After much deliberation with my sister, she persuaded me to put up this little collection of drabbles I've written for the Canis Major group on Yahoo! This first one has no spoilers for the fifth book, but the next one - a three parter - was written in response to the book. You are forewarned. - Richan

Gravitation

by Richan

Warnings: fluff/humor

Summary: Sirius muses on Harry's birthday

AN: I was up, couldn't sleep, and was drawn (pun intended, no matter how bad it is) to this word. What sleep deprivation can do to a person... No spoilers for OotP in this one.

Dictionary Drabble response for the word: grav·i·ta·tion

Pronunciation: "gra-v&-'tA-sh&n

Function: noun

Date: circa 1645

1: a natural force of attraction that tends to draw bodies together:

GRAVITY 3a(2)

2: the action or process of gravitating


Sirius looked at Harry, whose face was flush and sweat ran in rivulets down his smooth cheeks. It never ceased to amaze him just how hot his lover was. Both sexually and physically. He would have to be a summer baby.

Still, even across the room he was tempted to bury his hands in the wild hair, the hair that looked liked they had just gotten out of bed. Even freshly out of the shower it was never flat, no matter how much gel Sirius used to get it so. Then they would go back in the shower and use the rest of the hot water, using the gel for something completely different.

"You're drooling, Sirius."

He looked at Remus, whose face was one giant smirk.

"I wouldn't be if someone hadn't arrived an hour early than he said to help with decorations, so I didn't get any this morning," he muttered under his breath.

An unrepentent grin was his answer. Instead, Remus jerked his head in Harry's direction. "How is it that, whenever you and Harry are in the same room, you end up together no matter what goes on?"

"It comes naturally," Sirius said in a distracted voice. He was more interested in watching Harry eat an eclair, taking the time to lick his fingers of the rich cream filling.

"Drool, Sirius. Drool."

He ignored the amused tone and made his way to the dessert table Harry was perusing.

"Would you like something sweet for dessert, Mr. Potter?" he asked in a sultry voice. "I may be persuaded to fulfill that whipped cream fantasy I know is floating around your head."

Green eyes laughed. "Aren't you forgetting about our guests?"

Sirius eyed the milling people for a moment. "I'm not. I'm just hoping that I could get you to forget." He waggled an eyebrow in a lewd manner.

He was interrupted by Remus, who had gotten everybody's attention with a loud chime. "A toast to the birthday boy!" The crowd cheered their wishes for a happy birthday to Harry. "Now that that's done, Sirius... I give you permission to give the birthday boy his birthday shag!"

Sirius decided this was as good a point as any to drag Harry out of the room. Cheeks flaming, two two wound their way back to the bedroom, warded it, and proceeded to follow Remus' advice, even if they wouldn't be able to look anybody in the face for quite a while.

Fin.