AN: Oh! So, we come to the sudden, but not unexpected, development of Sirius and Harry's relationship! Must thank everyone who has so kindly reviewed, I love them all. :D Keep 'em coming! I hope you enjoy this rather, heated chapter. (Actually It's pretty tame in comparison to what I normally write but this story lends itself to something a little cleaner.)
Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future. - Oscar Wilde
Sirius moaned softly, his fingers finding Harry's hair and pulling lightly. His legs were tangled with the other boys, their tongues teasing each other within the confines of their mouths and their breathing began to become heavy. Finally Sirius pulled away a little, his silver eyes were dark, his pupils large as they devoured the irises.
Harry could feel the heat of the body beneath him, his head buzzed with a confusing array of feelings, but he didn't have time to work them out as his head was dragged back down and they were kissing again, Sirius muttered something incomprehensible as his hand slid to the back of Harry's neck while the other ran down his back. The kiss was nothing like anything Harry had experienced, with Cho the kiss had been nervous and damp from her crying, but it had also been soft and sweet. Sirius however was rougher, his hands hard and his tongue much more confident. It sent odd shudders down Harry's spine and he found himself making noises that should have been embarrassing but weren't, Sirius moaned again uttering a soft gasp and he nipped lightly at Harry's lower lip before pulling away to catch his breath. "I could get used to this." He muttered in a rough voice. Suddenly he sat upright until he was straddling Harry's lap, he gazed down at him with those dark eyes which were heavily lidded. He licked his lips slowly, Harry followed the movement of his tongue as if entranced. "For someone who's inexperienced you're a pretty good kisser..."
Harry flushed at the comment but before he could speak his mouth was claimed once again, he found he had had his arms around Sirius' waist, his hands resting on the small of his back. Slowly he slid one upwards and into that soft hair, he gripped it tightly and accidently pulled on it when Sirius did something with his tongue that made him moan heavily. He felt Sirius rock his hips forward slightly and Harry's body responded in kind. "Siri-Sirius..." He muttered unsure what he was doing, but enjoying it immensely.
Sirius pulled away again, his pupils so huge they had turned his eyes almost black. "What do you want?" He whispered hoarsely. "Tell me to stop...before I do something stupid..."
"I-I...Sirius I..." Harry stumbled over his own tongue, his cheeks going red. "I'm..." Before he could answer Sirius had pushed him onto his back.
"We're safe in here...aren't we?" He whispered, his lips finding Harry's throat as their fingers entwined.
Harry felt electricity flood his nerves. He shuddered and bit down on his bottom lip to stop a groan from escaping. "Y-Yeah...I think..." He managed to mutter.
"Good..." Sirius claimed his mouth again, this time putting much more force behind it than he had been, his teeth found the sensitive skin on Harry's neck and he nipped at it almost playfully before moving back to his lips. His body was pressed flush against Harry's own and he couldn't fail to feel Harry's reaction to his ministrations, he grinned into the kiss, deepening it further. Sirius suddenly pulled away and sat up, so he sat astride Harry and was gazing down into his eyes. His pitch black hair was messy and his lips slightly reddened by kissing, Harry felt his breath catch in his throat as he looked up at him. Then, to his shock Sirius pulled his robes over his head and let them fall to the floor before pulling on his tie so it dangled half way down his chest, his shirt was already undone as he started on Harry's own clothes.
Sirius unbuttoned Harry's trousers, his fingers deft and fast. When the fly had been undone Harry went crimson and his fingers grabbed Sirius'. "Wait!" He gasped in panic. "What...how...?" His cheeks went even darker and Sirius smiled as he leaned down and stroked hair Harry's forehead.
"Don't worry, Prongslet, I know what I'm doing...trust me." He whispered and kissed him gently on the corner of his mouth. "I can make you feel really good...Do you trust me, Harry?"
"I-I..." He bit down on his bottom lip before nodding slowly. "Yeah..."
"Good." Sirius continued unbuttoning Harry's trousers, when he was done he pulled them down to his knees with his underpants and took a moment to stare, which made Harry try and cover himself. Sirius chuckled and pulled his hands away. "That would make things terribly hard, Harry...just relax." When Harry nervously moved his hands away he watched Sirius pull his own clothes off until he was only wearing his open shirt and Gryffindor tie. He raised an eyebrow at Harry's half open mouth. "Like what you see?" He asked with a soft laugh. "This is going to be really rough on me..." He muttered, a small frown creasing his brows. "But don't worry, I'm used to it."
What he did next made Harry almost bolt in terror. It was too real. Much, much too real...yet, when he looked into Sirius' eyes as he lowered himself onto Harry, squinting slightly as pain assaulted him, Harry couldn't imagine anything more perfect.
By the time Sirius was seated properly he was shaking, his eyes closed tightly against the burning agony and his teeth bared. He took slow, deep breaths to try and ease the pain. When he finally opened his eyes as the pain receded somewhat he was greeted by the sight of Harry, lying on his back, his eyes clouded and dark with desire. Before he could think of his next move he was pulled down and a hot tongue forced its way into his mouth, he moaned and felt Harry push his hips upward, his hands grabbed Harry's hair tightly as pain engulfed him once again and he had to force himself to relax again. Then, slowly, ever so slowly, the pain faded to be replaced by an overwhelming pleasure. He began to move his own body in time with Harry's, their movements becoming faster and more heated, their mouths were locked together, fingers tightening in each other's hair as they swallowed each other's gasps of pleasure.
Sirius had expected things to be less pleasurable, he remembered his first time and what an embarrassment of random fumbling and pauses and whispers of Are you alright? Am I doing this ok? Does it hurt? He was even more shocked when he was rolled onto his back, he found himself gazing into emerald eyes and muttering softly, a litany of nonsense. His lips formed words he wasn't even aware he was speaking and Harry replied by kissing him deeply.
It was beyond anything Harry could have imagined, all his earlier embarrassment had faded until his body was buzzing and he was moving purely on instinct. He loved the way that, with each movement, with each soft touch he could make a new noise erupt from Sirius' parted lips, he loved the strange sense of control he got from the realisation that it was him making Sirius mutter his name, it was him causing Sirius to arch his back right of the floor and beg softly for more...he was the one making Sirius' eyes glow and causing the gentle sheen of sweat that made his hair stick to his forehead. Every moment, every sound, touch and scent needed to be recorded lest it turn out to be a dream and he wake up and forget it all. Then Sirius made a noise that made him worry, he almost slowed...
"Nnno..." Sirius gasped his eyes fluttering closed as he pulled Harry closer with his legs. "More..." He gasped, his fingers clutching tightly to his shirt. Harry leaned down and kissed him as he felt a familiar stab of searing heat.
Sirius' orgasm took him by surprise, his eyes snapped closed and he swore softly as bright white wiped away his thoughts.
When they had recovered slightly Harry, who had collapsed on top of Sirius, pushed himself up on shaking arms. Sirius lay beneath him, his hair a midnight halo of tangled snarls and his eyes slightly out of focus, his chest rose and fell rapidly beneath his stained shirt. "Fuck..." He said softly and a slow smile crept onto his face.
Harry felt himself return it and before he knew it he was giggling. Everything felt a little unreal, as if it was all just a dream and he would wake soon, but there was also a reality to it that made him see everything with a strange clarity, even through wonky glasses. The world was brighter, clearer than it ever had been and he felt a strange buzzing sensation through his body that made his skin tingle pleasantly. Finally though, he rolled off of Sirius and lay still a moment, gazing up at the great domed ceiling of the room and blinking. "So...er..." He cleared his throat and frowned. "That was...different..."
Sirius chuckled and rolled onto his side so he was resting his head on Harry's chest, he shifted his legs and made a face of discomfort. "You seemed to like it though." He muttered.
"Um...yeah...I-I guess...It's just...well...we're both...guys and isn't that a little...you know, weird?"
Sirius looked up at him through his tangled fringe. "Weird? Why?"
"Well, men don't usually do this...together..."
"They don't?" Sirius lifted himself up onto his arm and looked down into Harry's flushed face. He cocked his head to the side and frowned. "What's wrong with it? Who cares if we're both men?"
"People do care Sirius..." Harry sat up, he was finding it very difficult to look into those burning silver eyes. "I...maybe...we shouldn't have...I mean..." He felt Sirius stiffen at his side.
"Yeah..." He said roughly. "Maybe you're right...I'm sorry..." He stood shakily, his legs feeling a little like jelly, but he gathered up his clothes without meeting Harry's eyes. "It won't happen again."
Harry yanked up his own trousers as he heard Sirius changing rapidly. Before he had stood he caught sight of Sirius' robes sweeping round a corner. He swore and ran after him. He caught him at the door and reached for him, grabbing a handful of his robes before turning him around and pushing him into the doors. He crushed his lips against Sirius' for a moment before pulling away and pressing his forehead to his. "I'm sorry...I-I just...I don't even understand what I'm feeling...I...I shouldn't be feeling anything...I'm confused...everything's happening so fast and I..."
"Harry?"
Harry heard the roughness in Sirius' voice and looked up into his face. "What's wrong?"
Sirius smiled weakly. "It's nothing...you're right. I shouldn't have done that...we shouldn't have...it's not right. I'm sorry...I hope you can forgive me..." He sighed heavily and tipped his head back against the door, his eyes closed. "I'm not even supposed to be here...I'm screwing up everything! They'll find a way to send me back...o-or the Ministry will come for me and take me away but...either way...I can't stay! They won't let me! Harry...I've ruined everything...all because I'm so selfish! I'm sorry."
Harry gazed at him with wide eyes. "The Ministry? Why?"
Sirius looked pained. "They want to...to keep me locked up so they can see if there's anything special about me...they'll want to know if I have some kind of new power or if I'm able to do things they don't know about...They'll come for me and Dumbledore won't be able to stop them."
"But that's stupid! They can't do that...you're human!"
Sirius shook his head slowly. "They have to test stuff on something Harry...everyone knows the Unspeakable's get up to all sorts of dodgy stuff...There's no helping it...it's either that or I end up in the hands of Voldemort and either way it's looking pretty bleak from where I'm standing. Hell, I don't even know if these headaches are going to kill me or not..." He sighed heavily. "Everything is so fucked up..."
"Headaches?" Harry frowned. "What headaches?"
"I've been getting headaches since the day I first appeared in this time...they're slowly getting worse and once I actually saw James, Peter and Remus all sat around in the common room talking about me...but I was invisible and no one could hear me...Dumbledore told me to go to Pomfrey if they get worse...which probably means he's worried about my health and that can't be good."
Harry frowned as he digested what Sirius was saying then a determined gleam entered his eyes. "We won't let them take you, Voldemort or the Ministry! No one will take you away from me...not now I've only just found you again..."
"What are you supposed to do against the whole Ministry and even Voldemort and his Death Eaters?"
"We'll think of something, Sirius. I promise I won't let anything ruin this for me!" he took a breath. "There's not much in my life that's good, and usually when I gain something it's taken from me...but not again! Never again! I won't let Voldemort take everything!"
Sirius looked at him in silence for a long time, seeing that determination, the same kind of determination he had seen on James' face. He lifted his hand and brushed strands of hair from Harry's eyes before leaning and kissing him gently. "Thank you." He whispered and when he drew away he was smiling, his eyes glittering oddly. "That you care so much is...nice. There's not many people in my life who care about me...and I...I'm grateful...Harry." He leaned close, his lips meeting Harry's as his fingers slid into his hair. It was a slow kiss that made Harry shiver and his skin tingle. When they drew away from each other Harry smiled slightly, he realised that for all this confusion he was actually quite content. It didn't matter that when they left the room they would have to go back to being simply friends, it didn't matter because they had this moment.
As Harry pulled him closer, Sirius realised with a sudden jolt of surprise that he was actually enjoying Harry's embrace and before he knew it he was smiling into the kiss.
Hermione looked up as she heard loud laughter echo through the common room, Harry and Sirius were smiling happily as they walked over to the comfy chairs by the fire place. Sirius threw himself down and beamed around at everyone, an odd flush on his cheeks as if he had been outside in the cold. Hermione's eyes narrowed suspiciously, as the evening drew on she noticed Harry and Sirius continuously glancing at each other, each with a tiny, knowing smirk on their faces. Harry was acting differently as well, he stood straighter, his bearing much more confident than usual and he was giggling a lot more.
"Siri, can you hand me the ink?" Harry asked, reaching across the table.
Sirius nodded and handed him the little pot, when Harry took it their fingers touched and lingered for longer than normal. Hermione realised what had happened and she uttered a small gasp, Sirius raised an eyebrow as he released the ink pot and Harry looked at her. Ron seemed oblivious as he worked on his essay with a furious frown on his face. "You alright Hermione?" Harry asked.
"Oh...oh yes...I'm fine..." She hastily returned her eyes to her Arithmancy essay, but she could no longer concentrate.
Throughout the next few days Hermione watched Harry and Sirius, they were closer, their smiles secretive and there was a warmth in their eyes that made her sad. She was glad they were happy, but she knew that it was doomed, and she didn't want to see Harry hurt.
One day, the night before the first Hogsmeade weekend Harry woke to something warm being pressed against his lips, slowly his eyes opened and he found himself gazing into half closed silver eyes. Sirius pulled away, smirking. "Awake now?" He muttered.
"Yeah..." Harry stifled a yawn behind his hand. "What time is it?"
"Three am." Sirius chuckled at Harry's incredulous expression. "I couldn't sleep so I wanted to..." He broke off as Harry pulled him down and they kissed slowly for a while.
"You can sleep here." Harry muttered.
Sirius nodded and curled up under Harry's duvet. Outside the wind howled fiercely, Sirius could hear the screech as it found cracks in the old walls and windows of the drafty castle. He snuggled deeper as Harry put an arm around him and he closed his eyes...He had not expected to fall asleep, he hadn't slept at all since his trip into the future, but with that beautiful warmth pressed firmly against his back he fell into a darkness so complete it was like a smothering blanket.
When he woke that morning, long before anyone else in the dorm it took him a long time to work out where he was, he smiled and snuggled deeper into that oddly familiar warmth. He sighed softly as fingers slipped into his own and he felt soft breathing on the back of his neck. "Harry..." He whispered softly, making the arm tighten around his waist and a soft sigh escape the boy at his back. Slowly he opened his eyes and blinked before rubbing sleep from his eyes, he rolled over, still in the confines of that warm embrace. He found his face inches from Harry's and they grinned at each other. "This is...kind of nice..." Sirius whispered. "I've never woken up beside someone before...not like this." His smile fell slightly and he rubbed the top of his head beneath Harry's chin like a puppy. "People will get suspicious if they find us." He muttered, kissing the tip of Harry's nose.
"But you're comfy." Harry replied.
Sirius giggled. "Let's compromise, hmm?" Before Harry could answer Sirius wriggled and all of a sudden he had an arm full of massive black dog, it licked his face making him sputter and try to fend it off. "Siri-..." he gasped, laughing. "Sirius stop! Bad dog!" He pushed its massive head away and sat up, wiping his face on a blanket. Sirius lay at his side, tail wagging and those silver, all too human eyes on him. He whined softly as they began to hear the mutters of the others in the dorm.
The day promised to be depressingly cold and windy as they sat down to Breakfast. Sirius and Harry were in high spirits however, they laughed and chatted amiably while they ate. Hermione was quiet, she watched the pair with knowing eyes while Ron laughed with them, blissfully unaware of the tiny touches, the soft glances, the small smiles and the brush of fingers as they passed the ketchup.