Cathy's arms snaked round my neck and she kissed the back of it, rubbing herself against me. Ali was somewhere down at my feet pulling the last of my clothes off and sliding her body against mine. Both girls had bared their breasts but were still wearing their panties and their stockings and garters. Cathy looked better but I preferred Ali in bed. She just did it to me and did not require me to have any input. It was an easy relationship because I was using them to drown my sorrows and they were using me for money.

I could not think. All I could remember was Draco's offer.

"I can get you out you know. We would work so well together seeing as we both know that the people we love are unavailable. Seriously Ron, you're a great guy, you don't need this. I'll see ya." I could not get that out of my head.

I stretched back and bucked my hips impatiently for the girls to start so that I could forget. My body was floppy with drink and my penis flaccid. Cathy climbed up onto the table and began to stretch her body and dance to the slow music, her breasts reaching out to me like little puppy dogs.

Ali took me into her mouth and I felt myself stir. At last. I leaned back and gave my body up to the sensation, my body writhing in shame at how I was ignoring myself.

I regarded the sleeping Sirius and trailed his hands through the warm dark hair that traced lightly over his slim, muscular chest which rose and fell rhythmically. His arms were clasped above his head and his neck was stretched to one side. One of his legs was entwined in mine and the other was lying easily over the bed. He looked so incredibly sexy lying there that I felt myself become exited just looking at him.

I leaned down and licked at his penis gently. He stirred and turned over but did not wake up. In the next five minutes I used all the skill and experience I had ever gained, licking, teasing, fulfilling. At some point during the process Sirius woke up and it ended in him screaming my name and coming into my mouth, spilling it all over his own chest, which I promptly licked up. Just how I liked it.

"Mmm yeah. Good. Nice. What was that for Harry, what is it you want?" I screwed up my face as if it were a very hard question. In the end I replied,

"You. And I was hungry."

"You saucy-" But I had already hopped off the bed and was running into the kitchen naked, laughing and giggling. He cornered me near the fridge and kissed me, stroking my errection. At that point I nearly surrendered but instead I flicked his arse with a tea towel and sprinted back, jumping over the back of the couch, giving Sirius a perfect opportunity to repay me for my misbehaving with his own tea towel. I yelped and landed on the couch somewhat less gracefully than intended. A split second later Sirius landed on top of me and I groaned in excitement as his full weight landed on top of mine. He discarded his tea towel and applied his tongue to my cock. I however hung onto mine, spanking him with it as he teased me slowly. Quickly, he speeded up and I came, my muscles failing to flick the towel against him in appreciation it was so intense.

"You bad boy. Now we are going to be late for Hermione's wedding!"

"Oooh shit you're right. Well you weren't exactly complaining…"

"Shut the whining and get in the shower." Sirius flicked me on my way in with the towel and I yelped again as I hopped in sharpish. He followed me in. "No sex. I refuse to let you tease me and make us even later." I pouted and reluctantly began washing myself, jumping out five minutes later and pulling my tux on, watching Sirius out of the corner of my eye.

We apparated to Godrick's hollow to find Hermione looking totally gorgeous in a tight red gown and her hair all done. She rushed to us and hugged me, kissing me on the cheek and squeezing me very hard. She wrapped her arms around Sirius's waist and he patted her head awkwardly.

"Hiya you guys come in, it's all going so well! Most people are already here but Draco and Ron aren't yet. Oh and Seamus and Dean…are there, I must go and say hello, bye!" Harry and Sirius laughed and walked into the huge tent that was standing on the grass. At once they were showered with greetings from the Weasley family, Lupin, Tonks, Mad-eye Moody and Kinsley Shacklebolt. Dumbledore was standing over the other side of the room talking to Hermione's parents who were smiling nervously at the scene. For a few minutes Harry was engaged in making the greeting rounds, kissing and shaking hands with everybody he knew and was just approaching Cho when he saw Ron over the other side of the room. Harry's mouth dropped open.

Ron looked clean and neat in a black shirt and jacket with black trousers. He was not drinking and neither was he flanked by Ali and/or Cathy. Instead, walking calmly by his side, holding his hand and smiling around and the scene was…no it couldn't be…Draco.

Draco was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, the shirt casually open and his hair neat and perfect as usual. Harry immediately changed direction (causing Cho to sigh in disappointment and turn back to her friend) and headed towards them. Both of them looked ecstatic to see him and he hugged both, kissing each on the cheek and congratulating them on their partnership. The tiny Draco monster inside him reared and then crumpled in acceptance. It was always likely, he should have guessed. He turned around, saw Sirius and felt a warm rush and could not help smiling.

It was a clear night. Sirius and I were swaying slowly under the moon. It was midnight and Hermione and Krum had disapparated to Bulgaria for their Honeymoon. Ron and Draco were dancing nearby, avoiding talking to each other. I could feel Sirius's breath on my ear and snuggled into his embrace, wrapping my arms around him and burying my face in his warm chest. He was singing soft and low in my ear in his deep husky voice and holding me close.

"Carry me down into the water of love…" I breathed in the warm scent of cinnamon and grass and sighed with love. He was so perfect…

They looked so happy together. Holding Ron in my arms I closed my eyes and longed for him to be Harry. For Harry to love me as he loved Sirius, to look at me as he looked at Sirius. The way he had never looked at me even when we were together. I felt a pain in my chest and knew that the tiny voice inside Harry that loved me was dying. That I would die with it. Hold on, little baby, I'm counting on you. I clung to Ron and imagined he was Harry. I felt a smile appear on my face and ran my hands over his strong muscles, his smooth brown skin, his rumpled gorgeous hair, his rough, manly cheeks. But he did not moan as I knew Harry would have done. He grunted and grumbled,

"Draco. That tickles." I sighed and loosened my grip on him. I would never have Harry. No. I will. I will because I must. Hold on.

Oooh poor Draco! Harry loves Sirius what shall we do…at least Hermione's happy! And Harry! And Sirius! Any ideas for upcoming chapters?