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Compromising Circumstances

Chapter Two

Harry sat in his room, textbook open in his lap. His eyes were scanning the page, but his mind was elsewhere. He wasn't entirely sure why he had kissed Sirius. Oh, he knew why he had *done* it, but he wasn't sure why he had picked then and there. He hoped it had seemed natural. Sirius hadn't said anything or done anything, and it had been a couple of days, so he figured it had passed unnoticed.

//That's really not natural, you know.// A small voice in his head said. Harry tried to shake it off. //Liking guys is no big deal. But ones who are a lot older then you and also happen to be your godfather? That's just not right.//

Right or not, that was the case. Harry had found himself thinking about Sirius in the way that Ron generally thought about Hermione. In a very intimate, personal way. Why, he had no idea. He had figured if he liked other guys, he'd probably find himself looking to Ron or Seamus, or maybe Oliver Wood. Not Sirius Black.

//I mean, what is it about him that you like? What makes him so special? Other then being like forty, of course?//

Harry frowned. What was so attractive about Sirius? Well, there was the physical aspect. He had a certain gypsy-like look to him. Thick dark hair that fell to about his shoulders, framing his square, tanned face. His eyes were very dark brown and expressive, and sometimes looked very sad. He had a body that most girls would die for, and obviously some guys as well.

//Okay, so he's really hot. But so are a lot of guys. Look at, I don't know...hell, even Professor Snape is hot. But I never thought that. Ron! Ron's pretty good looking, too. Oliver definitely. But I don't feel the same way about them that I do about Sirius. Though if I ever starting feeling like that towards Snape, I'd bludgeon myself to death with my potions book.//

So there was obviously more to it then Sirius' good looks. //He's nice to me.// Well, so were Ron and Oliver. And Professor Lupin. Again, no spark of romantic feelings in their direction. //He has a good heart. He's a grownup, but he acts like a kid sometimes. He's not afraid of his feelings. He told me he cried.//

//I suppose it's just nothing I can put my finger on.// Harry decided. There was no one thing that made him feel the way he did about Sirius. It was a combination. The whole package. The way he looked, talked, thought. There was just an appeal about him, a certain something.

//And I'm going to be living with him.// Harry was overjoyed about that situation. He was away from the Dursleys, and living with Sirius. His godfather. Someone he loved certainly as a friend and family member. But there were those other feelings as well. He tried to ignore them.

//It's really a waste of emotion. It isn't as if he's ever going to feel the same way about you. One, you're sixteen. Two, you're his godson. Three, who says Sirius even *likes* other guys. I mean, look at him! And he does have those dirty magazines...no, he likes girls.//

//But he might like guys too...// A sneaky little voice would not let the matter rest. Harry sighed, closing his book and wandering over to the window. The vie was the street below, but it was nice. Better then from the Dursley's, for certain.

//I ought to just be happy. Why can't I be?// He was happy, but there were those nagging doubts. //Why'd I have to pick my godfather for my first crush? If I had to have a thing for an older guy, why couldn't it have been Professor Lupin? He's nice and he's good looking. In his own way. Oh well.//

He put those sorts of thoughts aside. He still couldn't believe this was *his* home now. He didn't have to worry about Dudley, or Aunt Petunia, or Uncle Vernon. He didn't have to worry about chores, or hiding his schoolwork, or anything like that. And he also didn't have to worry about Voldemort, or saving the world, or anything like that.

He sighed, resting his arms on the windowsill. The past two years had been hard. How close had he come to dying? Too close for comfort. And what about those who didn't just come close? His eyes teared up, thinking about Professor McGonagall. There had been a service at school, and almost everyone had turned out. Even Malfoy.

//It's not fair.// There had been other casualties, people Harry only knew by face or name. Last years Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, a man by the name of Geddlebin. He hadn't even lasted half the year. Harry was half afraid of who they'd get next year. He supposed it was too much to hope for Lupin.

//Just be happy!// The war was over, and Sirius' name was cleared. He had a family, or as close as he was ever going to get to one. He had his godfather, and his own room, and he lived with someone who loved him. What else could he have asked for?

"Harry!"

The voice startled him, and he jumped, feeling silly with himself.

"Lunch is ready!"

One thing Harry had learned quickly. Sirius loved to cook. He didn't let Harry touch a pan or pot, going so far as to jokingly slap Harry's hand away if he offered to help. Harry quickly scampered out into the kitchen, mouth watering at the smells wafting out.

"Grilled ham and cheese sandwiches, with chips." Sirius set a plate down in front of Harry grinning broadly. Harry returned the smile, feeling his heart give a little flutter as their eyes met.

"Thanks." Harry said, keeping his eyes on Sirius as his godfather sat across from him, starting in on his own lunch. Harry watched him, not able to keep his eyes off thick dark hair and deep eyes.

//You oughtn't stare.// He told himself. //You look like a fool, staring at him like that. He's going to think something's wrong, you sitting here not eating and just staring at him.//

For once, he listened to the little voice in his head. He began eating, moaning audible verbal approval.

"This is so good!" He said, licking melted cheese off his bottom lip. He didn't know how Sirius did it.

"Thanks." Sirius grinned. "I still got it." He said with a wink.

//You definitely have something!// Harry wanted to say, eyes homing in on Sirius' mouth as he licked his lips. His eyes were glued to the pink digit the slid easily over smooth lips.

//I bet he's a really good kisser. He's got really full lips.// Harry realized he was staring again, though this time when Sirius looked up and arched his eyebrows quizzically.

"Do I have something on my face?" He asked, wiping his lips with his napkin.

"Um...no. I was just thinking, is all."

//Nice cover Potter, real brilliant. Now he thinks you're a loon.//

"I know how that is." Sirius raked his hair out of his eyes in an easy motion. "Don't think too had, you'll get a headache. Hey! What do you say we go for a bit of a walk after lunch?"

"Okay." Harry nodded.

"It's been a while since I wandered around muggle London. Maybe we could pick up a couple of things for the apartment, huh? Or catch a movie or something. You know, just do family stuff."

"Sure!" Harry nodded, finishing his sandwich quickly. //Family stuff. You've got to realize that's all it's ever going to be. He's family. You ought to try thinking of him as an older brother, or an uncle. It'll be better that way.//

After putting the dishes in the dishwasher-Sirius had been insistent about that feature-Sirius claimed he wanted to get changed and left Harry to his own devices before they headed out.

//Wonder what he's going to wear...// Harry found himself wondering. He felt rather stupid, but he really didn't care. He was just looking forward to an afternoon out with Sirius, and hoped his godfather felt the same.

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