Chapter 10

Sirius clawed up the bed towards the sleeping form of Remus, carefully he leant down, kissing him lightly before leaning back to watch for any reaction. After a few seconds he pouted as there was nothing. Remus was still asleep. Sirius moved slowly to straddle his sleeping lover, his hands wandering down the tawny haired chest, his lips leaving small nips up Remus's jaw. He held onto the yelp as his world tipped and he found himself on his back, with a very much awake Remus looking down at him with bright golden eyes.

"You're awake?" grinned the black haired man cheekily, but stopped as his lips where pulled into a rough kiss, Remus taking dominance with ease as his tongue plundered Sirius' mouth. The black haired man let out a whimper as he surrendered, his fingering carding through the greying hair of his lover.

"You young pup seem to like waking me up." Remus rumbled, pulling back from the kiss looking into his lovers lust darkened eyes.

"Morning you is the best one to get some extra loving from. And you know how my dreams make me want you all the more." Sirius's grin was bright, making the age lines on his face disappear. The wolf looking into his lovers eyes.

"I love you so much. You know that right?" Remus said suddenly, stroking over his lovers cheek. Sirius let his grin drop into a more serious smile as he kissed Remus's nose.

"I know Remus, because I love you just as much."

The wolf inside Remus growled as he captured Sirius in a breath taking kiss, both men trying to put all their feelings into it. Tongues explored familiar territory that never lost its charm, pulling back both men panted.

"Remus, I love when you get all sentimental, but we have some more pressing matters to deal with." Sirius commented while rocking his hips up. Remus's face split into a wolfish grin as he moved back on his knees.

"I would hold on to something." he grinned before Sirius's world descended into yells of pleasure and cursing his lover for teasing him.

Draco yawned widely as he stretched, his eyes moved across his dorm to see that most of the beds where still filled, sighing heavily he moved to the bathroom, stepping into the showers. He could not bring himself to drag himself to the prefect's bathroom. Letting the hot water run over his skin he grinned as he remembered the night before, the feeling of Ron's skin under his hand. He wondered if he could get that timing again, to come in just as the boy was getting changed. He smirked as his eyes slipped closed, he remembered that pale skin, those temping lips, oh he would be tasting those lips again, he promised himself. He could feel his body responding to his minds wondering, opening his eyes he looked down. He was defiantly going to have, to have that friary red head.

In the Gryffindor bedroom, Harry was facing the same problem as Draco, though he was trying to keep his hidden as he was watching his best friend get changed for class. He was staring at the pale skin that was getting covered up by grey.

"Harry." Ron called waving his hand in front of the green eyes. Harry blinked as he realised he had been caught, he stopped the blush across his nose by taking his glasses off and wiping them. Putting his glasses back on he saw that Ron was completely dressed, well Ron's version of it, shirt untucked, tie halfway down his chest, hair pulled back into a loose ponytail and faded grey trousers hanging loose around his hips.

"Yeah?" finally Harry forced himself to answer.

"You going to class in your PJ's." laughed Ron as he got his cloak on and grabbed his bag. Harry then realised he hadn't got passed getting his uniform onto his bed before he was lost in staring at Ron, and he couldn't start getting changed as his shirt was covering his reaction. He coughed to clear his throat.

"You go down to breakfast. See if you can get Hermione from her books for an hour." he covered himself, while running a hand through his unruly hair. Ron paled.

"Hermione? From her books? You want me to end up jinxed or worse?"

Harry smirked. "Go be a man" he looked down pretending to be sorting his uniform out.

"I'm happier being a mouse." he shot back at harry before he headed out of the dorm room, leaving Harry to get ready, he moved down the stairs slowly, spying Hermione using one of the tables, a book in front of her but everything else in a bag. "Right, Hermione away from her books, easy."

He spotted Ginny by the door and motioned for her to move as he had decided to use the quick way, he shot forwards grabbing the book Hermione was using before belting it out of the portrait hole and down into the grand stair case. Ginny giggled helplessly on the settee as she heard Hermione bluster and grab her bag.

"RONALD WEASLEY." her shout echoed around the common room before she was after the red head, who was missing steps and shoving over first years, yelling apologize over his shoulder. A couple of paintings shook with laughter as they watched what was going on.

Harry chuckled at hearing Hermione's shout before he took the time to get ready and deal with his little problem.

"RONALD WEASLEY GIVE ME BACK THAT BOOK." the yell bounced around a corridor as Ron skidded around the corner, stopping short of knocking over a gang of first year Ravenclaws, he yelled a quick sorry, glancing over his shoulder to see where his friend was, he carried on running, trying to find her before he fell over something heavy that whimpered. Ron shook his head and flipped himself onto his back see Padfoot at his feet.

"Oh Merlin, Padfoot you alright?" he hissed moving over to him, he was answered by a very deep growl before the black dog jumped on him, licking him. Ron let out a giggle as he pushed him back. "Padfoot, get off" he choked out as he pushed him off. Padfoot finally got off him and sat on the book that Ron had been carrying. Ron smiled and petted the dog fur as he gathered himself back together, until there was a sharp pain on his ear.

"Ronald." Hermione's voice came as she started to lift him up by his ear. "Book now."

Ron tried to look offended while trying to take the pressure off his ear. "What no are you all right? I mean I did just fall."

"You're talking, you're fine." the brown haired girl rushed out, putting her hand out. "Book. Some of us have work to do."

Ron pulled himself out of her hold. "Yea and some also need a break. Merlin Hermione you'll pass your exams with a flick of your wrist and the work you're doing is extra. You have all year, stop for a few hours." Ron did not realise that his voice had started to raise or that he had a very determined look on his face. Hermione's face softened as she put a hand on his arm.

"It's alright, just calm down." her own anger dropped away as she lead him to a bench and sat down beside him. "I'll rest, if you tell me what is really upsetting you. You and Harry fighting?"

Ron looked down at his shoes and shook his head, taking a breath to calm himself down. "Not just me and 'arry. Its every and Draco-"

"What's he done?" Hermione's eyes darted over her friend looking for where the blonde had hurt him. Ron growled in frustration.

"That's the thing." he nearly shouted as he stood up. "You automatically think that he's hurt me."

"He's a Malfoy, of course I do." shouted Hermione getting to her feet also.

"No Moni. He was cleared, all explained, he hasn't caused any trouble apart from a few fights with Harry." Ron yelled back. Hermione shook her head before looking into his eyes.

"Then what did he do?"

"He kissed me." Ron hissed back before realising he had said that, his gaze dropped to the floor, his blush rushing over his nose and to his ears in seconds. The brown haired girl blinked for a few seconds. Neither seeing Padfoot leaving their side and trotting back to Remus' office.

"He didn't force it?" Hermione asked carefully, trying to wrap her head around what her best friend had told her. Ron shook his head, glancing up at her.

"He was really gentle."

Hermione nodded before drawing him into a hug. Ron had told her a while ago that he was more into men than women. That he did love her, but their relationship was something that he just couldn't carry on with, it didn't feel right to him, or fair on her.

"What was it like?" she blurted out, flushing slightly. Ron shifted.

"It was nice." he whispered.

"Then Ronald." she said as she pulled back, looking him straight in the eyes. "If you ever need to talk then say so, or steal my book, just don't run as fast." Ron nodded, giving a small smile as he retrieved the book from the ground and passed it to her. Hermione took it before charming it to A5 size and putting it into her pocket, looping her arm around Ron's. "Now I do believe that it is breakfast."

The two walked towards the great hall, talking quietly about what had happened to Ron in the prefect's bathroom.