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More Drama in this chapter, the usual warnings apply, I am officially tierd of birthday cake, and Severus Snape has a sexy arse. *bows* I think I just summed up the meaning of life...Oh wait! I forgot to say bow to te god of coffee for he is most certainly merciful. Yeah, I'm done now. Review! Please!
Mistress Slytherin
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Sirius paced in front of the fireplace, he had almost had a heart attack when Dumbledore had fire called and told him that the ministry was after Harry for improper use of magic. For one thing, his godson intentionally breaking the rules meant that something must have happened-something bad. Soothing arms wrapped around him stilling his movements. He relaxed into them easily. The past few weeks had solidified his relationship with his mate and made it something precious and irreplaceable, though they still fought each other constantly about little things like school houses and Quidditch teams. Remus seemed to enjoy their bickering though, as did the rest of the order who found it hilarious to start fights because their curse work (and words) were always spectacularly creative-even Dumbledore had taken a shot at them.
"You'll wear yourself out." Blaise said pressing his lips against Sirius' shoulder-blades. Sirius had to smile; it was after all obvious to every one that Blaise was the more mature one in the relationship, and Sirius could say that honestly he didn't mind.
"I'm worried." He said quietly.
"I know." Blaise replied. "But wearing a hole in the rug is just going to tire you out." Sirius knew this, but he had to do something he felt hopeless, useless. What good was he if he couldn't protect his own godson? A hand gripped him through his trousers bringing him from his thoughts with a soft moan.
"Is this your way of distracting me?" Sirius asked with a tight voice. He shivered as teeth playfully nipped at his neck and ears.
"Depends." Blaise said growling softly in his ear. "Is it working?" The hand squeezed tightly drawing a long low sound from him.
"Bite me." Sirius said with a groan. Blaise chuckled; it seemed that the very thing that Sirius had condemned him for was now the very thing he craved constantly. Blaise obliged, hungrily biting down into the soft flesh while the pace his hand had taken to sped. Sirius panted rapidly loosing control and speeding to oblivion while Blaise moaned deeply at the taste of blood and arousal filling him with deep heavy gulps. Sirius jerked in his arms and with a whispered oath of his name ejaculated covering Blaise's fingers- which had at some point slid beneath the band of the restricting trousers.
"Sirius…" Blaise whispered his eyes tight as his own orgasm slowed leaving him in a shaky bliss. He healed the wounds and cast a cleaning spell on them both before leading the grinning Sirius to the couch and setting him down. For a time Sirius and Blaise simply sat on the couch, trading soothing gestures and soft words that they refused to use unless it was only the two of them. Eventually though Sirius' nervous energy returned and Blaise found that he was both too tired and too sated to do anything about it, instead he watched his mate pace until he got dizzy and decided that making tea would distract him better that Sirius' frenzied pacing. He had just set the kettle to boil when the sound of the floo place roaring to life reached him followed by shouts that somewhat worried him. Quickly he made his way down the hall, wand raised and ready to protect his mate. He pushed the door open with a rough throw and found himself facing Harry Potter who glared angrily back at him.
"YOU!" Harry shouted fumbling with his wand until he noticed that no one else seemed worried. He glared at them all as if they were insane. "Hello! Evil Slytherin who serves Voldemort in the room!" He said, but besides a few flinches at the name of the dark lord- no one reacted.
"Clever Potter." Blaise said dryly before stuffing his wand back into his pocket. Harry became visibly flustered and pointed an accusing finger at him.
"But I saw him at a Death Eater meeting!" Blaise stiffened his face becoming hard as people looked at him with suspicion in their eyes.
"I knew it." Moody hissed triumphantly, Blaise noticed that a cross had been added to his anti-vampire ensemble. He closed his eyes after seeing a slightly cautious look on his own mates face and willed the pain away.
"Seeing must have meant that you were there Potter." He said carefully, the eyes changed from skeptical to worried as if they had just told him information he wasn't supposed to know.
"You didn't deny it." Sirius said with narrowed eyes. Blaise looked at his lover and saw the mistrust he had believed was gone blatant in the stormy grey eyes. His chest tightened painfully.
"What would you have me say Sirius?" He answered carefully. "You know where my families' loyalties and even my loyalties once lay." It seemed to him that as Sirius' face hardened- his own heart crumbled. He felt the agony of his mates anger and resentment towards him fill every fiber of his being and knew what he had to do. "Moody, may I have a word with you." He said coolly. The man eyed him distrustfully before nodding his head jerkily. Blaise looked at his mates' angry face once more before turning and striding out of the room followed shortly by an armed Moody. Sirius stared after him for a moment, the way that every one else did before turning to his godson and pulling the boy into a big hug resuming his spit-fire questions and general worrying. Ten minuets later a smug looking Moody entered the room hardly noticed or cared about, half an hour later a harried looking Dumbledore entered the floo telling them about a trial that had been set for Harry- no one noticed that Blaise hadn't returned, not even Sirius when he went to bed that night, alone for the first time in a long time.