Disclaimer: Still not mine

Warning: Slashy, but Sirius is clueless

Dedication: To all those Sirius/Harry fans out there.

Author's Note: Sirius is an idiot. He really is. But such a sweet one. It works in the story. Here we have his point of view, and it's funny seeing how each of them look at a situation. What Sirius sees as nothing more then paternal affection, Harry takes as so much more. Which makes this rather interesting.

I wanted to have this done two days ago, but circumstances didn't allow for that. I apologize!

And yes, I did base the movie they see roughly on an already existing movie...ten points to your house if you know which one. :-) If you've seen it, it's obvious from the title.

Compromising Circumstances

Chapter Three

Sirius ran a comb quickly through his hair before smoothing it down with a bit of water. He liked to look his best when he went out. Years of looking his worst had brought that out in him. He checked his reflection. Hair in place, black T-shirt, black jeans, plain leather belt, black leather boots. He decided he was presentable.

"This'll do." He nodded, giving his reflection a quick flash of strait white teeth. //Not what I used to be.// He thought, shaking his head. Where did the years go? Out the fucking window, that was where. He'd lost too much in Azkaban to get it all back now. He'd have to be happy with what was left to him.

"Harry? You ready to go?" A afternoon out seemed like a very good idea. They'd been in the apartment since Harry came, Sirius leaving once to go food shopping. This would give them a chance for some real bonding time. Not that they hadn't been bonding already, but this...this was family stuff. Sirius needed to get used to that.

"Yup!" Harry came bounding over. Sirius grinned at his godson's exuberance. There was something really refreshing about it, the way Harry just seemed full of life. "Wow, Sirius. You look great!"

"Uh...thanks." Sirius shook his head, laughing. Harry sounded pretty surprised by that. In all honesty, the compliment confused Sirius, caught him by surprise.

"You really do." Harry said, and Sirius swore he was nodding shyly. //Weird kid.// He decided.

"Well, good. Come on, let's get going."

Sirius made sure to lock up the apartment well, another habit he was in. He didn't like to think he was paranoid, just careful. You couldn't be too careful. The war may be over, but that didn't mean all dangers were passed.

"Where did you want to go?" Harry asked, looking up with bright eyes.

"I dunno. Just sort of wander. If there's anything good at the cinema, we could take in a movie. I've gotta say, those things are great."

"Never been." Harry shrugged.

"What?" Sirius stared down, amazed. "And you were raised by muggles! That's it, we're going to the movies. There's bound to be *something* playing. We ought to get a tellie for the apartment, too."

"Sure."

"I had one before." He waved his hand, not liking to talk about Azkaban. "I was addicted to it. I'd watch the damn thing for hours, kept me up at night."

"You were a couch potato, huh?" Harry grinned.

"I guess. Hey, the shows were good! Let's hope they still are."

"I wouldn't know." Harry shrugged. "Dudley never watched anything good, and Aunt Petunia only watched the day time shows."

"God, I hate those things." Sirius made a face, and wrapped his arm comfortably around Harry's shoulders in a light squeeze. "So, where to first?

Sirius had a working knowledge of Muggle London. He knew of at least three cinema's within walking distance, one with a rather attractive park near it. He decided to take them down there. If there wasn't anything playing right then, they could always pass the time in the park. Sirius just enjoyed being out. He enjoyed the sunlight and the fresh air, and the ability to be able to enjoy it. It had been too far gone in his life.

"Here we go." Sirius paused, looking up at the bulletin of the small, quaint looking cinema. "Oh shit...uh, don't repeat that." He said, realizing he had just cursed in front of his sixteen year old godson. Or was Harry seventeen now? It didn't matter. "I think this is one of those cinema's that only plays artsy flicks..."

"That's okay." Harry said. "Those can be neat. I mean, look." He walked up to inspect the movie posters. "This one looks pretty good...it's sort of a science fiction horror thing."

Sirius wandered up behind Harry, checking out the same poster. It displayed a femininely attractive man in skin tight black leather pants, a chain mail shirt and sporting a large broadsword and crossbow. " 'Demon Hunter Styx: Deathwatch' Okay..." Sirius shook his head. "You know, you could be right. 'A twisting blend of science fiction and gothic horror.' There's a showing in...an hour. We can grab our tickets, and wait over in the park."

"Great!" Harry grinned, and Sirius decided everything as worth that. Just to see Harry smiling at him. He ruffled his hair affectionately, looking down into Harry's eyes. //He really does look like James.// Sirius let his fingers trail over Harry's cheeks and chin, remembering. //It's scary, really.// He caught Harry looking at him oddly, and pulled his fingers away immediately. He didn't say anything, not really feeling he had anything to apologize for. He purchased two tickets, and the two made their way over to the small park.

Sirius immediately lay back in the grass, enjoying the feel of it under his back. He stretched, and felt his t-shirt ride up a bit. He lay back, letting the warm afternoon sun beat against his bare stomach. It was days like this that just made him happy to be alive. He sighed, folding his hands behind his head, and glanced over at Harry. He was actually a bit unnerved by what he saw.

"Harry....um, I hate to point this out, but I think you're drooling." Sirius gave the younger man an odd look. What on earth could be causing the boy to salivate like that? It wasn't that hot out!

"Er..am I?" Harry licked his lips nervously. "Oh. I was...just thinking. About fruit. Banana's. And how good they taste...er...yes." Harry flushed, and looked away quickly. Sirius just nodded, looking at him askance. //Definitely a weird kid.//

"Sure..." Sirius turned his gaze back to the sky. Harry was quiet a while, before launching into a long winded description of the last Quidditch game of the season. Sirius listened intently, not exactly interested in the subject matter, but just in hearing Harry talking so animatedly. He had been real worried that his godson would be burnt out after going through so much. But he seemed as full of life as ever. At least some of the time.

"Shit." Sirius mentally kicked himself again. It was hard sometimes, remembering that he and Harry were so far apart in age. He sometimes felt like they were only five or so years apart, not twenty. He chalked it up to spending most of his life in Azkaban. He had went in when he was only twenty two, and he hadn't exactly matured beyond that point.

"What?" Harry asked, obviously not startled by the swearing.

"We've got to make the movie." Sirius reminded.

"I almost forgot!" Harry grinned nervously, and Sirius sat up.

"Yeah, me to." He stood, offering his hand to help Harry up. Harry looked at him intensely, green eyes meeting dark brown, and Sirius thought that his godson held onto his hand a bit longer then need be. //He's still hurting inside.// Sirius thought, giving Harry's hand what he hoped was a reassuring squeeze. It was returned, and Harry did not let go. Sirius thought nothing of it, and they walked hand in hand back to the cinema, to get snacks and take their seats. Sirius for one, was actually rather interested in the movie. Or became so, after giving the trailer poster one more look.

//For such a skinny guy, he looks like he has a huge package. I don't really like blonds, though...// Sirius shrugged, and followed Harry into the rather dimly lit lobby. At least they were spending time together, even if Harry was acting somewhat weird. Sirius decided to have a talk with him, but later. After they got home. Right now, he wanted Harry to just sit back and enjoy the movie.

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