A/n: This is the introduction to a new story, it will be shorter than my other stories – only three chapter in full probably. It's the 1970's and homosexuality is still condemned as wrong by society at large.
That's really all you need to know to get you started.
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He first realised he didn't fancy women with his hand in Gwendolyn Sedgwick's bra and his tongue halfway down her throat.
It hit him suddenly as he was twisting her nipple that things weren't as he'd planed, that despite being pretty and having the best tits in the fifth years she just wasn't what he wanted.
He'd wanked off thinking about her loads of time but now she was with him, moaning and grinding up against him he felt nothing.
He broke the kiss and pulled his hand from her bra.
"Look, Gwen…"
"Yes, Sirius?" she looked up at him from under lowered eyelashes with her shirt unbuttoned and hair array and Sirius felt fucking nothing.
"I…I have to be going, curfew and all." Sirius said and hurried away as fast as he could, ignoring her impassioned whimpers for 'him to come back, she'd make sure he got back in time'.
Sirius all but threw himself through the portrait hole and into Gryffindor common room, a few seventh years still up studying for NEWTS cast him annoyed glances but Sirius ignored them and bounded up stairs to the boys dormitory.
His friend were already asleep, James's reassuring snoring coming from one bed, Peter's snorting and whimpering from another and Remus's heavy breathing form the other.
Sirius collapsed on his own bed, head in hands and kicked his trunk angrily.
God, he was totally fucked – an abnormality, a shirt lifter.
James would never talk to him again nor Remus and Peter if they found out, his parents would disown him on the spot and he'd probably be thrown out of Hogwarts for being immoral and evil.
And that settled it, Sirius decided, he wouldn't tell anyone and everything would stay as it was – absolutely perfect.
TBC