Title: For the Perfect Dream
Pairing: Draco/Sirius
Rating: K-M
Summary: After seven years behind the veil Sirius finds himself in a world without Voldemort but in front of Draco Malfoy.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction set in the Harry Potter universe, all recognisable characters and settings are the property of J. K. Rowling and her associates. No money is made from this work.
A/N: Prompt for this chapter: #43 Rumor.
kittenonabroomstick: Haha, nee, ne? xD Das ist ja lustig. Und ich bemüh mich mit meinem schlechten Englisch. Lesen tu ich ja auch gern in Englisch, aber zu schreiben ist was ganz anderes. Na ja, auf jeden Fall werde ich besser werden. *-* Wenn du es auf Englisch aushältst freut mich das aber sehr. Ich schreibe ja gerne Draco/Sirius und das Schönste an ihnen ist, dass sie beide so voller Vorurteile gegenüber dem Anderen sind. Jedenfalls glaube ich fest daran, dass Sirius nur immer diese schwarzmagische Fassade sieht. Ah, ich labere, sorry. Wünsch dir gute Besserung und allerliebsten Dank fürs Kommentar! *Keks geb*

Telling Stories

„Black? Black!"

„Hmm…" Sirius turned to the side and pressed his face into the pillow. "Just one minute, Moony…"

Something slapped him on the back. "Get up, Black!"

"But I don't want to," Sirius mumbled and tried to ignore the hands on his shoulders, which was quite difficult because that someone was shaking him constantly.

"Come on, Stubby."

Sirius was up within a second. "I am not –" He blinked and rubbed over his puffy eyes, recognizing Draco after a second glance. Shaking his tousled hair off his face, he yawned. "Bloody kid. You did that on purpose."

Draco was leaning over him and smiled slightly. He gently brushed the black hair out of Sirius' face. "Of course I did. Now get up. It's time to go," he said, holding Sirius' gaze for several moments.

"What time is it?" Sirius managed to say after he shifted his gaze away from Draco's face. He had a terrible night, although the couch was more comfortable than his old bed at the Grimmauld Place had been.

"Just after six," Draco said and Sirius' eyes widened in shock.

"Are you crazy? Why are you waking me at six in the morning?!" he yelled.

Draco stretched himself and turned his back to Sirius. He was already dressed and still looked exactly like yesterday. The black shirt and trousers suited him well but Sirius couldn't see any differences and he would have thought that Draco was the kind of guy who was always making sure that he looked stunning. Oh, and that he did… Sirius realized that Draco was pretty graceful for a guy and he moved with an elegance, which was proving his good education.

"It's not morning, stupid," Draco said and pointed towards the window. Sirius looked out in the dark and sighed. "You sleep like a dog, Black. Ah, wait. Like a log." Draco smirked at him and Sirius rolled his eyes, throwing the covers to the side before he sat up.

"Didn't know I was that tired," he mumbled while he scuffled towards the kitchen table. Draco placed a glass of milk in front of Sirius and smiled expectantly. "Uhm…" Sirius frowned and followed Draco with his eyes as the boy arranged Sirius' 'breakfast', which consisted of a few cookies.

"Enjoy your meal, Black!" Draco beamed.

"Are you serious?"

"No, I thought that's your name, Stubby." Draco seemed pleased with Sirius' reaction and tried not to laugh at him what made the other man blush.

"You're making fun of me!" he snapped, reached for a cookie and mumbled it, not wanting to give Draco the satisfaction… for whatever he had wanted to achieve with something like that.

"Don't you like them? I made them myself while you were sleeping," Draco pouted.

Sirius froze. "You… You… what? You baked for me?!"

Draco rolled his eyes. "No, I bought them a couple of days ago and I don't like them. But someone has to eat them and you looked like you're very fond of some exquisite food." He coughed in disguise of laughter, what made Sirius nearly throw the bloody cookie at him. "Normally I don't eat at home, you know. We're going to get you something different and then we can talk. Just thought you're already hungry. The bathroom's over there. But I would appreciate it if you don't use my toothbrush," Draco said emotionless, turned away and cleaned up the mess Sirius had left on the couch.

Sirius sighed. It could've been worse. At least Draco hadn't placed some food for dogs in front of him and they were over with the joke of his name, which he had heard countless times in his entire life. While he was drinking his milk he thought hard about a way to make fun of Draco's name. Something with dragons. But he had never been good in Care of Magical Creatures. If he had been Charlie he could've said something about taming a dragon, otherwise he didn't want to tame that bloody dragon.

"You should really take a bath, Black," Draco said, his back facing Sirius. "I'm not going out with you like this. And don't you dare asking me to wash your back."

"Would've never thought of it," Sirius murmured, staring unashamed at Draco's back. Maybe he had found a possibility to tease Draco a bit. That spoiled brat deserved a lesson. He had to learn to respect older people, especially ones who were slightly confused because they're ogling a Malfoy… and of course, back from the dead.

Sirius suddenly realized that it would be an incredible shock for his friends that he was back. Maybe they wouldn't believe him that he actually was Sirius Black and he had to begin his new life as Stubby Boardman. Something he really didn't want to…

As he came out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a hand towel, Draco throw something at him, which nearly knocked him of his feet.

"What the –"

"Your clothes are not very suitable for the streets," Draco said unimpressed of Sirius' reaction. "I suppose this shirt is your size."

"And why do you have a shirt in my size?" Sirius spit out. He had wanted to ask Draco if he could do something about his clothes, but the kid was already two steps ahead again.

"My ex-boyfriend left it here," Draco said silently and Sirius stared at him with wide eyes. Tears glittered in the grey eyes and Draco looked like he was about to cry. Speechlessly Sirius opened his mouth a couple of times and looked at the shirt, trying not to imagine poor Draco with such a bastard, who left him with a broken heart. If he'd ever…

Draco chuckled and Sirius frowned once again. "Merlin, your face is priceless!" Draco burst into laughter and shook his head. "You didn't believe I was gay, do you? I'm a Malfoy."

Sirius balled his hand into a fist and was closer to punching Draco than ever before. He put on the shirt, ignoring the slipping towel around his hips and searched for his trousers.

"Although I can imagine that you would like the thought, right Black?" Draco grinned at him. "No sex for nearly twenty years… Poor old man."

Sirius gulped. "How did you know about that?" he asked his voice hoarse and his mouth dry.

"I didn't," Draco said, smirking. "Just guessed and you gave me the answer with your reaction. That's cute, Black, but now I'm not sure if I can take you out. You probably leap everything, what gets close to you."

"Living with you must be horrible," Sirius grumbled. "Unsurprisingly that you don't have a roommate." No. He was absolutely not anxious to hear that Draco's girlfriend didn't share the flat with him. Either he didn't care for Draco being into women. That wasn't a bad thing. Well, not too bad… Sirius liked everything and vice versa. Not even a straight Malfoy could escape him.

"Living alone is not that bad," Draco said, while he watched Sirius searching his clothes. Stupid brat. He should help him and not stand there staring. "Mother told me you that you lived alone for a couple of years and –"

"Did you told your mother about me?!" Sirius interrupted and stared at Draco in shock. The last thing on earth he wanted was another Malfoy around him. The most important thing he needed right now were his trousers. Draco really seemed to wait for Sirius' towel to slip down, but for that he got hands. Digging his fingers into the soft fabric he stepped towards Draco and snorted at him.

Draco rolled his eyes, reached behind his back and handed out Sirius' trousers. "I did not," he said. "Retentive memory. She liked talking about you." Sirius blinked and shook his head in disbelief. "Not like you are her favorite cousin. She always used your mistakes for my… education. Don't do that, Draco, or you'll end up like that bastard. Will you put on your trousers now or shall I help you?"

"What?" Sirius couldn't follow this rhapsody, staring at Draco and get dressed. Multitasking was something for women. "Oh, yeah… Sorry…"

"And brush your hair," Draco beefed. "That looks terrible… When was your last time at the hairdresser?"

"That from Lucius Malfoys son," Sirius fired back and Draco rolled his eyes. "Or is he balding?" Sirius almost grinned as Draco's face reddened. "Lucy-Wucy always loved his hair. He'll probably jump out of the window if he would lose it."

"He still got his hair the last time I saw him. Now get dressed." Draco reached for Sirius' towel, snatching it away and walking back to the bathroom. "Nice backside, Black!"

"Voyeur," Sirius murmured, pulling on his trousers. He looked over his shoulder and gulped as Draco stared at him furiously. "I can definitely understand that. You don't have to feel ashamed. I mean… look at me." He grinned and turned around to face Draco.

"That was true twenty years ago, Black," he said, eyeing Sirius pitiful. "Come on now. I've talked to someone who might be able to help us."

"What exactly have you planned?" Sirius asked.

"Disapparating." Draco grabbed Sirius' arm and a second later Sirius wanted to vomit. He hated this Apparition thing. They were outside the Leaky Cauldron and Sirius smiled slightly. It was ages ago that he had been in a pub. "You're alright, Black?" Draco placed a hand on his back and patted him carefully.

Sirius nodded. "Just not used to Apparating anymore," he said.

"I suppose you don't want the pea soup then?" Draco shoved Sirius towards the door, placing a cap on his head.

"What…"

"I've told you that you should brush your bloody hair," Draco snapped. "And I don't believe anybody will recognize you immediately but we'll like to stay private for a moment. Do you want sunglasses?"

Sirius stared at the dark glasses which Draco pulled out of his pocket. "It's already getting dark. I cannot wear sunglasses, kid!"

"Of course you can! You just don't want to," Draco pouted. "Put them on. You won't look more stupid than you already do."

"Oh, charming…" Sirius rolled his eyes, before he hid them behind the glasses and then followed Draco into the pub. Several wizards were filling the pub and Sirius felt utterly strange around them. He stepped closer to Draco, suppressing the urge to grab his arm. Nobody paid them any attention, not even as Draco placed his hand on the small of Sirius' back and shoved him through the crowd.

"Theo!" Draco called suddenly. "Hurry up, Black."

Sirius had trouble to keep up with Draco as he walked towards a table in the backmost corner. A tall man stood there and reached for Draco's hand, shaking it and clapped him hardly against the upper arm, what let Draco cough.

"How are you, Theodore?" he asked, pulling Sirius beneath his side.

"Same as ever. And this is your new toy?" Theodore looked at Sirius out of bored blue eyes.

"Toy?" Sirius shook his head but Draco ignored him and shoved him onto the chair like he really was nothing more than a toy.

"He truly is Sirius Black," Draco said, not looking at Sirius anymore as though he had suddenly vanished. "I made a comparison between some… pictures. You have to look carefully but he really is… Sirius Black!" Draco sat on the chair next to Sirius and pointed towards him, although Theodore didn't look interested that much. "So… what about Potter?"

"Trip overseas," Theodore said. "He'll be back in a few weeks. I'm not sure if he's receiving any owls. Something secret, you know?"

Draco nodded. "Well, then… Let's make this public."

Sirius raised his hand. "May I get my pea soup?" he asked.

"I thought you didn't feel well?" Draco snorted but Sirius only shrugged. "Fine. I get you your bloody pea soup and you're talking with Theo."

"May I ask why I should do this?" Sirius tried to smile but he felt more like shaking Draco and screaming at him. That brat wasn't interested in anything else than himself.

"Oh!" Draco seemed to realize that he hadn't explained anything to Sirius. "Theodore is writing for the Daily Prophet and you'll be his next topic." That wasn't enough for Sirius to know but Draco stood up and walked away, faster than Sirius could hold him back. He sighed and turned to Theodore who watched Sirius warily.

"Hi, Theo," Sirius said winking.

"It's Mr. Nott for you," Theodore growled, taking out his feather and a parchment.

Sirius' eyes widened. Nott? Oh, that was fantastic. Another Death Eater's son, who tried to help him, although Theodore seemed not very fond of this whole situation, and looked rather annoyed.

"Uhm… alright, Mr. Nott." Sirius smiled. "What do you want to know? I can't remember that much, you know… I was in the Ministry and… I suppose your father was there, too!"

Theodore's feather broke into two and he glared at Sirius with pure hatred. "He was injured. Quite heavily."

"Oh, yeah?" Sirius rolled his eyes. He would love to insult Nott Sr., but that wouldn't be a good idea if he wanted Nott Jr. to help him.

"Listen, Black." Theodore leaned over the table and Sirius flinched away. "First of all: I am doing this for Draco, than for my career, and not for you. No Smalltalk, no insults; just your bloody story. As soon as your return is public I will savage you." Sirius tried not to scream as Theodore kicked him under the table. Ouch… What a sympathetic person…

"You seem to be on very good terms with him, Theo," Draco said as he came back with Sirius' soup. "He's such a bastard, isn't he? I would like to curse him every second minute."

"Shut up, Draco," Theodore hissed. "I am doing this for my career and not for you."

Sirius raised his eyebrows. "You earlier said that you – Ouch!" And again he was kicked under the table and this time it hurt really badly.

"The same for me, Theodore," said Draco, ignoring that Theodore tried to kill Sirius with glaring at him. "Black likes to be used. We're making him really happy." Draco grinned at Sirius, who sighed. "Go ahead. Tell Theodore your story about the curtain."

Sirius sighed again. His soup was getting cold while he told everything what had happened in the Ministry.

"We all know that," Theodore said. "The interesting part is… what had happened after you've fallen… Can I take something different than a curtain? That's so bloody pathetic. Killed by drapery."

Draco laughed. "I know. But it's perfect for a Gryffindor. Just don't prevaricate something, okay?"

Theodore contracted his brows and glared at Sirius, who tried to focus on his soup. "Not yet," he murmured. "I can't believe that you're actually helping him, Draco. He's a blood traitor, Potter's godfather, your –"

"My cousin," Draco interjected and turned to Sirius, slapped him on the back. "Family should stick together." Sirius looked at him stunned. "All jestings aside, you know how hard it is to get a job for me. For a Malfoy," Draco said and Sirius snorted. He should go. He should stand up and leave, but it seemed that Theodore's kicks took that ability away.

"Whatever," Theodore murmured. "I suppose the Ministry will contact you after they read my article tomorrow. Probably the best selling edition this year. Killed by drapery…" His laughter didn't sound very honest. Shaking his head he stood up and reached for Draco's hand. "See you Tuesday, Draco."

"Say hello to your father for me," Draco said and smiled at Theodore, before he turned to Sirius again. "And what would you like to do now?"

"Huh?"

"We have plenty of time and some people should see you," Draco said. "Or are you tired of telling your absorbing tale?" He smirked and Sirius poked him.

"I'm tired of being treated like that," he said, while Draco stared at his arm in shock. "Oh, what's it? Have I been the first one who touched you there?"

"You're so funny, Black," Draco snorted. "Stop flirting with me. That's annoying." He stood up and grinned as Sirius' mouth fell open. "What? I'm not stupid."

"And I'm not gay!"

"Mother told me different things," Draco smirked.

Sirius shook his head. "But that's not true!" He jumped up and looked around as though everybody was watching him but no one seemed to show any interest. "I'm not… I… That's not true."

"I don't care," Draco said. "I thought you were –"

"No! I don't want to hear that." Sirius pressed his hands against his ears. "I won't tie myself to something like that."

"Oh," Draco said as he grabbed Sirius' arms and pulled him to the entrance. "You never came out, right?"

Sirius shook his head. "I don't need to come out with something!"

"I can understand you, Black. It must be terrible that you never got the chance to learn more about your sexuality. All those years in Azkaban." Draco sighed. "You missed a lot of chances."

"I don't…" Sirius rolled his eyes. "Whatever…"

"Bet I can help you," Draco said grinning and looked at Sirius full of enthusiasm.