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Harry made his way up the stairs, desperately trying not to think of Lu-Malfoy. Desperately trying not to think of Malfoy.

He walked down the hall, past his room, he went up the hidden servants stair in the dark corner, hidden by more of those cheerful House Elf heads. He made his way up the curving stair, the draft sending goosebumps down his spine. Finally, he reached the door to the tower. 'Honestly.' Harry thought to himself, ' no door could look more like it was made for a secret tower.' The dark wood had deep scratches that were ash gray. Thick metal bars created an X where the wood melted into the crumbling rocks. 'The fact that Sirius would rather sleep in a room made specifically to "take care" of unwanted visitors than in his childhood room or the Master Bedroom should really speak for a lot. Harry pulled open the heavy door, over it's screeching hinges and the ever present draft he could hear Sirius's heavy snoring.'To be fair, if he ever chose to sleep in a room actually in the house no one might ever be able to sleep again.'

As he finally opened the door enough to step through he slipped inside just as he lost hold of the door. It slammed back into place, hard enough to break bone if anyone was caught in between. As Harry looked around his Godfathers chosen room, who was still snoring heavily, two words rang around his head. Death Trap. The cragged rocks created the entire room. Reasonably spacious was the only good thing that could be said about it. The wall the door was set into was narrow and straight, only about five feet across. As Harry walked in the wall on his left side continued to be straight for about seven feet. The majority of the rooms space was made by the curving outer wall that attached to the wall connecting the door and the left side. The stones were rough and porous, and instead of a window part of the wall was just completely disintegrated. It was large enough for a full grown Hippogriff to fly through, as BuckBeak had proven time and again. The floor was absolutely covered in hay, and in the center of it all, was Sirius. His dirty king size mattress was in the middle of the floor; his sheets were twisted up in the center of the bed, speckled with hay; his pillow was halfway across the room, and there he lay. Sirius had his face centimeters from the floor each time he snored hay and dirt came frightfully close to his mouth only to be blown away again just moments before it hit him. His left leg was lying on the cold hard ground and his right leg was halfway in the air. His arms were so tangled Harry was not sure which was his right and which was his left. All in all, he was a sight.

Harry stared around this death trap of a room filled with the sounds of his ridiculous Godfather's obnoxious snores and couldn't help himself.

Harry Potter, Boy-Hero, Darling of the Wizarding World, Defeater of Voldemort, laughed so hard he fell down and cried.

That was the glorious sight Sirius Black woke up to. Not to the slamming of doors, not to the blaring sounds of the wind. Sirius Black woke up with a snort and not an insignificant amount of drool, to his godson laying on the ground, rolling back and forth, clutching his stomach , and giggling uncontrollably with tears streaming down his face.

Harry tried to calm down and catch his breath. He had almost done so when he looked up and saw his Godfather. His Godfather who still had one leg in the air, hair wilder than Harry's could ever hope to be, and by leaning on his arms, which had finally found their right side of the bodies to be on, was looking at Harry bleary-eyed and with hay stuck to the drool on his stubble.

Harry fell back down laughing.

LOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVE

Sirius finally got himself sorted out and Harry was only letting out an uncontrollable giggle every once in a while.

"Alright, Gigglepuss, what were you coming into The Inner Sanctum Of Treachery for?"

Harry gave himself over to his giggles once more, but quickly got semi-controlled. "Really, Siri? You sleep in your TISOT?"

"It is my Inner Sanctum Of Treachery, and don't you disrespect it!" Sirius foux-lectured "Why, don't you know that an escaped convict and a wild ravaging beast live here! This is the heart of where true evil lies! Eat Your Socks, Voldie!" Harry's giggles started again.

"Oh Great Treacherous One! I should never have disrespected this wild pig sty of a room! I should have known that behind every great mess is a great villain!" Harry pretended to bow down, being careful not to let his giggles tip him over again. "I just thought that the greatest evil in the land might wish to wake up before night fell again."

"Alright, Great Brat Apprentice of Evil, I get your point!" Sirius fainted a swat at Harry, "Now, skedaddle while the Count of All That Is Evil and Sexy gets dressed." Sirius chased the still giggling Harry out of the tower.

As Harry made his way down the hall nothing could bother him anymore. What's a few sexy dreams, a maniacal killer out for your blood, and a twinkling Headmaster you're no longer sure has your best interests at heart in the face of Sirius Black; Lord of All Things Evil and Sexy. Harry was so distracted by his own thoughts he almost walked head first into problem numero uno. Such was his mood that even thinking that pushed him into another fit of giggles.

Lucius stopped and stared. This sight was one he never wanted to forget. Harry Potter was standing there, well, a little hunched over really, laughing without a care in the world. Lucius got a free chance to soak it all in for as long as Harry had his little giggle attack. He would not let this chance go to waste. He desperately wanted to start from the top, but he was sure he'd get lost in that viridescent gaze. He took a deep breath, and started to memorize. Those long, tanned legs, he desperately wanted them wrapped around his waist… or shoulders, strong waist with a tantalizing trail of hair; damn, those abs, he could just imagine licking cum from them;

his hands, he could see his callouses from where he stood, he could already feel them rough and catching on his smooth skin, a delicious play of sensations; his dark hair making his skin more golden; his nipples dusky and peaked. Finally, finally, he looked up into Harry's laughing face. His lips chapped and uneven, open in such carefree joy, Lucius ached to reach out and run his fingers, his tongue, heal his lips with his touch. He followed the strong arch of his nose to those laughing green eyes. Green had never felt so inadequate a word and Lucius had never felt so inept with the english language. His eyes were poetry. Glistening with tears of joy and dancing in fun, inviting him to laugh along. Nothing could ever fully encapsulate, no one who had not seen it would ever be able to fully understand the unrelenting, nigh on painful, amount of beauty there was at this moment in Harry Potter's laughing green eyes.

A lock of hair fell over his eyes.

Suddenly, Lucius could hear again, when had he stopped being able to hear? He looked through the ragged mess of Harry's hair, he longed to run his hands through it. He saw those silken ears, he longed to bite them. He heard Harry's giggled request to let him by, he stood to the side. He watched Harry's delectable little ass sashay to his room, it would look better with a tail.

As Harry closed the door behind him, Lucius noticed that his mouth had been open and he'd never said a word.

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