When It All Goes Wrong Again: Chapter 4
Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own Harry Potter. I'm poor, so don't sue. I can only dream that anyone in the HP universe is gay. This story is totally fictional, and my idea.
Warnings: This story will have slash in it. Those couples will include Sev/Remy, Sev/Remy/Siri (Rocks my socks!), and Harry/Draco. There will also be some het tossed in there, because I have to go with the belief that not all the characters can be gay, as much as I may enjoy writing it.
Summary: AU. The night of James and Lily's death, Harry was just visiting his godparents, when Voldemort stormed the house. Harry was returned to his dad's care. He grew up with one of his father's, never knowing the other one. What happens when a bad situation forces him and his dad to move in with his father? Slash. SS/RL, HP/DM
Authors Note: Thanks to all reviewers and all readers. I'm over-joyed with how well this story is doing. But I'm getting uber-busy with finals. And that's why it took so long to get this chapter out. I'm still looking for a beta reader. Hint. Hint. Thanks to Piri again, for the name. Though I don't use it much, I'm still grateful for her allowing me to use is. I'm rambling now, so on to the story.
Draco stretched his legs over Harry's lap, "I overheard my father, talking about you having yet another dad?"
The grin that appeared on Harry's face was contagious, and Draco couldn't stop the small smile that appeared on his own, "Yeah. My papa. He's back from missions."
"So he works with the Ministry?"
"Unspeakable," Harry replied, he rested his hands on the blonde's legs, "He was on missions for thirteen years."
"That's a long time," Draco replied, taking a deep breath as he felt fingers touch the skin of his leg and start tracing unrecognizable patterns.
"Yeah, but father was gone just as long so it's only fair of me to give papa just as much of a chance," Harry replied, turning to face the boy leaning against the door of the limo.
"Of course," responded Draco, he turned to face his friend, "I think my father is entertaining."
"Why?" Harry asked, watching pale lips move.
"He's letting us use the limo," Draco leaned in slowly, hoping to catch Harry's lips.
"Yeah," Harry felt his eyes flutter shut as lips cautiously met his.
Draco could only sigh as Harry's arm pulled him closer. He hoped that the other boy wouldn't regret it come the following morning.
Sirius moved into the bathroom silently, hoping not to wake the other two occupants of the room, "Si?" a sleepy voice called out, just as he moved to shut the door. He looked and saw Remus watching him.
"I'm going to take a shower and then go make you and Sev something to eat," Sirius explained.
"Oh," came the reply as Remus snuggled close to Severus again.
Sirius sighed slightly when he finally got the door shut and the shower on. Walking into the spray of hot water, he could almost feel the stress washing off of him and down the drain. He sighed again before taking on the task of washing his long hair.
Harry turned over in his bed and looked at the mounds of bags that lay strewn around on his floor. He had gotten many items of clothing and other materials while going to stores with Draco and he still hadn't touched the money given to him by his father or papa. He was sure that this was the main reason he shopped with the other boy.
"Ori?" a voice whispered from the doorway.
Harry turned to see a small girl, "Hey 'lissa, what's wrong?" he watched the girl rub her eyes a sniffle a bit as he heard voices yelling in the background, "Where's Co?"
"He's in the shower and told me to come to your room," the girl replied. Harry moved over and patted the empty space. Within seconds the empty space was full, as were Harry's arms.
"They love you, and don't mean to fight," Harry murmured, smoothing out the blonde hair, "Sometimes older people just don't know how to let their feelings out in a good way and it causes them to argue."
"But why so loud and so early?"
"I don't know, love. We should get ready, don't you think? Since we are going to Diagon Alley today?" The mention of the magical alley seemed to make the little girl brighten, and she rushed from the room to her own.
Harry got out of bed himself before moving to one of the many bags on the floor and pulling out some clothes. He smiled when he realized that the shirt wouldn't match his shoes, it would drive Draco insane. He left the clothes on his bed as he went to take a shower.
Sirius felt the other presence in the room before he saw him. Years working as an Unspeakable taught him to not let his guard down. He wanted to be able to do that again, especially in the house that was his home once again, "Want to help me by carrying up the coffee?"
"Sure," the voice of Severus sent shivers down Sirius' spine, and the long haired man felt his knees almost weaken, "He's still asleep."
"He was awake when I took my shower earlier," Sirius replied, following the other man through the maze of a house and back to the bedroom, "He'll wake once he smells my wonderful cooking."
"Did you learn how to on mission? Cause if I recall the last time you tried to cook something…" Severus trailed away, allowing Sirius to think of the incident.
"That was just once! And how was I supposed to know that you needed to clean take something out of it! I was raised with tons of house elves and was lucky if I could even get an apple from the kitchen!"
"You watched me and Remus take the bag out of the first two," Severus countered, letting a smile form on his face.
"I can cook now," Sirius mumbled.
"I have no doubt of that," Severus replied, kissing the pout off his lover's face, before walking into the open door, "You let him make our breakfast? Knowing what he did to that poor turkey?"
Remus only grinned as he took his cup from Severus as Sirius sat the tray of food down on the bed, "I bet it's wonderful."
"If I die from food poisoning..." Severus replied, stopping as some eggs were held out in front of him. He took the proffered bite, and pretended to gag.
"Just for that you aren't getting any more," Sirius said, pulling the plate of eggs closer to him. He beamed as Severus pouted about the lack of food.
"I'll do something for you," Severus offered.
"And what, may I ask, will you do for me?" Sirius' smile grew wider as Severus whispered in his ear.
"You'd do that for him anyways," Remus told Severus, hearing what was being whispered with the heightened senses.
"You know, you and Harry being able to hear everything takes the fun out of so much stuff," Severus replied.
"But it's a good thing when he and I are planning things, because we can whisper, and you to would never be able to hear what we were saying," Remus replied, shrugging, "That gives me an idea for when he gets back from France."
"You two would never be able to prank me," Sirius said, as if reading the werewolf's mind.
"Is that a challenge?"
"Of course it is. One I know that you two will loose," Sirius replied smugly.
"I take you up on that challenge," Remus countered.
Severus just watched the scene with knowing eyes. Sirius didn't know what he was getting himself into.
Harry walked into his room to grab the clothes he planned to wear when he saw that his originally shirt wasn't there any more. It had been replaced with a different one, as had his shoes. There was a piece of parchment on top of the pile that had the unmistakable handwriting of Draco on it, Harry read it to himself, "The green will accent your eyes and you need to wear your new boots." He sighed to himself, but pulled the clothes on anyways.
Just as he buttoned the pants, there was a knock on his door and Draco entered soon after, "I see you found the clothes," the statement was whispered, and didn't sound anything like the boy Harry had gotten to know at Hogwarts.
"Of course," Harry smiled, forgoing the shoes to move around the bed and pull Draco into his arms, "I don't regret any of the kisses from last night."
Draco visibly brightened, before kissing Harry on the cheek and reply, "That's good, cause shopping would have been really awkward today if you had."
Harry chuckled, knowing that the blonde was much more worried than he wanted him to know, "It would have been terrible for you."
Just as Draco was going to respond, a voice called from the door, "Harry and Draco, sitting in a tree. K-i-s-s-i-n-g. First comes love, then comes-" the rest of the song was cut off.
"You little imp!" Draco pulled himself out of Harry's arms and started towards the girl standing in the door way. The girl seeing him coming hurried out the door and down the hall.
"Then comes marriage. Then comes Draco with a baby carriage!" Harry could hear the girl reciting rest of the song as she rushed down the hall, giggling. Harry followed the two siblings, knowing that they were no doubt heading towards the dinning room for a large breakfast.
"You better believe that I'm going to get you, Alissa!" Draco's voice echoed back.
"But Draco! I just got back home and you love me and you know that you don't really want to hurt me!" the young girl's voice replied.
"You only think that!" Harry knew that Draco wouldn't hurt the girl; he just had a flare for the dramatics.
Remus sometimes wondered what he was doing with the two men that lay beside him. Their breathing was even, and he could tell they were sleeping. How did he get from just having Harry with him, to having both of his life mates also?
Moving in with Severus had been hard on him, but Remus knew that it was what Harry needed to get close to his father. Despite the pain that he was knowingly going to put himself in, he decided that it would be for the best.
Someone was moving, so Remus feigned sleeping. He sighed happily when an arm sneaked around his waist and pulled him close, "I know you are sleeping," the voice breathed into his ear, "but sometimes I can't believe that I'm in the same bed with you again, and I just need to hold you and stare at Sev. It's been so long, and I didn't think that I'd ever be back here again.
"When the told me that I was off mission for a while, I had to find you, Sev, and Harry. I went to Dumbledore, and he told me that you were all here, at Sev's. I had thought that you and Sev were back together, and to get here and find that you weren't was a shock.
"I love you, Remy. Always have, and probably always will. And I love Sev just as much. And then there's Harry. He still is, and always will be, my sunshine. He has grown from an adorable baby, to a handsome young man. I missed it all. I'm glad you raised him. But I'm just so sorry you had to do it alone. We all promised that we'd be here for it, and the only one that really was, was you. I will take care of you for now on."
Tears slipped out of Remus' closed eyes, and he felt calloused fingers brush them away, "Si," he whispered, "Oh Si." More tears fell and all he did was hold tightly to the long haired man.
Soon he felt the other occupant of the bed move, and another person wrap around him, "I'm sorry Remus."
Remus could just nod as sobs wracked his body. Getting comfort from the arms resting on him, he allowed the tears to come after many, many years.
Harry grinned as he saw Draco eyeing some leather pants in the new clothing store, Making 'em Stare. He was sure that it was opening by Americans, but he knew that Draco wouldn't care who opened it.
"Let's go in there," Draco exclaimed after a few more seconds of staring longingly at the pants.
Harry just laughed and followed the blonde, heading towards the jeans section. He pulled a pair from the rack, knowing that Draco would soon be over to tell him what he could buy and couldn't buy.
"May I help you?" asked a boy that looked to be around Harry's age.
"Actually I'm just waiting for my friend to get finished with his selection," Harry replied automatically, glancing at the blonde who now had the leather pants in his hands.
Just as he was going to turn and face the sales assistant, Draco called out to him, "You've got to try them on so we know how they fit."
Harry's mouth fell open as he looked at the small dark brown pair of leather pants, "Try them on? Me?" his voice squeaked.
"Of course you! I already have four pairs in this color," Draco replied.
Harry just let himself be pushing into a changing room and catching the pants which were thrust into his arms. Regaining his thoughts, he moved out to give Draco a piece of mind, when a voice stopped him, "Is that your boyfriend?" It was the sales guy.
"Though I don't see why it is any concern of yours, yes he is." Draco's aristocrat breeding shown through.
Harry could only smile and move to change into the pants. After taking off his boots and pants, he moved to pull the pants on. They barely got onto his calf muscle, "Co, I've got a problem."
"Ori, they're pants! How can you mess up trying on pants?" came the reply.
"They aren't big enough!"
"What?! Of course they are!"
Harry moved to check the size and saw that the pants were no where near the size he wore. He pulled them off and handed them back to the blonde, "There must be an error with the sizing. Go and get another one in my size."
Harry's voice leaving no room for argument, Draco walked off. He wouldn't admit to getting the wrong size, even though it was on purpose. He thought the other boy would look sexy in pants that were too small. Sighing to himself he grabbed the correct size and headed back to the changing rooms.
Severus moved into his study to see two owls waiting impatiently, he quickly removed the letters and gave both a treat, before hurrying them out the window.
One letter was from Lucius Malfoy, no doubt telling him either how much trouble Draco and his son were causing or telling him how great of an influence his son was on Draco. He secretly hoped for the former.
He was not pleased to hear that if Harry and Draco had been spending money, rather than using the Malfoy name as a threat, they would have spent well over three thousand galleons. He groaned he read that Lucius was proud of them for getting so much for free. And could only grimace when he thought of the reaction Remus would have to the clothes that Harry would bring home.
The next letter from addressed to Sirius, with the Ministry seal on it. He knew what it could be and hoped that it wasn't what he dreaded. He decided to forgo working again today, and walked from the room, carrying the letter.
"-think it will be at least a month until they called me back in. At the very least," Severus walked in on Sirius telling Remus.
He smiled at the werewolf, because Sirius' back was to him, but the smile was forced, and Remus' face automatically showed worry.
Sirius turned to see Severus when he saw the look of worry cross Remus' face, and saw the letter in the other man's hand. He grabbed it and opened it, without asking if it was his, knowing that it was. Reading the first few lines, his heart sank, and he read them aloud, "We regret to inform you that if you do not take this mission, we must ask that you resign…" he trailed off.
Remus grabbed his hand, but the long haired man jerked it away, "Damn them to bloody hell!"
Severus could feel the anger coming off in waves, "Maybe it's a mistake," he tried. He took a step back when the angry eyes turned on him.
"Si, there's nothing we can do. Just take the mission," Remus said, getting the attention of the room's other occupants, "We know how much you loved your job."
Sirius could see the betrayal that the werewolf was trying to hide, "I don't love my job. I like it, yes. But I love you and Sev. And Harry. I won't go back on mission until I get to know my son."
Severus smiled, knowing that Sirius would be staying, but Remus went on, "You love this job. I know you do. You shouldn't give it up for-"
Sirius cut him off, "There will be more jobs for me. I want to be with my family. My job took me away for most of Harry's youth, and I won't be gone until he is out there, living in his own house and working his own job."
"But-"
"But nothing. For once I'm keeping my promises. And I'm staying with here, where I belong." Sirius moved and pulled an unresisting Remus into his arms, "I want to grow old in your arms, happy in your heart."
"That was beyond romantic and borderline corny," a voice told him.
"You are just jealous it wasn't said to you Sev," Sirius replied, pulling the other man close, using one arm.
"I am no such thing," but one look into the dark eyes told them the truth, and Remus smiled again, happy that they were all together again.
"I received a letter from your father today," Lucius informed Harry, as the two of them and Draco ate lunch, "He said something about spending limits."
"We haven't spent a cent!" Draco told the elder Malfoy.
"That's what I told him. But you've acquired tons of things in your stay here thus far Harry," Lucius replied. He knew that the boys were imagining the piles of bags that littered Harry's guest room floor.
"Oh," was Harry's reply.
"Just be careful on spending, or lack there of." Lucius moved to take another bite, signaling the end of the conversation, "Oh, yes, and by the way, congratulations you two. On getting together. Alissa was singing a very informative song earlier today."
Draco blushed bright red, thinking about his father knowing about the relationship, and Harry just grinned and nodded his head in thanks.
Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own Harry Potter. I'm poor, so don't sue. I can only dream that anyone in the HP universe is gay. This story is totally fictional, and my idea.
Warnings: This story will have slash in it. Those couples will include Sev/Remy, Sev/Remy/Siri (Rocks my socks!), and Harry/Draco. There will also be some het tossed in there, because I have to go with the belief that not all the characters can be gay, as much as I may enjoy writing it.
Summary: AU. The night of James and Lily's death, Harry was just visiting his godparents, when Voldemort stormed the house. Harry was returned to his dad's care. He grew up with one of his father's, never knowing the other one. What happens when a bad situation forces him and his dad to move in with his father? Slash. SS/RL, HP/DM
Authors Note: Thanks to all reviewers and all readers. I'm over-joyed with how well this story is doing. But I'm getting uber-busy with finals. And that's why it took so long to get this chapter out. I'm still looking for a beta reader. Hint. Hint. Thanks to Piri again, for the name. Though I don't use it much, I'm still grateful for her allowing me to use is. I'm rambling now, so on to the story.
Draco stretched his legs over Harry's lap, "I overheard my father, talking about you having yet another dad?"
The grin that appeared on Harry's face was contagious, and Draco couldn't stop the small smile that appeared on his own, "Yeah. My papa. He's back from missions."
"So he works with the Ministry?"
"Unspeakable," Harry replied, he rested his hands on the blonde's legs, "He was on missions for thirteen years."
"That's a long time," Draco replied, taking a deep breath as he felt fingers touch the skin of his leg and start tracing unrecognizable patterns.
"Yeah, but father was gone just as long so it's only fair of me to give papa just as much of a chance," Harry replied, turning to face the boy leaning against the door of the limo.
"Of course," responded Draco, he turned to face his friend, "I think my father is entertaining."
"Why?" Harry asked, watching pale lips move.
"He's letting us use the limo," Draco leaned in slowly, hoping to catch Harry's lips.
"Yeah," Harry felt his eyes flutter shut as lips cautiously met his.
Draco could only sigh as Harry's arm pulled him closer. He hoped that the other boy wouldn't regret it come the following morning.
Sirius moved into the bathroom silently, hoping not to wake the other two occupants of the room, "Si?" a sleepy voice called out, just as he moved to shut the door. He looked and saw Remus watching him.
"I'm going to take a shower and then go make you and Sev something to eat," Sirius explained.
"Oh," came the reply as Remus snuggled close to Severus again.
Sirius sighed slightly when he finally got the door shut and the shower on. Walking into the spray of hot water, he could almost feel the stress washing off of him and down the drain. He sighed again before taking on the task of washing his long hair.
Harry turned over in his bed and looked at the mounds of bags that lay strewn around on his floor. He had gotten many items of clothing and other materials while going to stores with Draco and he still hadn't touched the money given to him by his father or papa. He was sure that this was the main reason he shopped with the other boy.
"Ori?" a voice whispered from the doorway.
Harry turned to see a small girl, "Hey 'lissa, what's wrong?" he watched the girl rub her eyes a sniffle a bit as he heard voices yelling in the background, "Where's Co?"
"He's in the shower and told me to come to your room," the girl replied. Harry moved over and patted the empty space. Within seconds the empty space was full, as were Harry's arms.
"They love you, and don't mean to fight," Harry murmured, smoothing out the blonde hair, "Sometimes older people just don't know how to let their feelings out in a good way and it causes them to argue."
"But why so loud and so early?"
"I don't know, love. We should get ready, don't you think? Since we are going to Diagon Alley today?" The mention of the magical alley seemed to make the little girl brighten, and she rushed from the room to her own.
Harry got out of bed himself before moving to one of the many bags on the floor and pulling out some clothes. He smiled when he realized that the shirt wouldn't match his shoes, it would drive Draco insane. He left the clothes on his bed as he went to take a shower.
Sirius felt the other presence in the room before he saw him. Years working as an Unspeakable taught him to not let his guard down. He wanted to be able to do that again, especially in the house that was his home once again, "Want to help me by carrying up the coffee?"
"Sure," the voice of Severus sent shivers down Sirius' spine, and the long haired man felt his knees almost weaken, "He's still asleep."
"He was awake when I took my shower earlier," Sirius replied, following the other man through the maze of a house and back to the bedroom, "He'll wake once he smells my wonderful cooking."
"Did you learn how to on mission? Cause if I recall the last time you tried to cook something…" Severus trailed away, allowing Sirius to think of the incident.
"That was just once! And how was I supposed to know that you needed to clean take something out of it! I was raised with tons of house elves and was lucky if I could even get an apple from the kitchen!"
"You watched me and Remus take the bag out of the first two," Severus countered, letting a smile form on his face.
"I can cook now," Sirius mumbled.
"I have no doubt of that," Severus replied, kissing the pout off his lover's face, before walking into the open door, "You let him make our breakfast? Knowing what he did to that poor turkey?"
Remus only grinned as he took his cup from Severus as Sirius sat the tray of food down on the bed, "I bet it's wonderful."
"If I die from food poisoning..." Severus replied, stopping as some eggs were held out in front of him. He took the proffered bite, and pretended to gag.
"Just for that you aren't getting any more," Sirius said, pulling the plate of eggs closer to him. He beamed as Severus pouted about the lack of food.
"I'll do something for you," Severus offered.
"And what, may I ask, will you do for me?" Sirius' smile grew wider as Severus whispered in his ear.
"You'd do that for him anyways," Remus told Severus, hearing what was being whispered with the heightened senses.
"You know, you and Harry being able to hear everything takes the fun out of so much stuff," Severus replied.
"But it's a good thing when he and I are planning things, because we can whisper, and you to would never be able to hear what we were saying," Remus replied, shrugging, "That gives me an idea for when he gets back from France."
"You two would never be able to prank me," Sirius said, as if reading the werewolf's mind.
"Is that a challenge?"
"Of course it is. One I know that you two will loose," Sirius replied smugly.
"I take you up on that challenge," Remus countered.
Severus just watched the scene with knowing eyes. Sirius didn't know what he was getting himself into.
Harry walked into his room to grab the clothes he planned to wear when he saw that his originally shirt wasn't there any more. It had been replaced with a different one, as had his shoes. There was a piece of parchment on top of the pile that had the unmistakable handwriting of Draco on it, Harry read it to himself, "The green will accent your eyes and you need to wear your new boots." He sighed to himself, but pulled the clothes on anyways.
Just as he buttoned the pants, there was a knock on his door and Draco entered soon after, "I see you found the clothes," the statement was whispered, and didn't sound anything like the boy Harry had gotten to know at Hogwarts.
"Of course," Harry smiled, forgoing the shoes to move around the bed and pull Draco into his arms, "I don't regret any of the kisses from last night."
Draco visibly brightened, before kissing Harry on the cheek and reply, "That's good, cause shopping would have been really awkward today if you had."
Harry chuckled, knowing that the blonde was much more worried than he wanted him to know, "It would have been terrible for you."
Just as Draco was going to respond, a voice called from the door, "Harry and Draco, sitting in a tree. K-i-s-s-i-n-g. First comes love, then comes-" the rest of the song was cut off.
"You little imp!" Draco pulled himself out of Harry's arms and started towards the girl standing in the door way. The girl seeing him coming hurried out the door and down the hall.
"Then comes marriage. Then comes Draco with a baby carriage!" Harry could hear the girl reciting rest of the song as she rushed down the hall, giggling. Harry followed the two siblings, knowing that they were no doubt heading towards the dinning room for a large breakfast.
"You better believe that I'm going to get you, Alissa!" Draco's voice echoed back.
"But Draco! I just got back home and you love me and you know that you don't really want to hurt me!" the young girl's voice replied.
"You only think that!" Harry knew that Draco wouldn't hurt the girl; he just had a flare for the dramatics.
Remus sometimes wondered what he was doing with the two men that lay beside him. Their breathing was even, and he could tell they were sleeping. How did he get from just having Harry with him, to having both of his life mates also?
Moving in with Severus had been hard on him, but Remus knew that it was what Harry needed to get close to his father. Despite the pain that he was knowingly going to put himself in, he decided that it would be for the best.
Someone was moving, so Remus feigned sleeping. He sighed happily when an arm sneaked around his waist and pulled him close, "I know you are sleeping," the voice breathed into his ear, "but sometimes I can't believe that I'm in the same bed with you again, and I just need to hold you and stare at Sev. It's been so long, and I didn't think that I'd ever be back here again.
"When the told me that I was off mission for a while, I had to find you, Sev, and Harry. I went to Dumbledore, and he told me that you were all here, at Sev's. I had thought that you and Sev were back together, and to get here and find that you weren't was a shock.
"I love you, Remy. Always have, and probably always will. And I love Sev just as much. And then there's Harry. He still is, and always will be, my sunshine. He has grown from an adorable baby, to a handsome young man. I missed it all. I'm glad you raised him. But I'm just so sorry you had to do it alone. We all promised that we'd be here for it, and the only one that really was, was you. I will take care of you for now on."
Tears slipped out of Remus' closed eyes, and he felt calloused fingers brush them away, "Si," he whispered, "Oh Si." More tears fell and all he did was hold tightly to the long haired man.
Soon he felt the other occupant of the bed move, and another person wrap around him, "I'm sorry Remus."
Remus could just nod as sobs wracked his body. Getting comfort from the arms resting on him, he allowed the tears to come after many, many years.
Harry grinned as he saw Draco eyeing some leather pants in the new clothing store, Making 'em Stare. He was sure that it was opening by Americans, but he knew that Draco wouldn't care who opened it.
"Let's go in there," Draco exclaimed after a few more seconds of staring longingly at the pants.
Harry just laughed and followed the blonde, heading towards the jeans section. He pulled a pair from the rack, knowing that Draco would soon be over to tell him what he could buy and couldn't buy.
"May I help you?" asked a boy that looked to be around Harry's age.
"Actually I'm just waiting for my friend to get finished with his selection," Harry replied automatically, glancing at the blonde who now had the leather pants in his hands.
Just as he was going to turn and face the sales assistant, Draco called out to him, "You've got to try them on so we know how they fit."
Harry's mouth fell open as he looked at the small dark brown pair of leather pants, "Try them on? Me?" his voice squeaked.
"Of course you! I already have four pairs in this color," Draco replied.
Harry just let himself be pushing into a changing room and catching the pants which were thrust into his arms. Regaining his thoughts, he moved out to give Draco a piece of mind, when a voice stopped him, "Is that your boyfriend?" It was the sales guy.
"Though I don't see why it is any concern of yours, yes he is." Draco's aristocrat breeding shown through.
Harry could only smile and move to change into the pants. After taking off his boots and pants, he moved to pull the pants on. They barely got onto his calf muscle, "Co, I've got a problem."
"Ori, they're pants! How can you mess up trying on pants?" came the reply.
"They aren't big enough!"
"What?! Of course they are!"
Harry moved to check the size and saw that the pants were no where near the size he wore. He pulled them off and handed them back to the blonde, "There must be an error with the sizing. Go and get another one in my size."
Harry's voice leaving no room for argument, Draco walked off. He wouldn't admit to getting the wrong size, even though it was on purpose. He thought the other boy would look sexy in pants that were too small. Sighing to himself he grabbed the correct size and headed back to the changing rooms.
Severus moved into his study to see two owls waiting impatiently, he quickly removed the letters and gave both a treat, before hurrying them out the window.
One letter was from Lucius Malfoy, no doubt telling him either how much trouble Draco and his son were causing or telling him how great of an influence his son was on Draco. He secretly hoped for the former.
He was not pleased to hear that if Harry and Draco had been spending money, rather than using the Malfoy name as a threat, they would have spent well over three thousand galleons. He groaned he read that Lucius was proud of them for getting so much for free. And could only grimace when he thought of the reaction Remus would have to the clothes that Harry would bring home.
The next letter from addressed to Sirius, with the Ministry seal on it. He knew what it could be and hoped that it wasn't what he dreaded. He decided to forgo working again today, and walked from the room, carrying the letter.
"-think it will be at least a month until they called me back in. At the very least," Severus walked in on Sirius telling Remus.
He smiled at the werewolf, because Sirius' back was to him, but the smile was forced, and Remus' face automatically showed worry.
Sirius turned to see Severus when he saw the look of worry cross Remus' face, and saw the letter in the other man's hand. He grabbed it and opened it, without asking if it was his, knowing that it was. Reading the first few lines, his heart sank, and he read them aloud, "We regret to inform you that if you do not take this mission, we must ask that you resign…" he trailed off.
Remus grabbed his hand, but the long haired man jerked it away, "Damn them to bloody hell!"
Severus could feel the anger coming off in waves, "Maybe it's a mistake," he tried. He took a step back when the angry eyes turned on him.
"Si, there's nothing we can do. Just take the mission," Remus said, getting the attention of the room's other occupants, "We know how much you loved your job."
Sirius could see the betrayal that the werewolf was trying to hide, "I don't love my job. I like it, yes. But I love you and Sev. And Harry. I won't go back on mission until I get to know my son."
Severus smiled, knowing that Sirius would be staying, but Remus went on, "You love this job. I know you do. You shouldn't give it up for-"
Sirius cut him off, "There will be more jobs for me. I want to be with my family. My job took me away for most of Harry's youth, and I won't be gone until he is out there, living in his own house and working his own job."
"But-"
"But nothing. For once I'm keeping my promises. And I'm staying with here, where I belong." Sirius moved and pulled an unresisting Remus into his arms, "I want to grow old in your arms, happy in your heart."
"That was beyond romantic and borderline corny," a voice told him.
"You are just jealous it wasn't said to you Sev," Sirius replied, pulling the other man close, using one arm.
"I am no such thing," but one look into the dark eyes told them the truth, and Remus smiled again, happy that they were all together again.
"I received a letter from your father today," Lucius informed Harry, as the two of them and Draco ate lunch, "He said something about spending limits."
"We haven't spent a cent!" Draco told the elder Malfoy.
"That's what I told him. But you've acquired tons of things in your stay here thus far Harry," Lucius replied. He knew that the boys were imagining the piles of bags that littered Harry's guest room floor.
"Oh," was Harry's reply.
"Just be careful on spending, or lack there of." Lucius moved to take another bite, signaling the end of the conversation, "Oh, yes, and by the way, congratulations you two. On getting together. Alissa was singing a very informative song earlier today."
Draco blushed bright red, thinking about his father knowing about the relationship, and Harry just grinned and nodded his head in thanks.