Harry and Hermione walked hand in hand down the stairs with the rest of their house, on their way to dinner, but made a right after they exited the portrait door and went to Remus and Sirius' rooms.
They stopped in front of a painting of two lions curled up on the African plains and when the darker of the two lions raised his head, Harry spoke the password, "Animagi," and the portrait swung open.
The couple were met at the door by Sirius, who pulled his son into a big hug, then stepped back and looked at the couple. He then surprised them both by grabbing Hermione and hugging her too. "It's good to see you two outside of class." He said, "I miss you son," he directed at Harry.
"I miss you too dad," Harry said, looking over his dads' rooms. "Where's dad?"
"Right here," Remus said as he came out of the room that Harry would soon realize was a small kitchenette.
Sirius ushered the couple to the couch and he and Remus took the armchairs to each side.
"Everything going ok so far?" Remus asked as they sat down.
"Pretty good," Harry said. "Everyone besides Ron seems to be really great about everything. Quite a few people have asked my name, which makes it hilarious to watch their face when I tell them."
"And the ones who haven't asked Harry who he is, have asked me who my hot boyfriend is," Hermione added.
"Just like a chip off the old block," Sirius said proudly.
"Ahem, blocks." Remus said, raising an eyebrow at his partner.
"Yeah, blocks," Sirius said, grinning sheepishly.
Everyone was laughing at Sirius when a timer went off in the kitchenette. Remus rose to go take the food out of the oven, and beckoned everyone else to follow him and have a seat at the table.
Hermione and Harry sat at the table, but Sirius followed Remus to the kitchen to help him bring out the food.
Moments later both of Harry's dads came out of the kitchen. Remus was carrying a large casserole dish filled to the brim with chicken pot pie, and Sirius had a large bowl of garden salad and glass bottles filled with salad dressing.
They sat the food down on the table that was already set for dinner. Sirius summoned a pitcher of iced tea from the kitchen and they all dug into the food. Remus' chicken pot pie was one of the most magnificent things that Harry had ever tasted. It was even better than Mrs. Weasley's. The rich, thick sauce was full of big chunks of chicken and the most fresh, crisp vegetables. Harry ate until he couldn't hold anymore, and so did everyone else at the table.
It was a much more comfortable meal that either Harry or Hermione had expected. It helped tremendously that Hermione had known Remus and Sirius for several years before they became Harry's parents, and they knew that she truly did care for Harry, and not his fame or his inheritance from his adoptive parents.
After dinner, they went back into the living room and Sirius turned on the WWN. They listened to a wizard/muggle crossover station for while until Harry and Hermione had to leave so that Hermione could do her rounds as headgirl, and Harry wouldn't miss curfew.
Sirius and Remus hugged both Harry and Hermione, and stood at the portrait door and watched the young couple walk away hand in hand.
"They're going to work," Sirius said.
Remus nodded in agreement and wrapped his arm around his mate's shoulders. They headed back inside to do their dinner dishes and get ready for bed, because they had classes the next day just like the kids did.
Hermione and Harry walked back to Gryffindor tower together, but this time it was Hermione who kissed Harry at the door and left to do her rounds before bedtime.
Harry stood at the door and watched his girlfriend walk away for a moment before giving The Fat Lady the password and heading into the tower.
The common room was mostly empty except for Seamus and Dean playing chess off to one side of the room. The two friends looked up and Dean asked, "Have a good evening Harry?"
"Yeah. Hermione and I had dinner with my dads." Harry said before heading up to the seventh year boys dorm.
Finding himself exhausted, Harry dropped onto this bed and was asleep before he even removed his shoes.