This Time Imperfect
Chapter One - Summers End
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters so please don't sue me; but if I did own them I'd give them tea.
Harry was sitting in his room staring out the window. It was the summer after his 5th year, and it had been his best summer yet. He was finally living with his godfather, Sirius Black, whose name had been cleared soon after the capture of one Peter Pettigrew. Harry sensed he would be having more summers almost as well as this one had been.
Harry stared at is godfather, who was working on his flying motorcycle. Harry was scared, he'd been slowly falling in love with his own godfather, and dismissing those thoughts from his mind was becoming harder and harder to do. It was even becoming hard to stand in the same room as the man for a prolonged period of time. A certain part of Harry's anatomy had kept rising to the occasion. Harry was fearful that if Sirius discovered his true feelings he'd be back with the Dursley's doorstep. That was not a chance Harry was willing to take.
Something caught Harry's attention out of the corner of his eye. Sirius was waving at him, motioning for him to join him. Harry nodded and preceded downstairs. Harry walked out of the house and into the backyard.
"Hey, Harry, I finished."
Sirius wiped his hands and stood back. The motorcycle was in a much better condition then when Harry had last seen it. The once rusted and dying motorcycle was now sleek, black, and very much alive.
"You wanna go for a ride?"
Harry thought about it for a moment, weighing out the pros and cons.
"Yeah."
Sirius got on the bike and instructed Harry to sit behind him and hold on to his hips. Before Harry knew what was happening they were soaring high above the house and trees.
Between the rumbling engine of the motorcycle between his thighs and being pressed against Sirius' back, the sensations Harry was feeling were overwhelming. Soon enough Harry was almost sure Sirius would be able to feel something poking him in the back.
"Sirius, can we land? I don't feel so good."
Sirius looked over his shoulder at Harry and smiled one of his 'I know something you don't' smiles. Harry just tried to look as sick as possible.
As soon as they landed Harry rushed off to his room. Sirius shook his head as Harry ran off.
"He gets weirder everyday."
Chapter One - Summers End
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters so please don't sue me; but if I did own them I'd give them tea.
Harry was sitting in his room staring out the window. It was the summer after his 5th year, and it had been his best summer yet. He was finally living with his godfather, Sirius Black, whose name had been cleared soon after the capture of one Peter Pettigrew. Harry sensed he would be having more summers almost as well as this one had been.
Harry stared at is godfather, who was working on his flying motorcycle. Harry was scared, he'd been slowly falling in love with his own godfather, and dismissing those thoughts from his mind was becoming harder and harder to do. It was even becoming hard to stand in the same room as the man for a prolonged period of time. A certain part of Harry's anatomy had kept rising to the occasion. Harry was fearful that if Sirius discovered his true feelings he'd be back with the Dursley's doorstep. That was not a chance Harry was willing to take.
Something caught Harry's attention out of the corner of his eye. Sirius was waving at him, motioning for him to join him. Harry nodded and preceded downstairs. Harry walked out of the house and into the backyard.
"Hey, Harry, I finished."
Sirius wiped his hands and stood back. The motorcycle was in a much better condition then when Harry had last seen it. The once rusted and dying motorcycle was now sleek, black, and very much alive.
"You wanna go for a ride?"
Harry thought about it for a moment, weighing out the pros and cons.
"Yeah."
Sirius got on the bike and instructed Harry to sit behind him and hold on to his hips. Before Harry knew what was happening they were soaring high above the house and trees.
Between the rumbling engine of the motorcycle between his thighs and being pressed against Sirius' back, the sensations Harry was feeling were overwhelming. Soon enough Harry was almost sure Sirius would be able to feel something poking him in the back.
"Sirius, can we land? I don't feel so good."
Sirius looked over his shoulder at Harry and smiled one of his 'I know something you don't' smiles. Harry just tried to look as sick as possible.
As soon as they landed Harry rushed off to his room. Sirius shook his head as Harry ran off.
"He gets weirder everyday."