Here is the second chapter.I'm so sorry about how late it is, but with my last year of high school everything is really busy and i have so much homework. But from now on i will try harder to get the chapters written in a timely fashion. i know how irritaing it is when authors don't update for ages and once more I'm so sorry. But, please enjoy and my apologises for the lack of sex.
Harry paced his room at Grimmauld place nervously. His stomach was twisting into knots and he felt like he was going to throw up. His heart was thumbing at twice his normal rate and his mouth was as dry as sandpaper. For the first time since the Christmas holidays had started, it was just him and Sirius.
Harry knew today was the only chance he would get to tell Sirius about his relationship with Draco but that didn't make it any easier. All he wanted to do was hide away in a dark corner somewhere but he knew sooner or later it would come and he wanted Sirius to hear it first from him. Sighing, he faced the mirror in his room and began to practice how he was going to tell Sirius.
"Sirius, there's something we nee to talk about."
No, that wasn't it.
"Sirius, I'm seeing someone."
No.
"I'm gay!"
Probably shouldn't shout at him.
Harry growled in frustration and kicked his trunk, causing pain to explode through his foot.
"Shit! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he swore, jumping up and down until the pain receded.
"Are you okay?"
Harry spun around and froze, staring at Sirius. Sirius was standing in his doorway looking at him oddly, amusement shinning in his eyes. Harry felt his heart skip a beat and began to panic. Had Sirius heard him talking to himself?
"Huh?" he asked dumbly.
"I heard you swearing from the hallway, I just came to see if you were ok." he explained slowly, leaning against the doorway casually.
Harry felt himself relaxing at Sirius's completely normal behaviour, oblivious to what Harry had been doing.
"Yeah I'm fine. Just kicked the trunk." Harry laughed nervously, avoiding eye contact.
Sirius laughed in understanding, he'd done that more then once.
"Ok, lunch is ready when you're hungry."
"You made lunch?" Harry asked shocked, Sirius could barely make a cup of coffee.
"I can cook lunch! I'm not completely useless!" Sirius said, sounding offended but the sparkle in his eyes said otherwise.
What are we having?" Harry asked suspiciously.
"Come down and find out."
Harry rolled his eyes and smiled, "I'll be done in a minute."
Sirius left the room with a smile and wink. Harry paced as his nerves returned full force. Sirius was the only the family he had left, what if he lost him? What if he kicked him out, or hated him?
"I can do this. If Draco can tell his father, I can tell Sirius." he muttered to himself softly.
On his way down to the kitchen he took a moment to enjoy the empty house. Since the end of the war it was no longer used for Order meetings but for some reason it was always full of people even through technically he and Sirius were the only ones who lived there.
The closer he got to the kitchen, the quicker his heart beat and by the time he actually made it through the kitchen door and sat down at the table he could have sworn he was having a heart attack. Sirius was waiting for him and placed a plate down in front of him and Harry couldn't contain a laugh. Lunch consisted of leftovers from the night before, from the dinner Harry had cooked.
"Tell me again how you cooked this?" Harry teased.
Sirius blushed and shrugged.
"I warmed it up, same thing."
"Of course it is."
Sirius glared at him and started eating his sandwich. Harry smiled and nibbled at his half heartedly. He should be hungry, he'd slept through breakfast but his stomach was twisting itself into knots. Sirius was halfway through his second sandwich when he looked up to see Harry had barely touched his. Swallowing his mouthful, he put the sandwich down and looked at Harry thoughtfully.
"Alright Harry, spill."
"Hmm?" Harry looked up.
"I know you well enough to know when something is wrong." Sirius explained, worried at Harry's absentminded behaviour.
Harry swallowed and licked his dry lips. It was now or never.
"Um….there's something I need to tell you." he admitted shakily.
"You can tell me anything." Sirius assured him.
"I know! I just don't want you to hate me." Harry whispered.
This was harder then he had thought it would be, the words kept catching in his throat. Sirius reached across the table and squeezed Harry's hand tightly.
"There is nothing you could tell me that would make me hate you Harry. Nothing."
Harry took a deep breath a prepared himself.
"I've been seeing someone."
"Harry that's brilliant! Why were you nervous about….oh, she's pregnant." Sirius said, sounding sorry for him.
Harry jolted in his chair, eyes wide.
"No! god no! I haven't gotten anyone pregnant!" Harry yelped, horrified at the thought.
Sirius frowned and cocked his head to one side, looking confused.
"oh, well then what is it?"
"The person I've been seeing is a..." Harry paused, angry at himself when the words just wouldn't come.
"A what Harry? I promise you, nothing you say could shock me, I've done it all at least once." Sirius chuckled.
"A boy."
"A what?"
"I have a boyfriend." Silence descended on the table as Sirius sat there dumbstruck.
Harry watched as he sat there blinking an frowning, opening and closing his mouth repeatedly.
"Sirius?" Harry prompted timidly.
"Yeah. Give me a minute Harry, that's a lot to take in." Sirius stuttered.
Harry nodded and leaned back in his chair, glad that part was over with, now all he had to do was tell him the rest.
"Ok Harry, I want you to know I have no problem with you being gay or bi or whatever and you can talk to me about anything. But I gotta tell you I am in way over my head." Sirius explained as he recovered from the initial shock.
Harry laughed, happy that Sirius was taking it so well.
"So...your boyfriend, what's he like?" Sirius asked, slightly uncomfortable.
"He's amazing. He makes me so happy." Harry told him, happy for the chance to put in a few good words for Draco.
"Do I know him?" Sirius asked eagerly, seeing the happiness in Harry's eyes.
"Kinda. You're related to him." Harry was hoping at this point that if he dropped enough clues Sirius would figure it out himself and save Harry the trouble.
Sirius froze and panic started to bubble inside him. Related? His entire family were lunatics, Death eaters and psychopaths. Not to mention old enough to be Harry's father. All except...
"The Malfoy spawn." Sirius growled.
"Yep!" Harry chirped, surprised at how high pitched his voice was capable of going.
Sirius felt anger riding in him but managed to push it down by taking a deep breath, but the repression caused his body to begin to shake making Harry wince.
"Just one question?" Sirius smiled tightly.
"Yes?" Harry asked cautiously.
"Of all the boys in Hogwarts, why did you choose to date the spawn of evil?" Sirius growled, trying hard to keep his anger in check.
"You hate me don't you?" Harry whimpered, deciding a little manipulation was needed.
Sirius sighed and felt his anger disperse at the sound of Harry's heart broken whisper.
"No Harry, I don't hate you. I could never hate you. I just don't understand how this happened."
"Neither do I! I didn't just wake up one day and decide to date the person who had made me miserable for the better part of six years!"
"Then what did happen?"
"He changed! We both did. We learnt to live with each other and one thing led to another. it wasn't serious at first, stolen kisses in shadowed corridors." Harry explained, smiling softly at the memory.
"How did it turn serious?" Sirius whispered.
"I realised I felt something for him, something deeper than just attraction. I was terrified he didn't feel the same way, but he did. I never thought Draco Malfoy of all people would be the perfect boyfriend. And Sirius? You of all people should know that a surname doesn't define you."
"You love him." Sirius teased, enjoying Harry's blush.
Sirius might not have any knowledge about boyfriends but he could see that special look in Harry's eyes.
"I do, he's everything to me. I know how co-dependent that sounds but it's true." Harry admitted, blush still holding strong.
"How long have you two been together?" he asked curiously, leaning over the table and closer to Harry.
"Sirius..." Harry muttered, unsure whether to have that particular conversation with him, not knowing where it would lead.
"Harry as your godfather it is my duty to make you as uncomfortable as possible by asking many awkward questions about your love life." Sirius teased, reminding Harry of a sixteen year old and not the middle aged man he was.
"A year." Harry answered reluctantly, knowing Sirius wasn't going to let it go.
"A year? Wait, that means...aww, my little Harry isn't a virgin anymore!" Sirius yelled excitedly.
"Sirius!" Harry was mortified and his blush was becoming darker my the second.
"What? Sex is awesome, I'm allowed to be happy for you!" Sirius grinned.
Harry huffed and rolled his eyes in irritation but he couldn't contain a small smirk, glad Sirius was taking it so well.
"What's it like?" he asked suddenly.
"Ummm…what?" Harry squeaked , not sure he'd heard right.
"What's the sex like?" Sirius repeated.
Harry stared at him in shock and stuttered as he tried to formulate a intelligent answer.
"What do you mean? It's sex! You've had sex before!"
"Of course I have, but never with a man. I want to know if there's any difference."
"This is the most disturbing conversation I've ever had." Harry mumbled.
"Oh come on! Who else are you gonna talk about this stuff to?" Sirius pushed.
Harry groaned and covered his face with his hands.
"At first it's really uncomfortable and painful but then after your body relaxes it's really amazing and perfect and worth all the pain." Harry summarised, not wanting to go into details.
"Sounds like too much trouble to me, I think I'll stick to girls." Sirius muttered, scrunching his nose in distaste.
"You do that Sirius." Harry chuckled.
Sirius laughed and began to eat his lunch once more and so did Harry. Now that he'd told Sirius his nerves were gone and he was able to enjoy Sirius's company without guilt. Sirius finished first and pushed his plate away with a content sigh.
"I'm happy for you." he said finally, when Harry had finished his own sandwich.
"Thank you."
"I'm glad you've found someone."
"So am I. Although there is one more thing I need to tell you." Harry admitted.
"What else could you possibly have to tell me? Wait! Let me guess! You and Malfoy had a threesome with Snape?" Sirius joked.
"No. Draco asked me to move in with him after we graduate."
"And?"
"And…..and I said yes."
"You know what that means?"
"What?"
"You get to do the dishes."
"Why do I have to do them?" Harry protested loudly
'Because you have to learn how to be a good little house wife." he teased.
"Piss off!" Harry joked but got up and started on the dishes anyway.
He did it quickly, there were only two plates to wash and he dried them off, putting them back where they belonged before turning around and leaning against the sink.
"Hey Sirius? You wanna go somewhere with me tomorrow?"
Sirius cocked his head in interest. "Where do you wanna go?"
Harry felt the blush heating his face and shifted uncomfortably. "I'm going to get a piercing and thought you might like to come. Kinda like godfather, godson bonding."
"A piercing? Where?" Sirius was practically bouncing in excitement.
"Draco suggested nipple."
Sirius's smile dropped a little at his words.
"Are you only getting it done because Malfoy wants you to it?"
"His name is Draco, please stop calling him Malfoy it reminds me of his father. And yes, mom, I want it too." Harry chuckled, touched by Sirius's concern.
"Well then of course I'll come! That's what cool, hip godfathers are for!"
"Cool, hip godfathers?"
"What? People still say that!" Sirius defending himself.
"No Siri, they don't." Harry said slowly, smiling softly. "I don't think they ever have."
Sirius pouted and frowned as Harry made fun of him.
"So are you free tomorrow?"
"I live off my family inheritance, I'm always free." Sirius pointed out with chuckle.
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"Harry I change my mind. This is not a good idea." Sirius announced to Harry for what felt like the hundredth time.
"You were excited about me getting a piercing." Harry pointed out, irritation clear in his voice.
"I still am! I just don't think getting one here is he right choice."
"What's wrong with here?" Harry asked looking around the empty tattoo parlour.
It was clean and neatly kept. Harry couldn't understand what Sirius's problem was.
"It's muggle!"
Harry looked over at Sirius in shock, eyes wide.
"It's muggle? That's your problem? Wow Sirius, you sound like your mother." Harry said acidly.
"Don't ever say that!" Sirius whispered harshly, anger shining in his eyes. "I don't have anything against muggles! But what happens if you catch something? Or it gets infected? If you go to a magical piercer, you won't have those problems and it will hurt a hell of a lot less!"
Harry felt a prickle of guilt at Sirius's explanation. He knew comparing Sirius to his mother was mean but Sirius was getting on his nerves with the constant complaining.
"Sorry. I know you're nothing like your mother. But if I go to a magical place it will be all over the newspaper by tomorrow." Harry pointed out.
Before Sirius could answer a middle aged woman came out of the back room and made her way to the front desk, smiling at them both. Harry smiled at her in return and made his way over to her.
'So what can I do for you today?" she asked.
"I'm here for a piercing." Harry told her, ignoring Sirius shifting uncomfortably next to him.
"Well you've come to the right place! I'm Mary by the way."
Sirius snorted which drew her attention to him.
"Not a fan of piercing?" she asked with a smirk.
"Not really."
"He your dad?" she asked Harry.
"Godfather."
"Ahh, that explains it. Bit worried about what hi s dad will say when you bring him home full of holes?" she guessed.
"Something like that." Sirius answered dryly.
It was Molly Weasley he was worried about. That woman didn't like him at the best of times, he'd be in deep shit if she ever found out he'd taken Harry to get a piercing. Harry grinned and nudged Sirius playfully, earning him a tight smile in return.
"What kind of piercing are you looking for?" she asked, turning her attention back to Harry.
"Nipple." he answered shyly, blush staining his cheeks.
"Awesome! Just fill out this form and we'll get started." she pulled out a piece of paper from behind the desk and pushed it towards Harry.
Harry took the pen she offered him with a smile and began to fill out the form. Sirius watched as she retreated into the back room once more and moved to stand behind Harry.
"You don't have to do this Harry. You can still back out." he tried one last time.
"Sirius this is happening! Now you can either be quiet and supportive or go and wait outside." Harry mumbled, ticking the last few boxes.
Mary came back and after giving the form a quick look, took Harry into the backroom. As he sat down on a table that reminded him of a hospital bed, Harry's nerves began to emerge and fear ate at his excitement.
"What made you decide to get a piercing?" she asked as she pulled out the necessary equipment.
"Uhhhh, my boyfriend." Harry stuttered, not used to saying that out loud.
"Does he know you're getting in done?" she asked him with a smile.
"No. It's a surprise."
"You ready?" she asked, walking towards him.
"Sure."
On second thought, maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
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