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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Pairings: Sirius/Remus

Warnings: Slash, mentions of child abuse

Harry woke in a comfortable bed.

That, in itself, was completely unprecedented. His cot in the cupboard had been, well...a cot, suited more for functionality than comfort. His blanket had been thin, and his pillow flat, unlike the big fluffy pillows (more than one!) and heavy quilt that he found himself tucked beneath.

He shot upright, ignoring the small wave of dizziness that came from sitting up too fast, and quickly glanced around. The room he was in was quite large, and bright; nothing like his cupboard. The floors were a dark wood, and the walls were a generic creamish-beige. Sunlight streamed in through large windows, and a heavy wardrobe was placed in one corner. The room looked empty, but it was still much more inviting than his old one. He snatched his glasses from where they'd been resting on a nightstand and shoved them onto his nose.

Harry got out of bed slowly, expecting the floorboards to be shockingly cold against his feet. He was pleasantly surprised to find that they were actually warm to the touch. Padding over to the open doorway, he poked his head into a short hallway. The walls here were a robin's egg blue, and several picture frames hung on the walls, though he didn't pay attention to the actual photos. Down the hall, he could hear the low thrum of adult voices, and smell something that he thought might be bacon.

A curl of anxiety swirled through his belly. Did Mr. Lupin and Mr. Black expect him to cook for them? He'd cooked for the Dursleys, so maybe he was supposed to do that here, too. He slipped down the hall, bare feet hardly making a sound, and stopped outside the door he heard the voices coming from.

"Sirius, you daft git, that is not what pancake batter is-hey!"

"Come on, Moony, I thought werewolves were supposed to be faster than that?"

"Smear me again, and I will-Sirius Black!"

Harry carefully pushed the door open.

Mr. Lupin and Mr. Black were standing on opposite sides of a small, round kitchen table. Mr. Lupin had smears of something on his face and in his hair, and Mr. Black was grinning wildly, brandishing a dirty whisk like a sword. Mr. Lupin eyed it warily, edging to the left. Mr. Black remained completely still, tracking the taller man's movements with his eyes. He looked a bit, Harry thought, like a cat playing with a mouse.

Suddenly, Mr. Lupin lunged to the right, and Mr. Black darted after him, swinging his arm to hit Mr. Lupin with the whisk. He gave a startled yelp when Mr. Lupin suddenly turned towards him. He ducked under the whisk, grabbed Mr. Black around the waist, and distracted him with a long kiss to the lips.

Harry carefully closed the door and frowned at his toes. He hadn't even known boys were allowed to kiss.

Short, cute fluff. Next chapter the adults are going to be suitably embarrassed. ;)

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