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Chapter 7

Things were not that eventful, and Sirius found that it was great to have Harry around. He missed him, and it was good to have him around again. Things were going pretty well, for the most part of course, until one night.

Everyone was in bed; it was late at night. Sirius was up, in the living room, waiting. For Remus, actually. Remus and Sirius had rarely any time to be alone, and Sirius made Remus promise to come back later, after everyone was asleep, so they could be alone properly. Remus, unable to deny Sirius, agreed.

So, there was Sirius, waiting. He was beginning to think that Remus had changed his mind when… He heard a slight pop, and a little creek. He looked excitedly towards the entryway, and in walked Remus. Sirius smiled. "I was beginning to think you weren't going to show."

Remus smiled apologetically. "Sorry about that." He said. "I didn't mean to, I – "

Sirius walked over, and gingerly laid two fingers on Remus' lips silencing him. "You don't need to explain. You're here now." Sirius replaced his fingers with his lips, gathering them in a passionate kiss, to which Remus eagerly responded. Sirius laid a hand on Remus' waist, and guided him towards a wall that was in plain view of the stairs, which went unnoticed by the men who were currently… preoccupied.

Remus laid one hand on Sirius' waist, and one on his back, which only brought them closer. Sirius slid one hand Remus' chest, lightly feeling the scars that were on his chest. His fingers found Remus' nipples, and he lightly ran his fingers over them in the way that he knew made Remus moan, which it did, ever so softly.

Sirius pressed Remus up against the wall, pressing his body up against his. Remus slid a hand underneath Sirius' shirt. It hurt him to feel all of the bones, because Sirius was so thin, but Remus had many other things on his mine, and he soon forgot about his worries, as Sirius's lips moved from his lips to his neck, lightly sucking on the soft flesh that was there.

Remus moaned softly. He had forgotten how good it felt for Sirius to be kissing him like this. Why did I ever wait this long? Suddenly Remus' logical side took over, and he said, in between moaning from Sirius's attentions, which were now, along with Sirius kissing his neck, moving southward, "We shouldn't be here. Someone could see us."

"Maybe we should go upstairs." Sirius replied, before going back to kissing Remus' neck, as his hand rubbed Remus' more… sensitive body parts. "To my room."

Remus moaned. "Not a bad idea." His moan turned into a giggle.

Harry felt himself somewhat parched late in the night, so he got up, and began to walk downstairs. He started to hear some noises but ignored them for the most part. Until of course, he heard the last part of a conversation, between two voices he definitely knew…

"We shouldn't be here. Someone could see us."

"Maybe we should go upstairs. To my room."

He heard something that sounded like a… moan? "Not a bad idea." The moan turned into a view.

At first, Harry thought he might be imagining things, but then he stepped off the stairs. In full view, were his godfather, Sirius Black, and his ex-professor, Remus Lupin, in a very… private, and compromising situation.

He stood there, frozen. Remus saw him first. Remus froze, and pushed Sirius off him. Sirius looked behind him, and saw why Remus was so upset.

"I told you this was a bad idea." Remus said. "You should have listened, and not talked me into this! I'm going home." With that, Remus apparated out of the house, Sirius unable to stop him.

Sirius reached out, but Remus had left anyway. He put his head in his hands, as Harry said, "I think I'll just go to bed," no longer wanting something to drink.

Sirius reached his hand out. "No, don't." He said. "Please, Harry, stay. Let me explain this to you as best as I can." Both of his hands feel to his sides. Harry froze, and didn't move. "Let's go and sit in the living room, alright?" Sirius walked into the living room, Harry followed dumbly, not really know what to say.

Sirius sat down on the couch, and Harry sat down near him. "I'm sorry you had to see that, Harry." Sirius said softly. "That was not how I wanted you to find out."

"Find out about what?" Harry said slowly and carefully.

"Remus and I." He said. "We're a couple, Harry." He looked at him. "We got together during our 6th year at Hogwarts."

Harry stared at Sirius blankly, evidently still in a state of shock. Who could blame him? He stuttered, "You mean… you mean that you're… you both… you are…"

"Gay?" Sirius finished for him. He nodded "Yes, we are. I wasn't always, but… I have been for quite a while now."

Harry looked forward, away from Sirius, and swallowed. "This is… a lot… to digest." He said, his voice soft.

Sirius sighed, and looked down at his feet. "I know." He said. "I'm sorry you had to find out like this. Remus and I both planned to tell you eventually, but… neither of us had any intention of you finding out like this." Sirius was ashamed, to be frank, and embarrassed. Remus had been right… They should have been more careful. A lot more.

"Do the Weasleys know?" Harry asked, looking back at Sirius.

Sirius looked up at Harry. "Arthur and Molly do, but none of the kids know." Sirius answered.

"Do they… mind?" Harry asked him, a bit hesitant.

Sirius shook his head. "No, they don't." He said. Harry nodded, looking away again. Sirius put a hand on his shoulder. "I hope you don't either. Look, Harry, I know this might be a bit uncomfortable, but it has nothing to do with you. Like I said, we've been together for quite a long time." He let his hand slip of Harry's shoulder. "I understand if it takes you a while to get used to, Harry. Your dad, though… James was quite accepting after a short while."

That caused Harry to look at Sirius, slightly surprised. "My dad knew?" He asked, the surprise evident in his voice.

Sirius nodded. "Yeah. Remus and I were being kind of… obvious and stupid about the whole thing, and your dad was the one that convinced me to tell him. He thought that Remus liked me, based on our behavior, and he was right."

"The whole thing?" Harry asked, confused.

Sirius smiled. "The fact that we were both men, and I was supposedly a ladies' man. All of that." Harry nodded. Sirius put his hand on his shoulder again. "How are you taking this? I'm sorry again."

"It's alright." Harry said. "I knew that there were, you know, people that liked those of the same gender – I heard my Aunt and Uncle talking about them, they hate them – but I just never, you know, and then…" Harry was still having trouble digesting what he'd seen.

Sirius gave him a patient smile. "I understand." He said.

After a short while, Harry was quite silent, but he spoke, saying, "Lupin seemed… kind of upset."

"Yeah, he thought it was a bad idea." Sirius said. "He was right. Maybe one of these days I'll listen to him."

Harry smiled. "Will he forgive you?"

"Oh, yes." Sirius said. "He never stays mad at me for very long. We'll make up tomorrow, most likely." Harry nodded. Sirius leaned in towards him, again laying a hand on his godson's shoulder. "Harry, I want to make sure that you know that this has nothing to do with you. We've been together for a long time. Things are just.. Slightly different with all of you around. You were bound to find out sooner or later, anyway. Remus and I are… somewhat obvious."

"Yeah, I've kind of noticed." Harry said. "I guess I just thought, you know… That it wasn't possible."

Sirius nodded. "Well, it's late, and I think we should both get to bed. You can sleep on it, and if you want, we'll talk about it in the morning. Alright?"

Harry nodded. "Alright." He said. They both got up, and with their goodnights, went to bed, although it took a while for Sirius to fall asleep, although he was certain that Remus would forgive him. He always did.