Love and Potion Blunders
Rating: MA – This chapter will contain a graphic description of gay sex.
Pairing: HP/SB eventually
Warnings: This is Slash, people.
Author's Notes: Huge thanks to BB and Tiffy for all your love and support. I couldn't have done any of this without you reading parings that you have absolutely no interest in. LOVE YOU!! Just by the by, if you want to help contribute to this story, please take the time to vote on the poll featured on my profile page regarding Harry's Animagus form. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter related and I am certainly not making any money off of this.
Love and Potion Blunders
Chapter Twelve
By: Kitty
Warmth. Full bodied, overwhelming warmth surrounding me. Never in my whole life have I ever felt such a tangible feeling of safety. The smell of wood smoke, cloves, and whiskey permeate my nose and soft hair tickles my face. My pillow moves, a soft, sleepy rhythm. Up and down, up and down, shift, mumble, sigh, up and down. Sirius. As the events of the previous days waver into my brain, I take a deep breath of the wonderful cologne of Sirius' skin. These past five days have been spent in heaven. Going to class with the Marauders, Mom and Dad are sort of almost dating and nights are spent in the Room of Requirement with Sirius. I can't believe that this is my last full day in this time.
God, if you are listening, please let me stay with him. Don't make me go.
"Morning" he whispers, nudging the spot behind my ear with the tip of his nose. I lift my head at last to look at his wonderfully youthful face.
"Good morning" I reply, laying a kiss on his jaw. Sirius was having none of that. He places his fingers on each side of chin and leans down to graze my lips with his own. Oh, Merlin I hope my breath is alright.
I stretch lazily, rolling onto my back and smile when I feel a distinct soreness. A wonderful telling ache, not painful exactly but there as a blissful reminder that I belong to someone. To Sirius.
"How are you feeling, Kitten?" he asks, tracing random patterns on my stomach with his fingertips.
"Good" I say with a smirk.
"I'm glad" he replies before sealing our lips together in a bone-melting kiss. Sirius' fingers dig into my hips, his exhaled breath strokes against my face and I don't think there has ever been anything more perfect.
LEMON AHEAD
Shifting to lay between my open thighs, he rubs his aching erection against mine and my breath freezes in my lungs before it escapes in a ragged whimper. Breaking the kiss, he licks and nibbles his way to my ear. Nipping, sucking, licking the skin behind my ear, he breathes heavily against my skin.
"You do this to me, Harry. You make me feel like this. Do you even fucking know? Here," he says, grasping his fingers around my wrist and brings my palm into contact with his straining, weeping cock. All I know, all I have ever known, will know is reduced to the feel of Sirius in my hand. I wrap my fingers around his impressive length, dragging my hand up and down, bringing a deep groan from Sirius.
Head down, panting heavily, he reaches for the little tube resting on the bedside table and places it next to me on the massive bed. Sirius' fingers are sinful, gracing over my nipples, scoring down my stomach and inner thighs before running the tips into my crease. Small twists of his finger, circling my entrance just so very lightly, were diving me absolutely barmy. I curl and moan, arch and coil trying to get him to do SOMETHING! For all this, all I receive is a chuckle and a slower circling around the wrinkled skin.
"Beg for it, love. Beg for me to fuck you" Sirius whispers raucously, pressing inside just slightly with the circling finger.
"Please" I croak. "Need you, Siri". Holy fuck, I can't take this much longer. I have officially reached the point where I can't form complete thoughts let alone vocalize them.
"Yes" he hisses, touching his forehead to my shoulder and resting it there as he removes the whirling digit. I let out a tortured sob and claw frantically at Sirius' back.
"Hush, Kitten. I've got you, I know what you need" he pants, licking at the juncture of my shoulder. Slicking up his fingers, he places them back at my opening and presses gently inside. I whimper and arch into the twirling, stroking fingers as they brush over my prostate again and again until he finally removes them and places the head of his prick against me.
Taking my mouth in a possessive kiss, he pushes inside with a deep growl. My back leaves the bed as I cling to his lips as he tries to lean against his palms. He smirks devilishly and winds his arms around me before flipping onto his back, pulling me on top of him. Planting his hands firmly on my hips, he quickly scoots back so that he is sitting against the headboard. I squawk in protest, gripping frantically at his shoulders. He finally releases my lips and nips softly at my earlobe.
"Its alright, love. Relax for me and settle down onto my lap. Christ, your so fucking tight" he sooths, rubbing my back sweetly. I press my forehead to his, drawing a shaky breath to calm my rather frazzled nerves. Oh, Merlin I have no idea what I am doing. I want so desperately to make him feel the way he makes me feel. Alright, if there was ever a time not to fuck up…this is it!
I shift in a small circle, bringing a strangled howl from Sirius' throat. Good, liked that. Time for something a bit more advanced. I rise up so that just the head is still inside me and pause.
"Gods, yes. That's it, Harry, slide down on me now, go slowly and I'll help you" he croaks. I slide back down, keeping a firm hold on his shoulders and he thrusts up to meet me. I can't hold in the embarrassing whine that breaks past my throat but when I look at his face, it doesn't matter how many ridiculous noises I emit or any silly virginal blunders I make because Sirius likes it and that's all I care about.
With the rhythmic slide-slap-pause bringing the beautiful heat coiling into my gut, I continue to hold myself back from orgasm until Sirius is making those amazing noises he makes right before he comes. This is the best thing that has ever happened to me, being this close to Sirius. With no barriers between the two of us, Sirius thrusting up into me with those obscene slapping noises, the feel of his smooth skin beneath my fingers and Sirius smells like heaven and I can't imagine any other place I would like to cease to exist. The world could end right now and I wouldn't care one bit.
Sirius has splayed his fingers possessively on my sides, helping me raise up and drop down with just the right amount of force to make him growl in that amazingly hot way. I am slowly losing my grip on my control and begin to add small twists to my upward movements and slam back down with more force. He is cursing and growling nonstop and I can't take it anymore. With one last shuddering thrust, I erupt with a caterwaul. Sirius continues to thrust up into me a scant few more times before groaning out my name and filling me with heat.
Trembling together, I stay perched on his lap unwilling to let him slip from my body.
END LEMON
"Fuck, Harry. Where did you learn to do that?" he gasps, pulling my head to rest on his shoulder and carding his fingers through my hair in his usual post-orgasmic way. I simply mutter unintelligibly. How in Merlin's name does he expect me to put together a usable phrase this early in the morning…not to mention after the mind-blowing sex?
"Come on, love. Lets get cleaned up for breakfast, yeah?" he says after a while.
"Yes, I suppose we have to move eventually" I reply, finally allowing his soft organ slip from me with a agonized whimper from both of us.
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I manage to stumble through the day with the staggering knowledge that in one day I have to leave this place, these people. Walking with Lilly to Transfiguration, we chat about her childhood, steadfastly avoiding any of my own stories. Sirius and James trail behind us, chatting idly about Quidditch and I can't stop myself from looking back at him every once in a while. He is so very stunning.
Finally reaching McGonagall's classroom, we all take our seats. Remus and Peter sitting in the middle row, James and Lilly in the front and Sirius and I in the back, all on the left side of the room. When the elderly Professor finally enters the room, the hush falls over the students. As she drones on about household transfiguration, I allow myself to take in all of the people who I have known so much better by my coming here.
Remus. Quiet, stoic Remus who is always ready to listen to everyone else's problems with chocolate and tea while he wilts under the sway of the moon. I am determined to be much more affectionate with him when I get home. After all, he is the last remaining person who I can talk to about the Marauders and all the things I have experienced here…and you know, he really is a stand up bloke. Gay too. That might come in handy should I ever come out to everyone. A bit of support never hurts anyone.
James. My charismatic, lovable father who never fails to make a joke at just the wrong minute. How I wish I had the chance to be raised by this man. I imagined we would play Quidditch together, he would have taught me how to do a Wronski Feint and how to play pranks on Professor Snape while my mother screeched lovingly at us the whole time.
Oh, Lilly. All my life I have wished for her to take me into her arms and give me advice about life and tell me she loves me. There were times when I would have given anything to have her with me outside of my dreams. I feel terribly guilty for not speaking to her sooner…I suppose I didn't want to ache for her anymore than I already did. I am so glad that I ran into her that day after I spoke with Dumbledore. She is the most annoying, sweet, caring wonderful person I have ever met, even when she screeches and James and Sirius.
My Sirius. How I have yearned for you ever since I met you. I can still remember him, standing in the Shrieking Shack, yelling like a mad man. I was too young then to understand that the pull I felt for him wasn't the desire for a father figure but for a best friend, confidant and lover. But the pull was there, playing me to believe him like the moon plays Remus. I just knew that when he asked me to live with him for the first time, looking like death warmed over, that he was the only chance I had to have a normal home. I knew we would be happy together. I didn't expect to turn twelve shades of red the first time I saw him at Grimmauld Place. Clean shaven, hair brushed, dressed like the aristocrat he was born as and smiling so adoringly at me. ME. Mother of Merlin, he looked hot, even with the cloud of shadow that seemed to follow him around the cursed house like a shroud. I wanted so much to kiss and caress all that misery away. I loved him the moment he hugged me in the hallway outside the kitchen. I knew by the rather untimely erection that popped up when ever we touched that I needed more from him than late night talks and quick hugs under Mrs. Weasley's disapproving glare. How I hated that woman for keeping me from him so much. I wished so often after his death that I had the chance to talk to him about all the things I had floating though my angst-riddled mind. I don't think I will ever be more thankful to Neville for botching all his potions than I am for giving me this chance with the most perfect opportunity that I have gotten here.
Sometimes, when I am lying next to Sirius in 'our bed' I think that maybe I am in St. Mungo's, completely insane from whatever spilled all over me. This is just too fantastic to actually happen. I mean, really, how unrealistic is it that the man I have loved for two years is actually interested in me enough to give up his Casanova dating techniques to be with me? How unlikely is it that James deemed me worthy enough to induct me into the Marauders unofficially? How strange is it that Remus spilled his secret to me on the second day I knew him? All these things simply seed the doubt in my mind that I am completely barking…
"Mr. Plack? Are you quite alright? Do you need me to take you to the infirmary?" Professor McGonagall barks, looking at me intently.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am. I assure you, I'm just tired" I reply, smile radiating pure innocence.
"Perhaps you should attempt to sleep during the night instead of my class" she intones, raising her eyebrow in challenge.
"Of course, Ma'am. I am terribly sorry" I mutter, seemingly properly chastised.
"See that you don't do it again" she demands in a tone indicating the end of the conversation. Sirius is smirking wildly, looking way too smug and entwining our fingers under the table.
Making it through the rest of Transfiguration without much incident, we pack our things and head out the door, Sirius' arm in its usual place around my waist. Rounding the first corner on the way to Muggle Studies I am so consumed with whispering dirty things to Sirius to notice the figure of one Severus Snape waiting expectantly at the end of the corridor.
"Oh that is so sweet, Potter. You let Black have the new kid after all" Snape drawls, sticking is massive nose in the air. Sirius growls low in his throat and reaches for his wand. Seeing another disaster in the making, I place my hand on top of his in hopes of impeding his movement. Listening to reason for once, Sirius simply tugs me more firmly against him and begins to walk around the snarky future potions master.
"Protective too! How heart warming. Tell me, Plack, did he tell you he loved you? Did he say how wonderful you are? I bet he even asked you to Hogsmeade. I think someone should tell you that he says all those things to his many sluts of the week. I do hope you didn't take it too seriously. I would hate for you to get hurt" Snape coos, trying again to get a rise out of someone. Everyone, including James and Sirius, continue to ignore him and make our way to Muggle Studies in absolute silence.
"You all go ahead, we'll catch up in a minute" Sirius says, pulling me away from the group and towards an unused class room. I smile reassuringly and follow Sirius into the room and close the door.
"What's going on?" I ask once the door is closed.
"You know he was just trying to get under your skin, right? You know those things aren't true, don't you?" he asks, looking rather grim.
" Of course, Siri. Trust me, Snape wont get to me that easily" I reply with a smile and step closer to him. He takes me in his arms and buries his nose in my hair with a smile.
"Good. I know that we don't have a lot of time left…I don't want to lose you now" he whispers to the erratic strands.
"Sirius, I was always yours, you always had me…you just didn't know it yet" I rasp, feeling my throat tighten. He makes a small choking sound and grasps me tighter to him.
"Harry, I know that this isn't going to help anything or make it any less…devastating but I feel like I need to ask you. I'm sorry if…well…Please, love. Don't go. Please don't leave me" he babbles, shaking and marking the end of his question with a frantic kiss to my lips. For once I allow one single sob to escape my chest and clutch his robes in my fists, burrowing into his skin with my nose.
"You have no idea how much I want to stay" I breathe against his mouth. He takes my face between his hands, fingers stroking through the hair at my temples and presses a kiss to my scar.
"Then stay" he says simply.
"Its not the easy, Sirius" I blurt before I give in and promise to stay with him always.
"I know it isn't. So I have devised a plan. You see, if you cant stay then I will wait. When you get back to your time, you and I will be together again. Nothing else matters, not James or Lilly or ages. It doesn't matter and we will be OK" he insists, breathing my hair again.
"Sirius…"I start.
"No. You are the one who told me that you loved me before you came here and when you get back I can promise you that I will still love you. Even twenty years can't change that" he says rather loudly.
"You don't understand…" I sob, clutching his robes again. Oh, god, I don't think I can get through this. I was lying to myself when I said that I could live with this one week with Sirius.
"It doesn't matter, Harry. My love for you is transcendent, epic. I can promise you that I will wait" he persists, shaking my shoulders slightly.
"How on earth will you know that it's me? How will you know that I am the same Harry that just came back from the past? Tell me how you will know and not hit on your Godson who knows nothing of what we shared here together" I ask, playing along.
"Because you will tell me" he explains like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"You don't get it, Sirius. Dumbledore will Obliviate you the second he sends me home. You will not remember I was even here! It doesn't matter!" I finally shout, jerking out of his arms.
"No, you don't get it. Don't you think that I realized that Dumbledore wouldn't let the timeline be influenced by your coming here? I was raised by some of the most paranoid, neurotic wizards in the history of all magic. Growing up in that house you learn a few things, Harry. I have been able to throw off memory charms since I was nine" he bellows, stalking towards me again.
"Sirius…" I whisper, suddenly very worn out.
"Tell me you don't love me" he demands.
"What?! Of course I love you. For Merlin's sake…" I shake my head, attempting to dispel any hope from bubbling inside me. It doesn't matter, Sirius is dead. He is dead and he will still be dead when I get back. He doesn't have to be the little voice says You could warn him. Tell him not to go. I pinch my eyes shut in agony.
"Then when you get back, you find me and tell me something only us two would know. You tell me that you just got back and we can make this work. Harry, I can't just let you go tomorrow without doing something! I cant just sit here and watch you leave me" he carries on, clutching my arms in his hands desperately.
"Like what? What would I say?" I ask, deflating. Lets just let him die thinking that one day I will come back to him. Hope never made anything worse…
"Say…say…I don't know. A code phrase or something" he replies, bouncing slightly in his renewed excitement.
"What would be something that I would not say under any other circumstances?" I ask, a small smile breaking out against my will.
"Tell me that Padfoot loves his Kitten" he says with a huge grin.
"What?! No! That's absurd! There is no way I am going to say that" I insist, face pulling into a grimace.
"Exactly!! You would never say that! Its perfect. Just accept that I am a genius" he gloats, pulling me flush against him and spinning me around in a circle.
"Yes, Sirius, you are an absolute genius" I say, breaking into a smile.
"Good. Now what do you say we blow off the rest of today's classes and I can show you why you love me" he leers, quickly grabbing my ass before pulling away and offering his arm. I grab onto him and allow myself to be pulled towards the seventh floor, determinately not thinking that tomorrow I leave this time to go to a place where Sirius isn't. Tomorrow I become Harry Potter again.
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Sorry everyone! I didn't mean to skip the last six days but this is just the way it came out. Blame my muse for this one, folks! I will have the next chapter out tomorrow night, so don't worry! I wont leave you hanging for too long! PLEASE REVIEW! I need them to survive! If I drop dead tonight from lack of reviews, you will never know what happens next!! A big thanks to everyone who did review so far, I do try to respond to each of them but I might have let a few slip through the cracks and for that I apologize.
Oceans of Love.
~Kitty
