Ok, so I guess I kind of jumped the gun there huh? I guess since so many people are still reading this I WILL finish it. I'm sorry it takes so long to get chapters out now, but my brother recently discovered the wonders of instant messaging and is hardly ever off the computer. So, anyway. Thank you all soooooo much for the reviews! You don't know how much it means to me that people like my writing that much! And to reply to a couple, I WAS seriously going to quit, and I wasn't just trying to get people to review. Also, I forget who said it but whoever you are, you're right. I shouldn't be writing for others, I should be writing because I enjoy it. So thank you. Anyway, I happily present to you the 9th chapter of Simply Irresistible!

Harry sighed as her remembered his and Damian's conversation from yesterday.

"Harry, no. Not right now, not right here." Damian said gently as he cupped Harry's cheek in his soft palm.

"Why..?" Harry asked, nuzzling Damian's palm with his nose.

"Because I love you Harry. I love you more than anything or anyone, but you're confused. I've seen the way you look at Mr. Malfoy, with so much love and devotion in your eyes. Yet, I see how you look at me as well. You love us both. And I can't take you if I'm not sure that I'm going to be able to make your life full, and complete. Do you understand?" he asked gently and Harry nodded, trying to hold back his tears. He hated the hurt he saw on Damian's face. He hated himself for the way he felt.

"Mr. Potter! Mr. Potter!" came a very annoying drawl and Harry snapped his head up, torn from his reminiscing, to find Professor Snape and, indeed, the entire class staring at him. "Ah, he's awake. Now, Mr. Potter, since your nap time seems to be over, could you please tell me..."

:2 hours later:

"I don't know what to do Siri. How am I supposed to keep them from finding out about each other? I love them both and, o matter how hard I try, I can't seem to stay away from either of them. I don't know what to do!" Harry said, frustrated, pacing Sirius's room.

"Harry, I know how you feel. Why not sit them both down and explain the situation to them?" Sirius suggested and Harry looked at him as if he were mad.

"You're joking, right? With the tempers those two have? They'll probably end up having a duel to win me over! I can't have them frying each other's heads off!" Harry's face suddenly brightened and it was as if a lightbulb clicked on in his head.

"Harry? Harry, I don't like that look on your face..." Sirius said, cringing.

"Siri, how do you feel about me?" Harry asked, his voice dripping with sweetness.

"Harry, I see where this is going. No! I refuse! Absolutely not!" Sirius said, shaking his head vigorously to further his protest.

"Come on Siri! You're my only hope! Pleeeeeaaaaaase?" Harry said, pouting and batting his eyelashes.

Sirius groaned "Why do you get me into these kinds of situations!" he murmured and Harry pounced on him, grinning from ear-to-ear.

"Thank you Siri! You don't know how much this means to me! I love you!" he said, nuzzling Sirius's neck with his nose.

:Next day:

"WHY are you and Black holding hands...?" Draco asked, glaring.

"Yes, I would like to know the same..." Damian said, coking his head to one side.

Harry took in a deep breath and plastered a fake smile on his face. "I'm sorry, but I can't be with either of you. I've realized that I'm deeply in love with Sirius, and he feels the same. He has asked me to marry him..." Harry said and Sirius had to really fight not to roll his eyes.

Damian and Draco both wore identical looks of horror and shock. "But there must be some mistake! This is all so sudden! Are you under some kind of spell?" Damian asked and Draco looked at Harry suspiciously, obviously thinking the same thing.

"No, I'm afraid he isn't. We are very much in love. I'm sorry. I know he meant something to you." Sirius said, trying his best not to be sarcastic.

"Fine!" Was all Damian said, before he left the room, trying his best not to cry.

"Fuck you Harry! Fuck you! I knew you were a little fuckwit from the beginning Potter! I hate you!" Draco yelled, furious tears running down his cheeks.

Draco ran out of the room and slammed the door and Harry sank down onto the floor, exhausted. "My heart hurts Siri ..He said, clutching his chest.

"It'll be ok Harry . . . You'll see. When you master your powers, this pain will go away. I promise." he said, hugging Harry close.

"Shit, someone's coming. Come on, suck it up Siri." Harry said, pulling him close.

"Why can't we just hide?" Sirius groaned.

"Because, for people to believe us, they have to catch us together sometimes. Now come on, kiss me. Like you mean it." Harry said, and Sirius groaned again.

"Alright...I can't believe I'm going to kiss my godson.." he said sadly and suddenly pushed Harry up against the wall with his body, locking his mouth to Harry's.

"Mph!" was all the Harry got out, his startled yelp muffled br Sirius's mouth.

It took Harry a minute to calm down from the initial shock, but he leaned into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Sirius's neck, bringing him closer still.

Harry heard whoever it was turn the corner and plunged his tongue into Sirius's mouth. Sirius reluctantly responded, exploring Harry's mouth with mild interest.

"Oh for the love of! Will you two get a bloody room!" Came Draco's obviously irate voice and Harry and Sirius pulled apart only to see the hem of his robes as he whipped around the corner.

"Good, now that that's over with, can I have some kind of mint...or a tooth brush and toothpaste...or some mouthwash...?" Sirius asked, a rather odd look on his face. Harry giggled and conjured up some mouth wash.

"Siri I had no idea you were such a good kisser!" Harry said, only half-jokingly.

"Oh pah-lease! That was nothing! If I was REALLY kissing you, I'd already have you on your back!" Sirius said, then his eyes grew wide and he blushed at what he had just said. That was a VERY wrong thing to say to his Godson. . .

Harry sat in his History of Magic class, munching on some kind of muggle chip, while he listened to the sweet tones of Damian's voice. He had such a pretty French accent. He really missed hearing his name whispered out of those sweet, creamy lips. . . .

Sirius nudges his leg with his nose and Harry looked down to see the giant black dog practically salivating, staring at Harry's bag of chips. Harry rolled his eyes and poured some in his hand, bringing it down for the dog to eat out of. Sirius ate all of them in one slurp and looked up at Harry, pleading for more.

Harry decided he' have some fun with him. He grinned evilly and mouthed the word "Nope", shaking his head and sticking a chip in his mouth, chewing it slowly, closing his eyes.

Sirius nipped his leg and Harry jumped, spilling some of the chips into his lap.

Sirius got onto his hind legs and started eating the chips out from between Harry's legs. Harry's eyes grew wide and he blushed immensely, not even noticing Damian dismissing the rest of the class as he tried to calm down from the thought that Sirius was between his legs.

"Mr. Potter! What's going on over here! Mr. Black! None of that during class! What are you two doing over here in my class?" Damian yelped and Sirius suddenly realized what was going on and jumped away.

"Damian! I can explain! You see I was eating some chips and Sirius wanted some and I wouldn't let him have any and he bit me and I jumped and I spilt some on my lap and he was just eating them off and I swear nothing bad was going on so please don't think anything wrong and-" Harry finally took a breath, hoping that Damian at least got the basic gist of the conversation.

Damian glared at the two then walked away, giving them a look as he did so that said clearly "Get out of my classroom before I freeze your head and break it off"

Harry and Sirius quickly scampered out of the class.

It was now Christmas break and pretty much everyone had left the castle but Harry, Sirius, Draco, Damian and a few first years. Even some of the teachers had left, seeing as most of the students were gone.

Harry and Sirius were sitting in the Room of Requirement, roasting marshmallows by a fire and sitting on a nice, soft, squishy red sofa. It was peaceful and quiet and the two of them were just happy sitting in silence, enjoying the other's company.

Harry gently sat back, resting his head on Sirius's shoulder and smiling. Life was sweet and all of his troubles had been forgotten for the time being. Sirius wrapped his spare arm around Harry's shoulders and kissed him on his head, taking in the sweet sent that was distinctly Harry. He had never really noticed before but Harry seemed to smell of strawberries and cinnamon. He loved it.

Harry and Sirius walked up into the Griffindor common room, smiling and laughing and sopping wet from their snowball fight.

Harry peeled off his coat, shirt, scarf, and gloves, throwing them to the floor. Sirius did the same, sighing in relief as the warm air hit his cold skin. It felt lovely. He and Harry headed toward the dorms and were in the doorway when they couldn't go any further. Harry looked around, alarmed at not being able to move, but Sirius simply looked up and groaned. He tapped Harry on the shoulder and pointed up, so Harry could see the little thing of mistletoe hanging above them.

"W itch's Mistletoe...you can't move until you kiss the person you're stuck under it with..." Sirius mumbled and Harry gulped. It was one thing kissing Sirius to make people believe they were together, it was a completely different thing when they were alone and had no shirts on..

"Come on then, let's get it over with..." Sirius mumbled and pulled Harry's face up to kiss him.

Sirius brought his mouth down on Harry's soft, sweet lips and Harry sighed into the kiss. It was so warm..Neither of them really realized that they could move. They wrapped their arms around each other and pushed up against one-another, deepening the kiss. Harry moaned as Sirius plunged his tongue into his mouth, exploring every corner and crevasse. Sirius tried to move forward more but ended up causing them both to fall over, Sirius landing on top of Harry. But niether of them cared and they continued their kiss.

It was so unlike the kisses they'd shared before. While those were cold, and reluctant, forced even, this one was warm, and loving, inviting and passionate. Harry ran his hands up Sirius's back and pushed his hips up into Sirius's. He wanted him, badly. And Harry could feel that Sirius wanted him too.

Ok so that was chappie nine. If you don't like this, I'll make the next chapter explain what happened and make it so it's like they don't really want to, it's a dream, something like that. Let me know what you think! Love you all!