellious. Okay, the rebellion was just teenage hormones. But truly, he knew Harry well, there was no way the boy would suddenly become quiet for no reason.
“You’re overthinking, dear.”
His daydream shattered as delicate fingers wrapped around his arm. Turning, he saw his beautiful wife smiling in amusement, as if he’d just jumped into a mud puddle on his own.
“I’m just worried about Harry,” he murmured quietly. “Our son has been so quiet lately. He even refused Padfoot’s invitation to go for a ride on Sunday. You should’ve seen Pad’s face when Harry rejected him for the first time.”
Deep down, Lily knew Sirius was just going through his usual dramatic phase, as they did back in school. But James’ words hadn’t left her mind recently. Their little Harry, now sixteen going on seventeen in three months, had been acting odd since returning from a friend’s birthday party a few weeks ago. Her smile faded at the thought.
“You’re right,” she sighed. “He even rejected my molasses cake yesterday. I thought he was sick, but his temperature was normal.”
“His style’s changed too. He hasn’t worn a hoodie in three days, instead going out in sleeveless shirts. I don’t even know since when he owns tight black leggings and started taking yoga classes.”
Lily nodded in agreement. “I think he might be falling in love. A few days ago, I caught him putting on lip balm and combing his hair before school. He even wore a necklace and asked if he could get an ear piercing.”
Suddenly enlightened, James gazed intently at his wife. “Honey… could Harry be gay?”
“I think so…” They’d both noticed Harry listening more to female pop artists than male ones lately. “He likes Taylor Swift.”
“And he hates rock…”
“He bought a pink shirt last week…”
“He’s got a wall full of shirtless men’s posters in his room…”
“He even asked if he could dye his hair…”
In that moment, the realization hit the Potters hard. Both James and Lily recognized every small change in their son, strange little quirks stacking up, raising questions about what was really going on. They exchanged looks in silence, reading each other's minds, and landed on the same conclusion.
“Our son is definitely gay!”
Once James and Lily accepted that Harry liked boys, they didn’t make it a big deal, at least, not until he was ready to come out. As long as their little Potter had no intention of admitting it, James felt this mystery still needed careful investigation. Not denial exactly, but caution in handling a teenager, right? Especially with Harry growing moody these days. So James did the only thing he could, he called the Marauders.
True to form, Sirius showed up at the Potters’ house in a shiny leather jacket. His white shirt underneath had the top two buttons undone, his sunglasses hanging stylishly on his chest. Meanwhile, Remus looked more relaxed in a brown shirt and coat, fresh from college class. This time, though, they had an unexpected visitor, Regulus Black, Sirius’s younger brother. He insisted on tagging along after overhearing James on his brother's phone say,
“911. Red code. Harry. Over.”
Regulus couldn’t ignore anything about his brother’s godson, okay? The kid had been his favorite ever since little seven-year-old Harry told him he wanted hair as beautiful as Regulus’s one day. He’d never forget how defeated Sirius looked that day.
“Let me be clear,” Remus started after James gave a full report in their meeting. “Harry’s acting weird, influenced by both teenage hormones and his... uh, gay hormones?”
“Exactly as you said, Moony.”
Sirius sighed from the edge of Harry’s bed, chin resting on his arm, elbow on his knee. His slumped posture was unlike the usual Sirius Black charm. It was like his confidence had been drained by darkness. “That’s why my dear godson won’t ride with me. You think there’s a boy at school messing with Harry’s head?”
“Maybe Lucius’s son,” Regulus suddenly chimed in, raising an eyebrow at their confused expressions. “What? You don’t know he often talks about Malfoy’s son?”
James grumbled loudly, as if his sanity had been yanked back into focus. “Damn, how did I forget? Harry started acting weird after coming back from that annoying Malfoy’s seventeenth birthday party.”
“Something happened there?” Remus speculated. “You know, usually at those parties, the guest of honor kisses their crush. Maybe Harry saw Malfoy kissing a girl?”
“Oh, poor Harry…” Sirius’s face twisted with sympathy. “But what if Harry got kissed by a boy at the party instead?” That thought just made James and Sirius bristle, imagining some punk daring to touch their son was disgusting. James would castrate him on the spot.
Regulus then eyed the posters of muscular, shirtless men that Harry had plastered around his room. None looked like the slim Harry they knew. Inwardly, he wondered if Harry even realized how fragile he must be compared to those beasts. Surely at least a rib or two would break under those massive arms.
“So we need to find out who’s close to Harry, investigate and interrogate anyone who might be interested in him or he might fancy. Make sure the guy is a good boy.”
“But Padfoot, that violates ethics clause 19A in ‘How to Be a Good Dad’ by Nicholas Flamel.”
“Oh, come on, Prongs. That book was written by an old man from the revolution era. You know better to look for something more current.”
“No way. Even the ‘Fantastic Parents and How To Be The Cool One’ by Newt Scamander says the same thing on page 98, line three.”
Sirius groaned. Among the few things they disagreed on was how to handle Harry-related problems. James was too soft and scared of his son’s anger, while Sirius (admittedly not much better) felt he could be a wiser dad from his point of view. Sirius had been a troublemaker, all their schoolmates and teachers could happily list his mischief. That made him more vigilant than anyone. If being protective could keep his godson safe from a young Sirius-type, so be it.
Meanwhile, Remus rubbed the bridge of his nose in exhaustion. Their conversation wasn’t helping. “I think the wisest move is to make Harry comfortable enough to tell the truth.”
“Yeah... that’s the only way.”
Regulus, meanwhile, was quietly plotting to storm the Malfoy mansion, dragging their perpetually scowling blond son out and bringing him to the Black Manor. Maybe his brother’s idea wasn’t so bad after all. They could interrogate young Malfoy in their gloomy dungeon, a place Black family used for their secret missions. It was rumored that Hitler’s distant relative was once held there. But the biggest challenge now was how to distract Malfoy Sr. from their plan?
That needed more work.
“Harry, Malfoy’s looking for you.”
Breaking from his writing, the green-eyed teen looked up at Ron with one eyebrow raised. “Where is he?”
“In the cafeteria, asking why you didn’t come with me,” Ron replied. Even after a couple of sandwiches and an apple, he was still hungry. “He said you should go home with him later.”
“Uh… okay.”
Harry turned back to his work, ignoring Ron, who was quietly peeling a snack while watching. Frankly, Ron wanted to ask what was going on between the two since Malfoy seemed to ‘kidnap’ Harry almost every day after school. It wasn’t odd that they were friends, just not as close as he was to him and Hermione. But seriously, going home together nearly every day? Ron would’ve called Harry gay if not for the boy’s usual indifferent attitude towards everyone, regardless of gender. Harry seemed to live in his own world.
“What are you guys up to?” Ron’s curiosity finally got the better of him.
“Huh?”
“What you and Malfoy have been doing lately. Come on, it can’t be just hanging out all the time if you always go home together.”
“Umm...” Silence fell for about three minutes. Maybe it would last longer if Ron kept staring until Harry spilled. “Alright, alright. I just need his help, that’s all.”
“That doesn’t explain anything. What kind of help?”
“Well… something. The point is, he’s just helping me, nothing more.”
Ron looked skeptical but nodded, deciding to trust him. There was no point forcing Harry to spill. Potters were famously stubborn, okay? If Harry wanted something, no one could stop him until he got it. He’d even ignored a fire alarm once just to sneak an apple pie out of the cafeteria.
When school ended, Harry rushed to meet Draco in the parking lot. Draco seemed to be waiting, leaning casually against the car door, raising a hand as Harry approached. Honestly, why did he feel the need to wear sunglasses as big as his fist? Someone seriously needed to tell Malfoy he’d never look like an FBI agent.
When Harry stopped, Draco took his time scanning the boy from head to toe. Then suddenly, both arms reached out to hold Harry’s waist, patting and squeezing a few times before moving hands to his chest, except no squeezing there. From above, the palms slid to his upper arms. Everything felt normal. Harry didn’t mind the touches one bit.
Then Draco nodded firmly. “Good. Now we can go. I’ll take you somewhere first before we head back to my room.”
“Where are we going?”
“Shopping. We need to get you ready as best as possible. It’s your first time after all. If we miss this step, it’ll mess you up.”
His lips pursed. “How bad?”
“Pretty painful. You won’t like it. You need to be stretched out, Harry. Your body will take it easier if we loosen you up first, some initial pain, but you will get used to it.”
Harry couldn’t help the blush creeping onto his cheeks without reason. He looked down, hoping no one would stare any longer. “Alright, do what you want.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re comfortable afterward,” the blond said, patting his cheek. “We can do it somewhere else if you want to try something new or if you get bored with my room.”
“No, that’s fine. Your bed’s soft, I can sleep right after. You still have my clothes, right?”
“Of course. Plus, you can wear mine if you don’t bring any. Come on in.”
Just as the car drove out of the school gate, two men put down their newspapers that had covered their entire bodies all this time. Sitting upright on a park bench, their matching eyes watched anxiously toward the gate where a car had just passed.
One slapped the other’s back nervously. “Reggie, they’re going to have sex! That blond is gonna fuck my godson!”
“Relax, Siri. They said they still need to buy lube. We’ve got time to call James and Lily, maybe even hold Lucius accountable.”
“Oh my God, they’re not even old enough to have sex!”
“Like you never did that at fifteen,” Regulus rolled his eyes. “But yeah, Harry’s still too young for this. The problem is, he doesn’t even know what he’s doing, he just goes along with the blond.”
“My pup’s been hypnotized,” or worse, “maybe he was forced?”
The thought made them both furious. Sirius would definitely castrate that scoundrel Malfoy if he dared touch his godson without consent! Even if Harry agreed, there was still a chance he’d been manipulated to do what Draco wanted, judging by their earlier talk. Regulus wasn’t any better, he planned to lock the whole Malfoy family in the dungeon if they ever corrupted Harry. Absolutely unforgivable!
If Regulus was mad earlier, then he is SO mad now.
Remus and Lily had just flat-out rejected his idea of breaking into the Malfoy house, dragging their son away while cuffing the blond. They didn’t understand. It was a brilliant plan! Even Sirius, who rarely agreed with him, had no objections. So why the heck did everyone refuse?
Remus insisted that they’d lost their minds, crazy, shameless, completely unaware. Lily tried to convince him it wasn’t a normal thing to do. They agreed Harry was old enough to make his own choices, even old enough for sex, as long as the partner wasn’t an adult predator.
James even wailed somewhere in a corner, hurt by his wife’s words. To him, Harry was never old enough to do such things without their permission, his parents’ permission! Sirius kept grumbling, equally displeased with the final decision.
And then… just as the front door creaked open and Harry appeared, every worry they’d had seemed to vanish, replaced by a huge wave of tension that even made Hedwig pretend to be dead. The boy nearly tripped in surprise, not expecting the kind of welcome he got.
“Um… is everything okay?”
No, of course not.
Lily sighed. “Come here, dear.”
Hesitantly, Harry stepped toward the round table surrounded by the adults. By God, what exactly had happened to make them all look like they were judging him? As far as Harry remembered, he had carefully covered the scratches on Dad’s car with acrylic paint, so it was impossible they knew he’d sneak out and come back with nearly the entire car battered. Whatever it was, hopefully they didn’t say something stupid like—
“Harry, you’re gay.”
this…
“W-wha—?”
Silence followed for a few seconds. Then James sighed deeply, looking at his only son with understanding. “It’s okay, son. We understand.”
“Did you just say you understand what it’s like to be gay?” Sirius asked from the side, only to get a 10cm thick book slammed on his head by Lily.
James sighed again. “There’s nothing to be afraid of being gay, Harry. No need to feel ashamed because you prefer di—”
“Boys,” his wife corrected quickly. “No need to feel ashamed for liking boys instead of girls, honey.”
Okay, this was already beyond his wits, even for someone like Harry who had never been the most rational. “W-What are you guys talking about? Gay? Me?”
“Yes, Harry. We see it, we all see it.”
“See what, Sirius?”
Lily smiled, squeezing her son’s hand and speaking softly, “How you admire men’s bodies, with all those half-naked posters in your room. How do you like to wear tight clothes, which we still need to review. Or your interest in makeup—”
“I’m not interested in makeup?!”
“Shhh… It’s okay, sweetheart. Like what your Dad said, you don’t have to be ashamed.” Lily’s wink didn’t help Harry get out of his shock. “You don’t have to hide. You can wear more pink if you like, even dye your hair blue.”
“I don’t even want to dye my hair blue?!”
“Shh… It’s okay, honey. We know gay boys like blue hair.”
Harry’s jaw dropped.
Literally, he opened his mouth so wide it felt like his jaw might fall off or a fly might crawl in if he kept it open any longer. He had no idea how this had started, what caused it, what he did, or what the fuck was wrong with these adults’ brains that led them all to conclude if he was gay?! Not only gay, but a stereotypical gay!
Before he could digest any of it, Remus finally spoke, only to make Harry explode on the spot.
“We don’t hate your orientation, Harry. But we need to make sure you’re having safe sex with Malfoy. Are you using condoms? You know, some sources say gay sex requires more precautions, especially for the bottom one. Did you have penetrative before starting anything?”
For the love of everything in the universe… WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE?! Harry yelled in his head.
A pat on his right shoulder gave Regulus an encouraging look, as if supporting whatever Harry was about to say. He thought he was helping, but Harry just wanted to scratch their faces out of frustration. Damn it, why did they have to stare at him like he just admitted having stage four cancer? He was utterly baffled.
“Look, I don’t know how all this happened. But sorry to disappoint you, but I’m…” Harry sighed, “Not gay.”
Oh, how he hoped that would stop his parents and uncles from making nonsensical guesses. But instead, he found the whole room chuckling. Were they laughing at his confession?
“Harry, honey, you’re definitely gay.”
“Mom, I’m not gay!”
“You are gay.”
“I am not, duhh??”
“That’s very gay.”
“Mom—” Harry blinked desperately. “Wha-How did you conclude I’m gay? How do you know? What are you all thinking?!” Because honestly, none of it made sense. He hadn’t even questioned the purpose of genitalia besides doing number one and two.
James frowned, hearing his son’s frustration. According to one of his parenting books, it’s normal for teenagers to be in denial. Their confidence drains, fear and ignorance dominate, causing emotional outbursts. James felt deep empathy for his poor son, who hadn’t even accepted himself yet before facing the outside world.
Meanwhile, Remus, the smartest (or perhaps the sanest) one among their group, began piecing together Harry’s words. If he were looking from a parent’s perspective, he’d end in the same place: lost, stuck, relying on speculation. Remus wasn’t a professor for nothing. He needed open-mindedness and new viewpoints to understand everything. Then a thought popped up.
“Harry, why do you have posters of half-naked men in your room?”
Ouch. Calling it “half-naked man” sounded wild, like they were implying Harry was some horny teenager. “Because I want a body like theirs! What else?”
The room fell silent.
No sound. Lily frozen, James staring with mouth agape, Remus blinking thrice, Regulus almost jumping out the window, and Sirius nearly doing a split on the table. Okay, not the scene Harry wanted from a bunch of thirty-seven-year-old adults.
Then, in the middle of the silence, Lily recovered, murmuring and looking at the floor, which confused Harry, as his mom looked disappointed in this. “What a shame, I was looking forward to having a gay son.”
“It’s okay, dear. I’m sure Harry can become gay eventually. He’s young now, just needs guidance,” James said softly, trying to soothe his wife while hugging her tightly.
Did his parents just demand he become gay?!
Harry stared blankly.
Not the least interested in the rainbow flag his father had just hung on his wall. The flag was about 90 by 150 cm (almost Harry’s height) with a small note below saying “It’s okay to be gay❤️” and a heart, obviously written by his mom.
Throwing himself onto the bed, Harry tried ignoring the laughter from the damn blond standing right in front of him. Draco Malfoy had zero sympathy for his situation, and Harry knew better than to share this ridiculous drama with the wrong person. He thought Malfoy would protest or flat-out deny the idea they’d had sex at such a young age. But no, Malfoy just laughed.
“Shut up, Draco!” Harry snapped, throwing a pillow that Draco caught easily.
“I can’t blame your parents. You really act like a little gay boy fighting hormones. Seriously, Harry, half-naked men on your wall? You should have bikini-clad women’s posters like other teens.”
“No thanks. I think it’s rude to stare at women’s bodies in my own room. It’s creepy.”
“Tell that to the men you put up.”
Harry snorted, turning his back on Draco as the blond flopped on the bed. Malfoy’s silver eyes watched him, brows raised, as if thinking. “Are you sure you don’t have feelings for those men’s bodies?”
“I admire them, isn’t that obvious?”
Draco smirked. “You know, sometimes liking someone comes from admiration.”
“Excuse me?”
“Are you sure those abs you stare at are just motivation? Do you want a body like that, or do you want a man who has a body like that?”
Okay, that one made Harry confused. Was Draco right? He hadn’t really thought about it. He liked looking at muscular men in magazines and celebrities. He admired male actors more than female actors in movies. He liked the idea of men being gentle, protective, and caring. Handsome faces often mesmerized him. While looking at women’s bodies made him awkward, checking out men’s made him curious about how strong their muscles were.
Wait... does that mean...
Draco suddenly giggled. “You really are a sweet little gay boy, Harry.”
“I’m not—”
His protest died when Harry turned around, not realizing they were so close on the narrow bed. He almost bumped into Draco’s chest, inhaling the masculine scent outside the shirt. Oh, had he mentioned he felt more at ease with men’s scent than women’s? He’d have to rethink this nonsense alone later.
Surprisingly, Draco made the first move to hold him. His bigger arms wrapped around Harry’s back, pulling them closer, head tilting to breathe warm breath near Harry’s ear. “I think you need proof of that.”
Harry tensed at the tickling sensation on his earlobe, before a gentle bite made him hold his breath unconsciously. “D-Dray, what are you doing?”
“Trying to help.”
A finger lifted Harry’s chin, guiding his head up until their mismatched eyes locked. Heat spread across his face, trying to ignore the strange, suffocating feeling below. Harry never admitted it, but… Draco really was devilishly handsome, and being this close made him notice the sharp nose, perfect lips, pale skin, neat eyebrows, and long lashes.
That attention made Harry too stunned to react as Draco closed the gap between their lips. The kiss was intoxicating, soft, not demanding, just enough to make Harry close his eyes. A small sigh escaped as the warm tongue swiped inside his mouth.
If anyone could say he grabbed Draco’s hair in response, he’d deny it. Everything happened instinctively, his body out of control, especially when Draco squeezed his ass hard below. He would pretend not to care even though his body enjoyed it (damn it). Harry knew he had a nice butt because almost everyone told him, but that didn’t mean he wanted to admit it.
Seconds turned into minutes, and no one knew how long they kissed. Then they stopped, gasping for air with flushed faces. Maybe next time, Harry would punch that annoying smirk if he had energy left. He blamed the damn hormones, though he couldn’t deny the kiss was the best he’d ever had.
“So… not gay, huh?”
“If you still have energy, Malfoy, you'd better use it to keep going.”
Harry moved fast, straddling Draco’s broad chest, accidentally grinding his stiff crotch against Draco’s butt, making the blond close his eyes and hum softly. To hell with the world, Harry didn’t care about blame now. Let him go crazy to cool this burning feeling. His sanity could wait. Below him, Draco laughed heartily, pulling Harry close and sealing their lips again.
When Harry Potter asked for help to build his body, honestly, Draco already knew how this would end.
Maybe the only thing he didn’t know was the parents standing behind the wooden door, eavesdropping while whispering their secret victories. James himself didn’t quite think it a win, a slight bitterness hidden behind his wry smile. Oh god, his only son was not supposed to be kissed before thirty!
Elsewhere in London, Regulus and Sirius were still preparing the Black family’s dungeon interrogation room. Inside sat a long-haired blond man with taped mouth and hands bound behind.
Yeah… what a beautiful summer day.