Harry smiled to himself as he watched his friends all lazing about the drawing room at Grimmauld Place. Hermione and Ginny were squashed into an large armchair, giggling to themselves, glancing occasionally over towards either Harry or Ron, who was sitting concentrating fiercely on the chessboard in front of him. Remus Lupin was sitting across from Ron, watching as Ron chose his next move. Fred and George sat huddled together in front of the fire, muttering to themselves and occasionally glancing around guiltily.

"So, Harry." Sirius Black said as he flopped himself down in the couch next to Harry.

Harry turned to him and raised an eyebrow, "Yes, Sirius."

"How's it going?" Sirius's voice had a hint of mischief in it.

"Fine."

There was silence for a while.

"Harry."

"Yes Sirius." Harry's tone was long suffering.

"Are you a virgin." The heads of everyone in the room shot up at Sirius's question.

Harry looked at his Godfather, then answered in a teasing voice. "Oh you already know that Siri, I told you last night."

"Last night?" Hermione's tone was arch.

Harry nodded solemnly, "He came into my room late last night while the rest of you were asleep."

Sirius frantically signalled for Harry to stop.

"What do you mean 'while the rest of you were asleep'?" Remus's tone was serious as he frowned at Sirius.

Harry had finally noticed Sirius's frantic attempts to quiet him, "Oh oops I wasn't supposed to say anything was I." Harry's voice was contrite. He lowered his head ashamedly, then glanced up through his lashes as he heard the first snort.

In moments the whole room was filled with laughter as everyone lost their straight faces.

"So Harry," Ron voice cut through, "Are you?"

"Am I what?" Harry asked nonplussed.

"A virgin." Ginny's voice was flat.

Harry looked around the room, at all he avid faces waiting for his answer. He smiled internally, 'time for some fun.' He stretched lazily, sliding a hand down his body. Everyone's eyes followed his hand. "What do you think?" He asked huskily.

Fred and George exchanged looks. "We think…"

"That you've…"

"Been…"

"Hiding…"

"Something."

"I agree." Siri's voice was strangled.

Harry smiled slightly as he glanced through his lashes at everyone, his hand still running lightly across his stomach. Remus smiled at Harry knowing exactly what Harry was doing to the others in the room, exactly what he'd done to Remus the year before. Seducing them into forgetting their questions.

Hermione was staring at Harry and Remus, her eyes flicking backwards and forwards between them. "Harry?" she asked her voice strangely shakey as if she didn't really want to know the answer to the question she was about to ask. "You aren't sleeping with Professor Lupin are you?"

Remus spat the mouthful of hot chocolate he'd just taken out, "What?" he spluttered. "I most certainly am not sleeping with Harry."

"You'd better not be." Sirius growled.

Harry's low laughter cut through the argument that was about to start. "I like my lovers a bit more," he paused thoughtful, "wicked." he finished with a graceful shrug.

While everyone else gaped at him, the Weasley twins exchanged looks and moved closer to Harry.

"So. Who do you consider 'wicked'?" Fred asked.

"Cause we're not quite sure about your definition Harry." George finished.

"Hmm." Harry's voice was husky, "Well, first they have to be attractive."

"Define attractive." Sirius's voice was wary.

"Taller than me."

"That's basically everyone, mate." Fred laughed. Harry focused on him, eyes narrowing.

George slapped his brother around the head. "Carry on Harry."

Harry closed his eyes, reclining further into the couch, "As I said tall, older than me."

"So that's who?"

Harry sighed, "Do you just want me to list them for you Ron?"

Hermione clamped her hand over his mouth, from where she was now perched on the side of his chair. "Maybe that would be a good idea."

"Hmm, well in the Order." He peered at all of them, "These are people I find attractive, not that I want, have or will sleep with. Kingsley, Tonks, Bill, Charlie, Hestia, Snape.."

"Ewww." Ron and Ginny chorused in unison.

"As much as I hate to say it, Snivellous is sort of..." Sirius trailed off, not actually able to vocalise the rest of his sentence.

"Padfoot, you've grown up." Remus's voice was teasing, "I wonder what he'd say if he'd heard you say that."

Sirius grimaced, "I'd prefer him not to ever know."

"What will you give us not to say anything?" Fred's voice was sly.

"I won't tell your mother about what you've got in your room." Sirius's voice was equally as sly.

Fred and George flushed, exchanging a look, then inclined their heads in agreement of their silence.

"What about me Padfoot?" Remus's voice was amused. Sirius frowned in concentration, there was nothing he could say about Remus that wouldn't incriminate him as well.

"How about I tell her about your birthmark." Harry drawl was dry. Sirius grinned in triumph at Remus's suddenly pale face at the thought of the Weasley matriarch's reaction to that bit of knowledge. He then frowned at his godson.

"Hey, how do you know about that?"

Harry smiled secretively. "Anyone else want to try and blackmail Siri?"

Ron, Hermione and Ginny looked at each other, seeing if any of the others would try. When the all shook their heads, he smiled at his success.

"So know that."

"Everyone has."

"Given up."

"On blackmailing."

"Our esteemed Padfoot."

"Maybe."

"Young Harry."

"Could continue."

"Who had I listed?" Harry's voice was innocent.

"Kingsley, Tonks, Charlie, Bill, Hestia and Snape." Hermione was impatient.

"Hmm, well then there's Sinstra, Riley, both of them," Harry added as Ron opened his mouth, "Viktor, Darion, Malachai, Caden and of course Remus and Siri."

Everyone in the room blinked, surprised at the matter of fact way he'd added Remus and Sirius.

Sirius preened, "Me?"

Harry rolled his eyes, then slunk over to Sirius, draping himself over Sirius whose stunned face, caused the others in the room to laugh. Sirius pouted then licked a wet stripe up the side of Harry's face. Harry's disgusted face, and the subsequent scrubbing of his face with his sleeve, generated even more laughter.

While the others were stilling laughing, Harry noticed Ginny's frown.

"Ginny?" He questioned.

She looked at him, "Why are most of them men?"

"Because I like men." Harry answered quietly.

"What about me?"

"What about you?"

"We're supposed to be getting married when I leave Hogwarts." He answer was matter of fact, as if Harry had been stupid to even ask.

Sirius noticed Harry's sudden stillness, and frowned. "What's the matter Harry?"

Harry's voice was confused, "Ginny thinks we're getting married after Hogwarts."

Sirius gaped stunned, "Huh?"

"Why are you so surprised Harry. How could we possibly not, everyone already knows." By the end of this statement the others in the room had stopped laughing and focused on the conversation.

"I'm not marrying you Ginny, I'm not even interested in dating you."

Ginny scoffed, "So. We're still getting married, I'm going to be Mrs Potter, you're going to become a Auror and I'm going to stay at home with the children, two boys and two girls." By the time Ginny stopped her rant, the whole room was staring at her.

"What?" Ron's voice was disbelieving.

Ginny's voice was arrogant and she stared at her older brother, "I've always known I was going to marry him, ever since I was a little girl." She turned to Harry, who was now shivering nervously, enclosed in his godfather's tight embrace.

"You can't just decide to marry someone, Ginny." Hermione's voice was slow, "They have to want to get married as well."

Ginny sniffed, "Headmaster Dumbledore said we would. He said that Harry would do what he told him to and that we would get married and be rich and Harry would love me."

Sirius and Remus exchanged a look and then Remus subtly drew his wand.

"Ginny, are you sure that was what Dumbledore said?" Fred voice was serious.

"Yes." Fred flicked a look at Remus, who raised his wand and Ginny slumped down unconscious.