A/N- Sorry it took so long to update! School was crazy this past semester. But here ya go, chapter 3. I hope you like it! My other stories will also be updated within the next week, just to let you know. Also I have a new website- Malfoymenace. - Check it out.

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Chapter 3- I'd love to turn you on

"Potter, get up."

Harry didn't stir. Draco ran a nervous hand through his hair. He needed to tell somebody what an idiot he was. After a brief inner monologue, he came to the conclusion that Harry would probably get the most enjoyment out of the news.

"Potter!" Draco whispered loudly in said boys ear. Harry shifted a bit and let out a low moan. Draco cocked an eyebrow at the noise. He knew that noise. It wasn't your average, run of the mill 'I'm tired, stop trying to wake me up', rumbly, fuck off, sleep noise. Oh no, it was one of those oh so famous 'just a little lower and I will a happy camper in the morning' moans.

"Potter…" Draco purred as he climbed into the bed next to the unsuspecting Gryffindor. Granted he was in a state of crisis, but when something this good is practically served to you on a silver platter… well it was just to rich to pass up. He ran his hand slowly over the boys chest, only to have him arch into the touch. He leaned down so his hair tickled his victim's forehead and blew hot air into his ear.

"Harrrry…..mmmmmmm." Poor Harry could only thrust his hips forward and groan. Might as well get his own laugh before he hands Harry his. Before Draco could do anything more Harry moaned a name. Draco burst out laughing, waking Harry from his sleep. From the bulge in the sheets, his waking was a bit premature.

"Malfoy! What the hell!"

"Ginny? You want to fuck the Weaslette?" Draco had stopped laughing, but was still grinning like a mad man.

"Oh, fuck you. What the hell are you doing in her anyway?" Harry shifted, pushing on his lower abdomen, trying to get his erection to go down.

"I have a problem."

"And I care why?"

Draco sighed and ran his hand through his hair for what seemed to be the fiftieth time. He looked Harry in the eye and let out a shaky breath. His companion was a bit beside himself. The ever calm, always cold Slytherin was nervous to the point of puking. This had to be good. The inner snake in him sang the praises of revenge as Draco dealt with his inner turmoil.

"Well…"

"IkisssedSirius."

"What? You did what!"

"I kissed Sirius." Draco restated, burying his face in his hands.

"Yeah, that's what I thought you said," Harry said in a strangled voice. " Wha….how! Like, seriously, Malfoy, how did you manage that? What did you do?"

"We were talking and then I just did it. I don't know what to do."

"Look, I don't know what you decided to tell me, but frankly, I don't know what you expect me to do." Harry felt bad for Draco, really he did. But what the hell was he supposed to do about it, honestly?

"I Just, I don't know! I'm freaking out. I've buggered everything up completely. He'll probably never want to speak to me again."

"I doubt that. He's not the type to dismiss a person because they have feelings for him. He's probably flattered, shocked, but flattered."

"So what should I do?" Draco asked franticly, grabbing Harry by the shirt.

"Wait till tomorrow, and them talk to him. I'm sure everything will be okay. So stop freaking out," Harry finished, tucking himself back under his covers. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to finish a dream I was previously engaged in."

"Right, you get back to your red head." Draco jumped off the bed and sauntered over to the door. "Oh and, thanks, I guess."

"Yeah, no problem. Now go away."

Draco was awoken by his mother early the next morning. The moment he opened his eyes, the butterflies in his stomach tried to escape through his throat. There was going to be a meeting with Dumbledore in the parlor in less than an hour. He was going to have to face Sirius. In no way, shape, or form was he ready to face him. The poor lad had barely gotten to sleep when his mother came barging in with a huge grin on her face.

"Why the hell is she so happy?' Draco thought out loud as he washed his face. After a quick glance in he mirror to check his hair, he headed into the hall to meet his doom. Harry was on his way down as well and they met each other at the stairs.

"Sleep well, Potter?" Draco asked, his voice thick with innuendo.

"Yes, quite. You slept horridly, I presume," The brunet said, sounding passive.

"Right you are," Draco said looking passive, but sounding miserable.

"Look, I'm sure everything will be fine. Who knows? It might even work out."

"Oh sure, what are the chances of that?"

"Slim to none, I would imagine."

"Would you mind, awfully, to be slightly supportive in my time of crisis?."

Harry laughed as they walked into the parlor, only to be shut up immediately by the scene in front of them. Sweet, kind, innocent Professor Lupin had Draco's mother up against the table near the fire place, snogging her silly. Draco nearly vomited at the sight. So that's whys he was so happy. Granted, he was pleased his mother was ditching dear old dad, but come on! He could feel Harry shaking with laughter next to him.

"This isn't a laughing matter Potter!" Draco's outburst shocked the couple out of their splendor; their shocked faces only making Harry laugh more.

"You'll get used to it eventually," a deep voice from behind them said. Sirius walked into the room, hopping onto the couch. "James and I were always walking in on them during inopportune moments."

"In fact, I would say you made a habit of it," Remus retorted, taking a seat across from his friend.

"But of course, my dear Mooney. Your face was always priceless." Sirius looked over to the boys still standing in the doorway, waving his hand, motioning for them to come in. "Sleep well Harry?"

"Yes, quiet."

"Why don't you tell them why, Potter?" Draco said, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, if you would let me finish Malfoy, why don't I tell them why I was woken up briefly, first." Draco paled.

"Morning Draco." If the boy could pale any further, he would have. And did Harry notice a pink tinge to Sirius' cheeks?

"Morning, Sirius."

Before Sirius could ask him if he slept well, which is what he was going to do, Dumbledore came in, looking rather amused.

"Well, well. Wasn't I rather surprised when I had gotten news that our dearly departed Sirius, was no longer, shall we say, departed. Now, as we all know, he has been declared dead."

"Wait, you declared me dead!"

"What else were we supposed to do., Siri?" Remus asked, sounding defeated.

"I don't know, hold out a bit, just in case something of this nature happened."

"The important thing is now to get everything straightened out." Dumbledore said, cutting Sirius off. "Now, I know that all of you here are worried about the repercussions of all of this. And I sure you, no one will know what happened and why. I don't condone what you did. But I do realize that desperate times call for desperate measures. As far as I know, Fudge doesn't know about the vale. So, what are some suggestions on how to keep this under wraps?"

"Aren't I still in hiding, though? I mean, I can't go out anyway." Sirius said matter-of-faclty.

"Didn't we tell you? Fudge saw Pettigrew, and so did several aurors. You were exonerated." Sirius sat there, stunned. No, no one had told him. He was free. No more hiding, no more lies, now he could put all of his plans into action. He jumped out of his seat, picked Harry up and spun him around.

"I can't believe it! I'm so happy I could kiss you!" Harry laughed at Sirius' exclamation and whispered in his ear, "perhaps you should save that for Draco." His godfather pulled back and sat him back down, looking at Harry with a shocked look oh his face. The young man winked and took his seat again.

"How about we just go about it by not saying anything. Leave out as many details as possible. He doesn't need to know, and now that it's out that I wasn't lying the whole time, Fudge looks like a right ass. I'm sure he doesn't really have a lot of credit to his name now. Perhaps it could work."

"I think Harry has something here. We can simply say he was taken by death eaters, and upon a raid we found him." Remus added enthusiastically.

"Yeah, make it sound really dramatic, he was beaten and tortured for information, but his love for me kept him from giving anything up," Harry finished and an over acted sigh. "Let's make him seem like a hero. It will also give us time to come up with a fool proof story."

"Sounds good to me for now. Will you all please excuse Harry and I? I do believe we need to have a bit of a chat." The other people in the room nodded and slowly left the room. Draco have him a sympathetic look. He knew what they were doing would come back on Harry the most. It was okay for him to kill cold-heartedly. He was a Malfoy. But Harry couldn't afford to be evil. When everybody had left Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"I want to know what you were thinking when you were doing it," Dumbledore said. He wasn't asking, and Harry knew it.

"Honestly. I wanted her dead. I would have done it sooner or later for what she did to Sirius. And I know what you're thinking. I don't want to kill. It doesn't come naturally. If it were any other person I wouldn't have participated. But I just wanted Sirius back so badly. I…" Harry broke off. He hated talking about his feelings, especially when they had to do with Sirius. Sure he was back, but the memory of him dying was still fresh in his mind, and it still hurt like hell. "I really don't think I will be able to win this war without him. I knew what I was doing when I agreed to this. I knew I was killing. But when it came down to it, my choices were either fight at the state I was in without him and loose, practically sentencing all those I love to death. Or kill once, get him back and fight with him; because then hopefully I will only have to kill one other. And in doing so, I save everyone that is important to me."

Dumbledore nodded as he listened. Harry really hated the man. Well maybe not hate, strongly disliked. He still didn't trust him. But he was going to help them with Sirius, so it did get him off the shit list. What he was saying wasn't a complete lie. He really did need Sirius to win. Really, he needed Sirius to live. If he had to go back to school and be lone, having to listen to Hermione go on and on about how he needed to share his feelings; he would have eventually thrown himself out of the astronomy tower. Was Harry suicidal, maybe only a little. He knew that one more heavy blow and he would have been broken.

"Well then, my boy. I think that's all I wanted to know. But let me tell you this. I know that you are angry with me for keeping things from you. And I understand why. But please understand that I am not perfect, and I also make mistakes. I wont allow you to join the order; you are still to young." Harry was about to intervene, but Dumbledore help up his hand to silence him. "But, I will not bar any other member from, shall we say, having conversations with you." Dumbledore winked at Harry and stood. "Even though you are a year or so to young to join, you are not to young to listen."

Draco tried to get out of the vicinity as fast as possible. There was no was he was mentally capable to being rejected right now. He felt like such a pounce. It was obvious that Sirius was just trying to be nice; act like nothing had happened. He was just going to casually go up to his room and slide under the covers of his bed and die. Yes that's right, die. But not without fist sending an incriminating letter about Potter and his fantasies to Ginny. Go out with a bang, he always said. But before he could inter into the convertible confines of his room, he heard it.

"Draco, I think we need to talk." Damn!

"Look, there's really nothing to talk about. I got carried away and did something stupid. I'm sorry. If you want to pretend it never happened, I'm okay with that." There was a long pause; the pause eventually became on uncomfortable silence. Draco hadn't looked at him once during his spiel.

"Do you regret it?" Draco's head snapped up in surprise. That's when he actually got a good look at the man. Sirius was standing there wringing his hands together, with a pathetic look on his face.

"No," The blond answered quietly. Sirius nodded and took a step forward. Before Draco knew what was going on, Sirius' lips were on his.

The kiss was soft and gentle, almost chaste. When it ended, Draco looked into the eyes of a man who had surely lost it.

"No, I'm not crazy. I need to live a little, and if that means spending a little intimate time with a beautiful blond then so be it." Sirius kissed Draco to prove his point. "I hope you don't mind.

"Not at all." There was the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs, and Sirius looked about really to book it. So Draco thought fast. "Would you like to come in?"

"I'd love to."