AN; This chapter is a little "crack-tastic" and VERY OOC... the characters come back into themselves very quickly, I promise. This is where the rating picks up kids, so beware. Also, the ending is a little abrupt. In short, this chapter didn't really want to be written, and I apologize cuz I think it shows.
The cabbie helped him get his things from the boot as he counted out money to pay and stood, staring up at the imposing house in front of him. This was not what he'd wanted to do with his first night after graduation; then again, he wasn't sure what he wanted to do. He simply knew that this wasn't it. Steeling his nerves and plucking up his courage he approached the house slowly as though it would bite him. He chuckled in his head.
If any house on the planet could actually cause physical harm, Grimmauld Place was the one for it.
Before Harry can place one foot on the first step, the door flies open and his godfathers come bounding out. Sirius, in that loose-limbed, handsome way that he has, with a huge smile on his face grabs Harry as though he were a much smaller child and swings him in the air, whopping for joy. When he sets Harry back down they are both smiling and laughing. Sirius ruffles his hair and they both turn at a noise from the top of the stoop.
Remus is there, smiling in that indulgent way that he has, waiting for Sirius to stop manhandling Harry so that he can greet him. Harry stumbles up the steps for a hug and breathes the older man's scent in deep. It's comforting; homey.
"Pup, we didn't know you were coming here! We thought you'd be with the Weasleys for a few weeks. If we'd known we would have come got you from the train station." Sirius rambles on and both Harry and Remus turn to face him as he attempts to pick up Harry's entire luggage set at once; he can't. As they turn, Remus' hand falls from Harry's shoulder and brushes against his backside. He knows it was accidental, but a line of heat zips up his spine at the contact anyway.
"Siri, stop, you're going to throw your back out old man. Let me help. And I didn't know that I was going to come here. It was a…it was kinda last minute. I hope it's okay?" Harry asks, belatedly realizing that they had lives and may not want him around.
"Of course it's okay Harry. You are always welcome here, and you can feel free to make this place your home. Just for now or forever." Harry felt another flash of warmth at Remus' words; this place as home forever sounded really good. Gathering all of Harry's belongings, the three headed into the one time headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix.
Harry settled into his old room, the one that his Godfathers had cleaned, renovated and decorated just for him. He smiled as he lay back on the over-large 4-poster bed. It felt just enough like Hogwarts that he was comfortable, yet was just different enough to remind him that he was a kid in school no longer. This was what he needed; comfort yet a feeling that the future was stretching out in front of him instead of the most important things in his life in the past. He frowned, thinking that he should go talk to Remus and Sirius sooner rather than later. He wanted to get it all out to the two people in his life that would understand best. It was the last thought he had for a while.
When he woke up, the room was pitch black and silent. He groaned; he hadn't meant to sleep. He hadn't realized that he was that tired, but he supposed it was just all of his emotions finally catching up with him. He twisted himself out of bed and shucked off his clothes, changing into his pajamas for comfort, before heading into his bathroom to brush his teeth. He felt more awake now, and cast a reproving look at his stomach when it had the gall to gurgle loudly, though he supposed it had a point. He'd not eaten since breakfast in the Great Hall; even then it was only a bit of tea and toast.
He stumbled his way out of the unfamiliar room in search of the kitchen. He knew that he should be quieter; he didn't want to disturb Remus or Sirius if they were sleeping, but he was stiff from his unexpected nap and couldn't make his feet work quite right. Finally he made it to the door of the kitchen and smiled, there was a light on in the room, he thought it had been left on for him when he woke up and was hungry. He was so wrong.
He paused on the threshold of the kitchen; unable to immediately process what he was seeing. Immediately wishing to see more and be able to erase it from his mind completely. Remus was lying with his back on the kitchen table and his naked legs were wrapped around Sirius' pistoning hips. His head was thrown back in clear ecstasy as Sirius traced lines across his chest with his tongue. Harry could see in exquisite detail the light glistening off the saliva trails on the older man's smooth, toned chest.
Harry frowned at his mental monologue; smooth and toned? Glistening? Why was the movement of Sirius hips so fascinating? Why was he still standing there watching? Why was he hard? As silently as he could, Harry made his way back up to his bedroom to think about things that were not happening in his kitchen at that very moment.
He certainly didn't hold his breath to see if he could hear any muffled groans or whimpers. He absolutely didn't close his eyes and bring up the image in his head. And he definitely did not reach into his pajama bottoms and stroke his now throbbing cock. He would never.
Harry awoke again in the morning with sticky residue on his stomach and pants and a feeling of deep shame burning though him. He'd watched something private last night and taken pleasure from it. He felt sick. He pushed it to the side, deciding that it had happened, and dwelling on it today wouldn't make a difference.
Showered and changed, Harry headed down to the kitchen for some food, since his late night snack had been postponed last night he was starving. His Godfathers were their normal selves when he greeted them, unconsciously giving the kitchen table a wide berth and eating standing up in the corner of the kitchen. If anyone noticed, no one said anything.
"What's the plan for today pup?" Sirius asked as he smiled up at Harry from his chair. Harry's breath caught in his throat as he saw that handsome face giving him all of its attention. He had butterflies in his stomach and he choked on his toast before gulping his too-hot tea to stop the cough.
Remus had jumped up out of his chair when Harry had started coughing, clapping him on the back. Harry shivered at the contact even as his body moved closer to Remus, finding comfort and salvation in the heat and scent coming off the other man's body.
"Nothing much today. Thought I'd unpack some, maybe just lie around; why did you have something you needed me for?" Harry's eyes widened as he realized that his voice had cracked while he was speaking. His voice hadn't cracked like that since fifth year! He wasn't thinking straight; he needed some guidance.
"…maybe call up Draco and see what he's up to." He added; Sirius grimaced a bit at Draco's name. Though the kid had proved to be a true friend for Harry, and nothing at all like the rest of the Malfoys, he still irked Sirius in a lot of ways and Harry knew that.
"No, pup, we don't need you to do anything at all. We are currently renovating and restoring the third floor, making a giant suite so we will be up there all day. If you wanna come get sweaty and dirty with us you know where we will be." Harry whined, whined, in his head. The images that he was suddenly bombarded with were just too much. The tossed his empty plate into the sink, topped off his tea and headed right back to his room to think and unpack.
Unpacking took all of 15 minutes and Harry flopped on his bed afterwards, disgusted that he couldn't think of anything to do. Well, that wasn't true. He could happily go get sweaty and dirty with Remus and Sirius. He groaned and threw his arm over his eyes. What was wrong with him?
In school, between classes and Voldemort, there hadn't been a lot of time for romance or…the other things that romance could lead to. He'd had that aborted sort-or-relationship with Cho, then a few passionate weeks with Ginny before they'd both decided they were better off friends, but that was really it.
It wasn't as though he thought about it; he did. A lot. He thought about it and dreamt about it and wanted to talk to someone about it, but who could he talk to without sounding like a complete girl? Even in his head it sounded stupid.
Yeah, I'd really like to cuddle and maybe do some more than that, but I don't know what I'm doing or what kind of person I'm looking for or even if I like boys instead of girls or vice-versa. Harry laughed sadly at himself. He was pathetic with this kind of thing. Everyone around him wasn't helping in any way.
Ron and Hermione had always been a couple; it just took them seven long years to figure it out. They'd be getting married within the year, he guessed. He was truly happy for his friends, but he wanted to find something like that. Something like Remus and Sirius had, apparently. Thinking about them immediately brought up flashes of images from what he'd witnessed the night before.
Where Ron and Hermione were cute, Sirius and Remus were hot. In a panting and moaning and oh-my-Merlin did you actually see that kind of way. Harry bit his lip and rolled onto his stomach, trapping his erection against the bed. He wiggled his hips a few times, enjoying the friction before he rolled back over in disgust. He couldn't use their personal relationship to get off; it was just wrong on so many levels.
Forcing himself to think of something else, he got up and paced his room until his inappropriate erection went away. He didn't want to bother Ron or Hermione or any of the Weasleys, and with his current mental state he was certain that giving Sirius and Remus a wide berth was a good idea. Whom else could he talk to? He smiled as the answer came to him.
An hour later, Harry pulled his coat collar up against the unforgiving wind as he trudged along the street to the bar. He stepped inside and looked up to see that Draco was already there, lager in hand and waiting for him. Harry gave a true, relieved sigh as he hurried to the table.
"Harry, I was pleasantly surprised by your invitation. I didn't think you'd actually call me, let alone one day after school let out." Draco smiled and waved at the bartender, ordering another round for the two of them.
"Yeah, I didn't think I would either, but lots of things that I didn't think about started happening yesterday." Draco raised an elegant eyebrow, asking for clarification as their beers arrived. Harry thanked the server, who blushed and ducked his head as he caught the impressive "Harry Potter Smile". Harry took a long drink and placed the glass back on the table delicately.
"muffliato" Draco raised both eyebrows at Harry's spell; he wondered what Harry could possibly want to say so badly that he couldn't afford to be overheard.
"I ended up heading to Grimmauld Place yesterday, Sirius and Remus said I could always stay with them, whenever. I fell asleep right away and woke up really late last night, or it might have been early this morning I dunno. I headed down to the kitchen to get myself something to eat, cuz I never ate on the train, ya know? And when I opened the kitchen door I saw…." Harry trailed off and turned bright red. Draco widened his eyes wondering what in the worlds Harry could have seen in that kitchen to make him react so. He raised and imperious hand and demanded that Harry carry on with the story.
"Sirius and Remus were…on the kitchen table. Naked. With lots of panting and sweating and licking…oh god the licking." Draco's eyes bugged out of his head. Distant cousin or not, Sirius was always on his "hot older guy" list. Hell he even had enough material on him for a file in the 'wank bank' and Remus was certainly hot in an almost dirty way. He took a drink to compose himself.
"And it… well it freaked you out certainly. But why?" Harry turned impossibly redder and nodded. Draco bit his lip and cautiously continued; if he played his cards right he might get his biggest fantasy.
"Were you disgusted?" Negative head shake.
"Were you concerned?" another negative head shake.
"Were you…aroused?" Pause, deepening blush and short nod. Draco forced himself not to jump on the table and dance for joy.
"Is that a bad thing? I mean, they're both really attractive men…have you ever been attracted to a man before?" Draco tried not to, he really did, but he held his breath waiting for Harry's answer. It was a long time coming.
"Yes." It was a whisper of sound and nothing more. Luckily Draco was straining to hear it and he did. His breath came out in a whoosh.
"Have you ever…have you ever acted on it?" Definite negative head shake. Draco paused, thinking about his next course of action. He could push it, but Harry was clearly uncomfortable answering questions. He would take charge then.
"Okay, well Harry I think you may need a fairy godmother…to use an antiquated turn of phrase that I am loathe to apply to myself. In any event, you need help and you've come to me so I shall not falter. Let's go." Draco drained the last of his lager and stood up, reaching for Harry's sleeve to make sure he kept up.
"Draco, where are we going, what are we doing?" Draco pushed them through the crowd, waving at the bartender to let him know to close out his tab and charge it to his personal account. He all but shoved Harry out the door and to the appointed apparition point.
"We are headed to my house to pack me a bag; I'll move in with you and help you." Draco put his arm over Harry's shoulders to keep him from splinching or getting tossed out by the Malfoy Manor wards. With a resounding 'crack' they were gone.