Title: The Seduction of Sirius Black
Summary: Harry needs advice. Topic? "How to go about telling some one just how crazy you are for them". He goes to Sirius, who doesn't know that his oh-so-expert advice is about to be used on him...
Pairings: Harry/Sirius, Remus/Sirius (past), Remus/OC
Disclaimer: characters aren't mine, just borrowing them for a bit. Never fear, I promise to bring them back safe, if not mildly corrupted. Hehehe....
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I love you guys SO much, really. It's so much more fun doing this when you know that not EVERYONE thinks your crazy. I'm SO sorry I haven't updated in such a while. I've been trying to juggle random ficlets and finish this chapter, all while enduring grueling hours of Marching Band practice (COLOR GUARD ROCKS) and loads of homework for the last forever. I haven't had ANY time to write. But don't worry; I would never leave a fic unfinished (one of my biggest pet-peeves is when I fall head over heels in love with a story, only to realize that it hasn't been updated in 3 years). I think I'm back on track now, so I can establish a regular updating schedule, even if it takes me a bit. So, at long last, on to chapter three!
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AUTHORS NOTE/CHAPTER SUMMARY: Since I'm slow and couldn't find a way to incorporate this into the first 2 chapters, I'll put it here: Harry is obsessed with Manga, mostly Fruits Basket. Almost as obsessed as Sirius is with the Chili Peppers. Almost. So, with this new information, what will happen when Sirius tries to take some of his own advice?
Chapter 3 part-1: Shopping, Surprises and Major Mess-Ups
(oh yeah, and my computoris being retarded, heres some back round: the coments that come after the italisized portions are the characters subconcious answers to their thoughts (their thoughts are italisized) if you've read the 1st 2 chapters you should get it. sorry, i'll fix that when i figure out how. i think thats all.)
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Sirius lay awake staring at the ceiling, his arms folded behind his head. He'd been like that for what felt like hours. /It probably has been/ He thought to himself.
He sighed and rolled over on to his side, curling himself into a ball around his comforter as he looked up at the clock. It glowed 5:17 in big green numbers from his bedside table.
He thought about the previous nights activities, replayed them over and over again in his mind, trying to pick out any hints at all that Harry might feel the same way he did, but he found none. There was only mild teenage awkwardness, maybe a bit of flirting.
But then again, Harry is always affectionate with you. He sees you as a comfort figure, someone he could talk to. He would probably be so grossed out if he knew that you were drooling all over him at lunch yesterdayBut his hands felt so good when they were running through my hair, like they belonged there. And did you see the way he jumped up when he realized what he was doing? He was totally freakedHe was not...he didn't realize that he was crossing any lines, he couldn't have. Maybe if he had stayed a bit longer... But he couldn't, because you and your horrible cooking scared him off. Face it, he doesn't want you. You might as well find yourself some old pervert who's still up for a kick and settle down, like Remus suggested
"This is ridiculous." I sat up and kicked my legs over the edge of the bed, resting my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands. God, it even (smells) like him in here
I lost myself in my own thoughts for a while. "There has to be a way that I could find out if perhaps he was interested in me with out putting myself too far out there. That way, if he isn't, we can just go back to the way things were and no ones the wiser." My head, and my spirits lifted a bit at that thought. "The only snag is, how would I get close enough to find out, without getting close enough for him to figure out that I'm trying to find out? What if I don't get close enough to figure out anything? Or worse, what if he figures me out before I even start trying to figure him out? WHAT IF HE ALREADY KNOWS????"
I shook my head a little, taking deeper breaths than I normally would have. Calm down you dork! He doesn't know anything yet, but he will if you start hyperventilating every time you see him! Look, there's a very simple way that you can go about this
There is? What is it?
Remember what you told him, the advice about getting people to notice you?
Yeah, what about it?
USE IT!
On HARRY?
No, on the pope
eww
Exactly, anyway. Why not on Harry?
Because he's Harry!
I just think that he deserves better than a stupid little strategy that I used to bed a bunch of people I barley even knew
Yeah, but this time you (know) the person. So in a way, you're showing a more mature side to your self
Oh wow, this time I knew the guys name before I fucked him, how very mature
...this isn't going to work if your going to be a dick wad about it
Fine, but we're modifying a couple of steps to this 'grand master plan'...and what did you just call me?
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Harry blinked awake to the sound of an irksome noise coming from somewhere in the house. He sat up and listened harder, but it seemed to have stopped, so he settled himself back down into his covers. His clock flashed 10:02 in purple numbers from across the room. Harry liked keeping his alarm the farthest away from his bed that he could manage: you see, if your clock is right next to your bed, then your natural instinct is to hit it as soon as it goes off, every time it goes off. However, if its about 16 yards away from you, by the time you cross the room in the dark/the haze of sleep to turn it off, you've fallen over just about everything that was in your path. And by the time he had tended to all of his cuts and bruises, Harry found that he really wasn't in the mood for bed anymore, which eliminated his over sleeping problem...Never mind that fact that Remus had to give him a cheering charm every morning at breakfast.
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I went over the previous day in my head, trying to pick something from Sirius' actions that could've been seen as something more than friendship, but all I got was brotherly concern, friendly advice. I sighed as I turned over. If I don't put this plan into action soon, I'm going to lose the chance. I've got to get his attention now, while he's still semi-single...I know! I can go shopping with Draco today! That way I'll have someone there to help me pick out clothes, music (and) memorizes names, and phase one of the plan can go into effect tonight at dinner! Perfect!
I let out a squeal and kicked my feet a little. This was going to be perfect. That is, unless you manage to screw it up
Oh don't you worry, there's no way I can mess this one up. And besides, what could go wrong anyhow?
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Sirius hurriedly jumped out of the shower and ran down the hall to his room, jogging over to shut off his alarm clock that had been beeping for the last 15 minutes. It read 10:00.
"Crap." He muttered. He hadn't stopped to put his hair up, and it was dripping buckets as it hung down his back. "There's probably a wet trail coming all the way here. Oh well, good thing we have carpet." He turned to walk back to the bathroom. As he reached for the door, it opened on its own.
In walked Remus. "Hey Siri, are you alright? I heard you running and I..." He faltered, staring at Sirius with his mouth open. It was then that Sirius realized that not only had he forgotten to put his hair up, but he had also forgotten to grab a towel on the way out. "Looks like your hair isn't the only thing that's hanging and dripping, eh Padfoot?" And he ducked out just as Sirius took a swipe at him. He chased him out into the hall, and got about 3 feet before his foot gushed into a particularly big puddle of water. He slipped and flew a couple feet into the air(1) before he landed, hard, onto his bare backside.
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BOOM
"What the fuck?" I muttered. I ran out of my room into the hall to see Sirius on his back in a puddle of water, and Remus on his knees leaning against the wall, laughing so hard that his face was soaked with tears.
Sirius moaned and made as if he were going to try to sit up, but thought better of it. He seemed to settle for rolling over onto his side, which in turn sent Remy into a fresh bout of hysterics. The thought that Sirius could really be hurt never fully registered to Harry. All his mind could register was the fact that Sirius' bare ass was propped up in the air. Nice view
He looks like he's really in pain Remus looks like he's in pain. I don't think he's breathing
I looked over to the quivering lump that was Remus and saw him lift a hand up to wipe his face, his breathing labored. He's fine I thought hurriedly I think I should see if Sirius is alright
I walked over and knelt next to him. "Are you alright?"
"Mmhph" he mumbled as he turned over onto his back once more.
"What was that?" I asked, keeping my eyes carefully trained to his face. Don't look down, don't look down, don't look down
"I said, my ass." He raised a hand and ran it down his face. He looked up at me and we locked gazes for a long moment, unable, or unwilling, to look away. Is it me, or is he getting closer?...wow, he has really long eye lashes...and his hair smells so good. I'm never going to be able to smell coconuts without thinking of him again...that's funny; it feels like someone's watching me. Sirius is right here, so the only other person...
I snapped out of my trace and glanced to my right to see Remus standing with his arms crossed, his scary Remy-fied smirk set in place. Swallowing slowly and breathing a little to hard for comfort, I turned slowly back around to face Sirius, who was caught In between tying a towel he had summoned from the bathroom around his waist, and looking at me like a deer-in-headlights. Its funny
What's funny? Your extreme stupidity?
(That, and the fact that he still manages to look sexy even though he looks like he's going to puke...and how am I extremely stupid??? I didn't even (do) anything!!!)
Exactly! You just had a butt-naked Sirius Black basically presenting himself to you on the hallway floor, and not only did you not take advantage of that situation, but you didn't even manage to kiss him! I thought we decided that we weren't going to screw this up?
I got distracted, Remus was standing there being all Remussy(2) and I choked.
If you'd played your cards right you could've been choking on Sirius...oh well, lets just hope that the extreme amount of damage you've bound to have done is at least somewhat fixable.
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"My ass" I said, and I turned to look at him through the fingers that were running down my face. Our eyes locked, and as each second ticked past, I found it increasingly hard to look away. He was so beautiful, and his eyes were just so big...he had the cutest little freckle just off of his nose, and his nightshirt smelled like the fabric-softener that we used on the bed linen...
Suddenly he flinched and looked to the side to see Remus standing there with his know-it-all grin set in place. It was then that I realized just how close we were, and what almost happened, and that I was still naked... OH CHRIST! I quickly summoned a towel from the bathroom and hastened to tie it around my waist, chancing a glance up at him to find him already looking at me with an unreadable expression on his face. You've really done it this time Black; I thought we agreed that we weren't going to screw this up!?!?
I know I know, it's just...he's so beautiful, and I want him so much it hurts sometimes
I know you do, but things like this have to be gone about slowly. You only get one chance, and you don't want to scare him off, do you?
No, no, that's the (last) thing I want. I've never felt like this before...I'll behave myself, I promise, no more screw-ups
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Remus stepped in and closed the door to his room after watching Harry mumble something and run back into his bedroom, and Sirius sulk back into the bathroom. If Harry hadn't noticed me they'd probably be going at it on the floor right now It was obvious to Remus, and many other innocent bystanders, the way Harry and Sirius felt about each other. But they had all made a promise to stay well out of it and let them figure it out on their own. That had been about a year ago. Since then, there had been many hints thrown in their direction, and many obvious attempts made towards them by the other, but both were so quick to brush off anything short of a flashing neon billboard as coincidence that they had missed them all. It was getting rather sad; watching them silently devote themselves to each other while the other was completely oblivious.
That was why Him and Draco agreed to try and guide them in the direction of each other, without actually interfering, but it was getting to be kind of annoying for the two of them. There had been many of times since then that Remus had wanted to yell "Stop staring at Harry/Sirius" when they sat together for meals, and it drove him up the wall when they placed Remus in the middle of them when they went to the movies or walked around in shopping centers, but he obediently held his tongue. Besides, it was much more fun to tease them with the notion that he knew but Sirius/Harry didn't. Oh well, at least their actually capable of speech around each other now
I went around my bed to the closet, pulling out a comfortably lose pair of pants, but found no shirt that I wanted to wear. "I'll steal something off of Sirius."
I walked out and down the hall to his room and pushed open the door to find him sitting on his bed in naught but a pair of skimpy black boy-shorts, his arms around his pulled up knees, staring off into space. His hair was still hanging down, and it almost toughed the bed as it curtained his face. He was very attractive, with his dark features and his sullen since of humor; it was no wonder why Harry was so in love with him, and visa-versa. It hurt to see him in such a state of love sickness and heartache, but no matter how much he pushed, Sirius was the one who was ultimately going to have to make the decision.
I sighed and stepped into the room, throwing my jeans at him before I made my way to his dresser. They hit him in the side of his head and crumpled to the floor, and I turned to see him looking at me in confusion.
"They're called pants. An article of an ingenious invention called clothing." I stressed, gesturing at his majoral-nakedness.
He mustered a half smile. "I like being naked. I feel free."
I walked over and kneeled in front of him. "What's happened Sirius?"
He looked confused. "To what?"
"To you. What happened to the Sirius that went after what he wanted, fuck the consequences?"
His eyes hardened for a moment. "He died. Along with the rest of it... I don't know why this is so different, why I feel this way. I just know that if I rush this it could ruin everything. This, relationship, with Harry, could either be the best decision or the worst mistake that I've ever made, and I want to be sure that I'm ready, that he's ready, for anything or everything to happen...I need to be sure that we're ready."
This revelation took me aback. And here I was thinking that he was just to afraid to say anything Sirius is a lot more mature than you give him credit forI guess he is
I rested my forehead against his, my hands resting on his forearms, my eyes gazing into his. I tried to convey to him that I loved him, and that I would stand behind him no matter what he decided. But I also tried to tell him that if he didn't try this then he would end up regretting it for the rest of forever, and Merlin knows that we both have enough "what if we had's" on our plate to last us a while. I think he understood, because he gazed back at me for a while before he nodded his head slightly. I patted his knee and made my way back over to the open drawer, pulling out a random spandexy-looking black top before I closed it again.
"You never told me where we were going by the way." Sirius had told me the previous night to be ready at 1:00, but hadn't specified exactly what we were doing.
"I dunno. Out. Maybe it'll come to me when we get there." He muttered vaguely.
"What might come to you?"
"The plan." He said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
I furrowed my brow in confusion before my jaw dropped down to my feet in realization. I shut it quickly and turned my back to him. This must have something to do with that conversation he had with Harry a few nights ago!
Looks like he's finally going to stop being a prat and take your advice to take some of his own advice
Maybe he (is) maturing...looks like this is going to be a fun trip after all
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I can't remember what excuse I gave, but what ever it was seemed to work, because I got back to my room without any problems.
Or maybe they were to caught up in your extreme stupidity to notice you had gone anywhere
shut up this is going bad enough without your comments. I'm going to fix this, Draco is going to help me fix this
It would be better if you let him do it for you, but of course you won't, 'cause that would be the smart thing to do...
I chose to ignore that as I hurried around looking for clothes, getting ready to go down for something to eat, then out with Draco. It was already 12:30. After I spent a while fighting with myself in the mirror, I went down to the kitchen to find Sirius sitting in front of a basket of fresh blueberry muffins. He was wearing a simple pair of loose fitting black jeans and a red tee shirt, his hair left down but pulled back by a black band that blended with his hair. He seemed to be very happy about something as he munched on a muffin and orange juice, and smiled brightly at me as I pulled out a chair and sat down.
"Sup?" he greeted, as thought this morning had never happened. If he wasn't going to bring it up, then neither would I.
"Nothin' much," I replied, taking a muffin from the basket. "Still waiting for my brain to fully awake."
He chuckled. I hadn't noticed that Remus was in the room until I heard the oven door creak. Looking over, I got a face full of his ass as he bent over to take a tray of bacon from the oven. I kept looking, trying to gauge from his expression whether or not he was going to bring up the fact that I almost snogged his best friend, but he seemed to be just as over it as Sirius was, and I was grateful for it. I looked back at Sirius to see him looking into his orange juice with a slight scowl on his lips, but when he looked up at me it completely disappeared. He gave me a dazzling smile that sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't do anything at that moment but smile back at him.
Remus came over a few moments later carrying a plate stacked high with bacon, a motherly smile gracing his features. He looks good today was my immediate thought. He was wearing a form-fitting black shirt with sleeves stopping halfway down his forearms, and a pair of worn in light blue jeans. About an inch and a half of his flat stomach was showing, a result of the jeans being so low cut, and his hair was pulled back in the same manner that Sirius' was, a few loose curls falling into his eyes. I looked back at Sirius to find him scowling again as he bit into his bacon.
"Where are you dressed to go?" he asked me as he sat and poured himself a cup of juice.
"Nowhere special, just out with Draco. Might go shopping."
"Hmmmmm" Remus replied, looking pensive.
"What?"
"Nothing...Just, what is it with you and Draco?" he asked, flicking his eyes to Sirius.
I almost choked on my muffin. "Nothing," I managed to get out. "We're just friends."
"Oh." He asked, still looking at Sirius out of the corner of his eye.
"Why," I asked suspiciously. It wasn't like him to ask questions without purpose.
"No reason, just wondering." He said, shaking his head slowly.
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"I hope your not trying at set me up with him," Harry said. "'Cause I already like S-...omeone." He recovered quickly, looking over at Sirius in panic. My eyes widened, and I looked over at Siri to see if he had perhaps caught Harry's slip, but he was still staring into his juice, unaware that he had even spoken. While Harry seemed relived about that, I wasn't. I had purposely set that up, and what did he do? Ignore the entire thing. That moron! -grrr- Whatever plan he's come up with had better be good
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-mumblemumblemumlbeDracomumblefreindsshopping- was all that Sirius heard.
I can't believe this! I have to come up with a plan to get Harry to notice me, but all Rem has to do is waltz in here in a belly top and stick his ass in his face and he's drooling all over him! I dress like that all the time and I've never gotten that sort of a response!
Maybe he's gotten used to your slutyness. Now suck it up, he's not going to want to look at you if you've got that ugly frown on your face
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Oh...my...god. OH...MY...GOD. OHMYGOD! I can't believe I almost let that slip. Remus was looking as though he had just pulled a galleon out of his ass. God thing Sirius wasn't paying any attention.
That's not a good thing you dork, he looks pissed off
At that moment, Sirius plastered a huge smile onto his face. "Ha, ha, haaaa." was all he said before he grabbed several pieces of bacon and shoved them into his mouth. Remy hitched a brow.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he said in amusement, shaking his head fondly.
Sirius just shook his head, his shoulders shaking as he laughed into his cup. Well, at least he seems to feel better At that moment an owl with a large purple square package stopped just off of the window, hooting loudly. Remus, being closer to the window, got up to open it. When freed of its burden, it took off without waiting. Shrugging his shoulders, Remus turned the package over and read the label.
"To Mister Harry Potter...Manga Distributors Incorporated?" He looked at me in mock seriousness. "I thought we agreed to lay off the Japanese porn?" Sirius hacked juice all over the table.
I glared at Sirius, who was still coughing as he wiped the table, then at Remus. "It is not porn. It's Manga. Authentic Manga to be exact." I said as I took the package from him and started to unwrap it. Sirius coughed something that sounded like 'extreme nerdyness'. "I hope you choke to death." I shot at him. He smiled.
I unwrapped the paper and opened the brown box underneath to find the first ten(3) copies of my favorite Manga series; Fruits basket. Ginny introduced me to it sometime in 6th year, and I had become obsessed by the time the summer holidays came around. I had been waiting for this to arrive for almost a month now. Remus said that it was unhealthy for me to have such an unhealthy obsession with an inanimate object. Little did he know that my most unhealthy obsession was sitting right across from me, and he was very much alive and breathing. Talking one of the books out, I turned it and read the back cover. When I glanced up at Sirius, he was looking at the front cover of the book with what I was sure was a very unhealthily excited smile.
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The answer to my prayers had been answered in the form of a box of books. I never understood why Harry would want to curl up for an entire day and read the first 19 copies of Inu Yasha over and over again, but oh well. The character on the front of the book, Harry was looking at him like he would fuck him raw if he was real...I could look like that, I'm sure I could. All I need is my wand and a few articles of clothing...
"Hey Remus," I said, picking up the book Harry had put down and studying the character closely.
"Hm?" he said, looking from something Harry was showing him in one of the books.
"I think we should take a little shopping trip of our own."
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All right! How'd you guys like it? I'm not done with this chapter yet, but I figured that you guys were way over due. Thanx again for being so patient! The response I got for the first 2 chapters was amazing! The second part to chapter 3 should be up later this week (I'm trying to get as much done as I can while I have some down time).
Yes, it is possible to slip and fall on wet carpet. Trust me.
Can you guys tell just how much I enjoy making up words? Quirking up Remy's name is my favorite past-time
I realize that some of the info about the number of the books is wrong (colleen), but it works better with the story this way.
Thanx again you guys, and keep a look out for chapter 4 (3pt2)!