2-Misery Loves Company

Rating: MA – Eventually

Authors Notes: Here is just a little romance inductive chapter! So, no I am not JKR, I don't have any money. Don't sue!

Warnings: Harry/Sirius. This is Slash people!! Don't like, don't read. Simple.

"Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one's life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart it's pages betrayed the rhythm and the music; perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath." – Lucy Maud Montgomery

Misery Loves Company

Chapter Seven

By: Kitty

It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall. His body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backward through the ragged veil hanging from the arch....
And I see the look of mingled fear and surprise on Sirius's wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though a high wind and then fell back into place.

"SIRIUS! SIRIUS! Let me go. He's just gone through, we can still get him back! Let me go!"

"He can't come back, Harry. He can't come back because he's d—"

"HE—IS—NOT—DEAD! SIRIUS!"

"Hush, kitten. Everything is fine. Just breathe for me, that's right, keep breathing. I'm here, your safe and everything is fine" a husky voice rasps into my ear, holding me around the waist, a firm body pressed into my back. Oh gods, it was just a dream. Just a bloody dream and Sirius is lying next to you, not behind a damned veil.

"Sirius?" I whisper, still attempting to regulate my breathing. I feel more than here his sigh and he tightens his arms around me.

"That's right, love. I'm right here just like I promised. I won't leave you" he breathes into my ear, nuzzling the fleshy spot just behind the lobe.

"I saw you fall again" I confess, voice higher than I would have hoped.

"It was just a dream, Harry. I'm here with you. Can you feel me behind you?" Sirius rumbles and I can feel the vibrations flutter along my back.

"Yes, I can feel you. I think I'm alright" I say, closing my eyes briefly only to snap them back open at the remaining images waiting.

"No your not, I can feel you shaking. Turn around" he orders, releasing his vice-like hold around my torso. I turn to face him eagerly, wanting desperately to see his eyes. His eyes will tell me if things are ok again. As soon as I finish my wiggling, he wraps one arm around my waist and uses the other to caress my face and hair. His eyes are calm and bright.

"I'm sorry I woke you up" I drawl, yawning widely and snuggling into his chest.

"Don't apologize" he whispers harshly, placing a soft kiss on my cheek. What wouldn't I give to feel those lips on mine, on my neck, tracing down my spine? There is a desperate ache coiling in my stomach, a gaping hole that makes me dizzy and nauseated all at once. As the minutes pass in silence, the pressure builds inside me and forces absolutely inappropriate scenarios to play out in my mind.

"You're shaking again" he states, pulling me tighter against him and skimming kisses all over my face and hair. It's too much, the pressure has reached critical limits and I cant focus on anything else. I bring a trembling hand to the flesh of his throat and run my fingertips up his neck to tangle in the tips of his hair. Oh Merlin, what am I doing? This is Sirius! You cannot allow yourself to be overwhelmed, he is too important! I love him too much to live without him.

With a start, I jerk my hand away from the tantalizing curls framing his neck. What exactly did you think you were doing? Did you think he would just lie there and let you kiss him? How stupid are you? He would never want you! For Godric's sake, you don't even know if he's gay let alone remotely interested in his barely legal godson! Never in a thousand lifetimes would someone as wonderful as Sirius want you.

"Sorry" I mumble, utterly mortified with my lack of self control. I can't believe I let it get that far. I was literally one minute away from kissing him.

"Why on earth are you sorry?" he inquires, blinking at me in confusion. Gods, he wants me to say it!

"I… um…like your hair. I shouldn't have… you know… touched it" I stammer, feeling the heat flooding my face. Thank Merlin its dark. How retarded are you? 'I like your hair'? Brilliant, Potter, just brilliant. It's no wonder that he doesn't want you.

"Right" he says, drawing the word out to show his puzzlement. Fuck, this is totally humiliating. "You do realize that right now, as we speak, I'm stroking your hair and have been for a good ten minutes. Not to mention the fact that I was just kissing your face" he finishes, smirking in his charming way.

"That's different" I mumble, shrugging my shoulders helplessly. Even if he doesn't, I know that I cant touch him. He doesn't think about what it would feel like to have him fuck me every five minutes, so of course its alright for him to stroke my hair. It is not, however, alright for me to fondle an unsuspecting man just because I love him too much to keep my hands to myself.

"Oh, it is, is it?" he replies, removing his fingers from my hair and tipping my head up to catch his gaze.

"Yes" I say with much more confidence than I actually feel. In fact, I am feeling a little dizzy again and I don't exactly know what he's trying to get at, which isn't helping.

"You can touch me whenever you want, kitten" he sooths, grinning sweetly and keeping our gazes locked. Yeah, I am positive that he doesn't mean that the way it sounded to my lust-addled mind. It is best for me to just keep my hands to myself, least I pounce him and have his pants unzipped with his cock in my mouth in ten seconds flat. I haven't ever actually sucked cock, but nothing could stop me from chugging his as soon as I got the green light. Holy Salazar, stop thinking about things like that! It is completely counterproductive. Right, time for the old fail safe… Molly Weasley naked.

"Alright" I grin, plastering an innocent look on my face to hide the pornographic thoughts that have taken up residence in my brain.

"That means that you should put your fingers back in my hair" he coaxes, lifting a challenging eyebrow. Hair is relatively safe. I should be able to restrain myself as long as he doesn't move any closer to me.

So, without further provocation, I twine his hair around my fingers and practically purr with contentment. So soft and silky, even at the ends. Growing more bold, I stroke the strands at the scalp and let my nails score the skin gently.

"See now, nothing bad happened. Did it?" he prods, closing his eyes in what can only be described as pleasure. Aw, he likes to be petted just like Padfoot. Well, I suppose he technically is Padfoot so that makes sense.

"No" I answer, teasingly scratching behind his ears which earns me a slight swat on my shoulder and a deep chuckle.

"Do you think that you can fall asleep now?" he asks, resting his forehead against mine and sighing deeply. Oh fuck, his mouth is way too close and I can smell his sweet breath and feel the warmth of his skin under my hands. Too much, too soon, not nearly enough control. I cant believe that I thought this was a good plan! Stupid, stupid, stupid!

"Alright? You tensed up" he inquires, clarifying upon my furrowed brow.

"Yeah, you just startled me" I reply, putting a little space between our faces to ensure I don't maul him with my lips.

"I'm sorry, love. Come 'ere" he coos, kissing my cheek ridiculously close to my mouth and letting his lips linger where they fell. This is just getting worse and worse… or better and better depending on how you look at it. Right at this moment, with my restraint considerably depleted, I'm going to go with worse.

"Better?" he whispers, lips brushing my skin as he spoke. NO IT IS NOT BETTER I want to scream. What I really want to be screaming is… STOP! Do not even go there.

"Yes" I sigh, not giving voice to any of my rampaging thoughts.

"Good, don't want to scare you away" he mutters around a yawn, letting his eyes fall shut and his hand resumes its stroking across my face and hair.

"You could never scare me away" I let out before I could even catch it. I like to call these moments 'word vomit' – where the words just seem to slip out without your permission and all you want to do is shove them back in your mouth. Fuck.

"That's good to know, kitten. Close your eyes now and try to get some sleep. I'll be here when you wake up" he chuckles, pressing another kiss to the spot that his lips have been resting for quite a few moments.

"Mhm" I lie, making as though I was settling down to sleep. I don't think the sandman will be visiting me again tonight. I was wrong, because within mere minutes all I knew was blissful nothingness where Sirius is pressing his lips to mine ever so gently. I don't know what I would do without dreams.

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A/N: Sorry that this one is so short but I just wanted a frivolous fluffy chapter before any actual plot development. For those of you who are wondering what the hell I am doing, let me assure you that this story will be taking major plot points from Deathly Hallows and putting a Sirry spin on it. I promise more action soon! PLEASE REVIEW! I need some nourishment to continue writing! Thanks to everyone who did review, I adore each and every one of you! PLEASE REVIEW! IT ONLY TAKES A FEW SECONDS TO LET A STARVING WRITER KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

Oceans of Love,

~Kitty