You were a Weasley, a boy. You were Bill's little brother but a big brother to the others, like Fred, George, Ron, Percy, and Ginny. You were a professor at Hogwarts, an astronomy professor.

You were in your twenties and you were quite close with one of your students, Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, who was friends with practically all your family. Every summer, Harry spent time at your place, at The Burrow, because you still didn't really have a home of your own and you preferred to live with your family.

Harry was at The Burrow, making soup because he was hungry but not starving. The other Weasleys were outside, Ginny and Ron playing tag, Percy was sitting against a tree reading his newspaper. Fred was with Rosalind, his girlfriend, who was also Harry's older sister; she was the same age as Fred and George.

You were just getting home from work at Hogwarts because you were finishing late and it was finally the holidays. You went back to The Burrow, not before saying hello to your family and your parents, who gave you a warm hug.

You saw Harry in the kitchen and he turned to you. He respected you because you were his teacher.

"Hello, professor."

Harry said politely, but you waved your hand. You didn't want him to call you that when you weren't in class.

"Don't call me that. You can call me by my first name here, or by 'sir' if you prefer."

You said, closing the door behind you and shrugging off your coat, putting it around a chair, and Harry nodded his head before turning back to his soup. You approached behind him, and Harry could feel it, your warm breath on the back of his neck...

"If you were to let me kiss you... would that be mortal or venial?"

You asked, your hands in your pants pockets, and Harry turned his head towards you, pretending he wasn't fazed.

"Mortal, I'm pretty sure."

Harry answered your weird and unexpected question, and you walked slowly to be right next to him, your face close to his.

"Would you like me to kiss you?"

You asked in a warm, deep tone, and barely a second after you asked that question, Harry picked up his bowl of soup.

"No, sir."

Harry said quickly, not looking you in the eyes as he walked over to the long table and sat down with his bowl of soup.