Our Game


Pairings: HG&HP, HP&DM, DM&HG, HP&SS, SS&SB, SB&HP, HP&RW

Rating: R

Warnings: language, maybe ooc (depending on how you look at it), might offend some of you

A/N: ... Dear god... I never knew I could take it this far...so, I have POVs from Draco, Harry and Hermione. Three out of Seven... I know some people are liking this little Games series, but I'm not getting many reviews... Newho... on with the deceptions...



Who would have thought the Harry could do this to his friends? To the people he cares about? To his godfather?


It's fucked. Our games, I mean. We all play them. This one though, this one is something more. It surprises me just how intricate it's become. I've seen him with Hermione and Draco, playing the bastard to their gentility. I've seen him with Ron, playing the submissive to his dominant. But I can't figure out what he plays for me, or for Severus.


I've seen the two of them together, though I have confronted neither. How can I when I have been with them both as well?


I know that he goes to him. How can I not? Severus comes to me, skin smelling of sweat, hair smelling of sex. Still we tumble into this bed, stripping each others clothes off as we start on our journey.


My fingers ghost over his skin and a gasp flows through his parted lips. I do it again, trying effortlessly to coax that sound out of him for a repeat performance.


How did we get here? From me being his scorned enemy to being his lover? Who made the first move? Who gave the first kiss?


Why did Harry set us up like this? Why does Harry continue using us after he's achieved what he sought for? Why me? Why Severus? Why us?


I do not remember, nor do I think I really ever knew, let alone, understood. Maybe I will later, but right now I care only about running my hands over his alabaster skin, running my tongue over his thin lips, drowning him in my love.


I'm not so much hurt as I am disappointed. I'm disappointed in Harry. I'm disappointed in Severus. I'm disappointed in myself.


How can he? How can he stand it? How can he stand us? How can he stand himself?


Harry should never have started these games. Severus should never have fallen for them. I should never have let it get this far.


"Sirius," he says, and I drag my eyes up to meet the fathomless onyx depths that are his eyes.


Later, I will remember why I shouldn't do this. I will remember why I gave in. I will remember that he is now my world. I will remember to thank Harry for making it so.


He grabs my hair and pulls my face up to his. He gives his irritating smile and crushes his lips to mine.


Later.


It's fucked. This game of ours.



A/N: Make that Four out of Seven...