1Blue Moon
Chapter Six
XOXO
Sirius shifted in his seat, feeling his ear being pushed painfully backwards as his head fell forward and he slid a bit off the side of the chair he had moved into his room last night to sleep on. He had considered sleeping in one of the many quest rooms but had decided it would be safest in his own room, away from his family and their prying eyes.
He sat up facing the still steadily roaring fire, he tried to turn his head toward his bed but felt a dull ache begin in his neck, he cringed, this was the last time he tried to do something nice for someone if this was what he would get in return. A bloody crick in his bloody head. Okay maybe he was a bit cranky in the morning but when he heard Harry give an awkward snort in his sleep.
He smiled remembering how he had come so close to kissing Harry, and oddly enough he wasn't the slightest disappointed, because even though they had not kissed he seemed to have regained his charm and Harry seemed very much attracted to it, to him. Last night Harry had plenty of time to turn him away to push him of the bloody bed, but he stayed and almost initiated the kiss, he leaned forward first! He felt a stupid grin spread across his face. He really felt great, he hadn't been this happy for so long, and when this thought hit him it seemed to him his heart swelled, he was happy because of Harry, he hadn't thought of the other three fourths of the Marauders all last night after Harry had mentioned he was hurt.
He pulled out his wand and checked the time, it was eight o'clock in the morning, his mother wouldn't be awake for another hour and Regulus wouldn't be due for at least another two, he knew he had to get Harry to St. Mungo's so now seemed like the time, but he hated to disturb Harry's sleep. He considering giving Harry a kiss and going from there but decided he wanted his first kiss with Harry, and there would be one, when they both willingly gave it.
He stood up and stretched deciding if he wasn't going to kiss Harry, he was going to embarrass him and make that pretty little blush come back to his cheeks. He padded his way over to his bed where Harry lay his face snuggled into the pillow with his arm reaching over his head clutching the pillow, he looked so cute, Sirius almost let himself change his mind and let Harry stay in bed. But he reasoned with himself that he didn't want his friend having some unknown injury become infected and he drops dead unexpectedly one day. Okay he had an overactive imagination but he really couldn't help it he had been like this all his life.
"Harry?" He asked shaking the green-eyed boy's shoulder. When Harry hardly stirred Sirius shook a little harder and called his name a little louder.
"S'not now 'Ermione go to class laters," Harry mumbled. Sirius smiled, 'Well this is gonna be better than I thought it would before!'
"Harry, you missed breakfast! And first class! The Professor is going to kill you!" Sirius said imitating a young woman's voice, last night before Harry had dropped off he had mentioned something about his two best friends' Hermione and Ron, and Sirius was praying that "Ermione" was meant to be Hermione. Harry snorted and twisted in the bed and grumbled about "bloody teachers!"
"Harry wake up!"
"Hermione I'm up!" Harry shouted siting up in bed, getting ready to lash out at Hermione Harry almost fell backwards out of the bed when he saw that it was not in fact Hermione that stood in front of him in her full school uniform as he had expected but a very young and very handsome Sirius Black wearing only a pair of long black pants. But what had him blushing from head to toe was the fact that no matter what time in Sirius' life he had apparently been amazingly sexy, especially when he took his shirt off. Harry tried not to stare but realized he was staring at the very sexy "v" shaped curve along Sirius' abdomen leading to a small trail of dark hair going into his pants.
Sirius coughed getting Harry's attention and smirked when he saw the blush creep up Harry's neck to stain his cheeks a light pink. He tried to no laugh at the sheepish look on Harry's face but he wasn't a saint and he wasn't able to stop himself from asking.
"Like anything you see there, mate?"
Harry blinked a few times to clear his vision and he pretended to cough so Sirius wouldn't see him blush for the thousandth time in the past few hours. Harry felt Sirius pat his back to help his 'coughing fit'.
"You alright there, Harry?" Sirius asked, masking his amused tone with a more concerned one. Harry seemed to catch his breath.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just peachy. Thanks," Harry wheezed.
"Great!" Sirius chirped, "Now get up and lets go!!"Harry almost choked again.
"You're not dressed! Don't tell me your going naked!" And as an afterthought he added, "And neither am I!" Sirius' smile seemed to slip and he held out his hand for Harry to take. Harry gaped at the outstretched appendage with something akin to bewilderment.
"Well, let's not wait for the sky to go black...er. Get up, and we'll get dressed then," Harry's eyes went wide and he gulped, a choked sound came out of his mouth.
"What?" Sirius sighed, and lunged forward grabbing Harry's hand, not the one that happened to be oh so conveniently injured, of course and pulled Harry out of the bad and onto his feet. Harry gave a shiver and felt his feet turn to ice.
"Cold?"
"No scared of whatever's hiding in your wardrobe," Sirius snorted, something Harry felt that was a lot like something his Sirius would do.
"Clever, Potter, very witty," Sirius said dryly.
"Yes, I thought so too," Harry could feel the heat on his face receding. Talking like this to Sirius, how he would with anyone his age, was calming him down. He didn't feel like he wanted the earth to open up and swallow him whole.
Harry felt Sirius grip his hand a bit more and pull him along to the wardrobe across the great distance of the room. But as he was being pulled along Harry couldn't help but think of how wonderful Sirius' hand felt holding his much smaller one. Their hands seemed to fit perfectly together. And Harry felt a smile spread across his face. This is what he had always wanted with Sirius. To hold his hand, to really get to know him, talk to him and spend time with him. This was perfect. But as he thought this he could feel the cold bitterness of guilt creeping into his hear as cold and as unforgivingly as winter.
This wasn't his Sirius. This was someone else completely. The Sirius of the future had ben through so much. Twelve years of prison the true loss of everyone he loved. His Sirius had gone through hell and had survived! Lived to tell the tale! But this Sirius, this one next to him, he had seen some hardships, the loss of his friends, as they rejected and turned their backs on him, receiving nothing but hatred from everyone around him including his own family.
But Harry could still see his smile, see his eyes sparkle like stars in the dark night's sky. With his Sirius that smile could never reach his eyes, which didn't in fact sparkle, but only seemed to fade as more time passed. And Harry felt his heart plummet. He couldn't let that happen to Sirius. Seeing that smile and seeing him happier that he had ever before had made Harry realize, he had missed something he had not known he missed before he saw it return. He wasn't going to lose Sirius. He would help him, save him even. No one was ever going to hurt Sirius again. Not ever.
XOXO
Sirius looked over his shoulder and saw that Harry was staring at their joined hands and he smiled. Harry was so cute. But then Sirius saw a far away look in his eyes, he looked a bit lost. His smile faded as he wondered what Harry could be thinking. Them? They're 'almost kiss'? The future? And as he thought the last one he felt his throat dry and his heart constrict. What if Harry didn't really want to be here? With him? Was is he homesick, or was disgusted with the way he had been acting?
Sirius mentally slapped himself. Harry was fine. He looked fine, nothing was wrong and he was being a big hen. 'Quit nitpicking you overbearing ninny!' He smiled, trying to force himself to forget his fretful thoughts. He was just being ridiculous. Right?
"You all right, Harry?" The sable haired boy blinked thickly, coming out of his self induced stupor.
"What?"
"Asked if you were okay," when he got no response he put his hand on Harry's shoulder now really concerned. "Well? Are you?" Harry looked shocked for a second and then a great big smile spread across his face. Sirius gulped. 'Harry sure us pretty when he-'
"I'm fine, I was just a little lost in thought," and to change the subject, "So what am I to wear? I can't possibly fit in anything you have. You're much..."
"Broader than you are?" Harry blushed slightly, embarrassed by his impish height. He really hated the Dursleys.
"And about a foot taller than me," Harry grumbled and plopped himself down in a chair he hadn't realized was there before. 'Was it?' But what Harry didn't realize was that when he flopped down onto the chair he had still been holding tightly to Sirius' hand, so when he jerked down so abruptly Sirius came with him. Landing right in his lap. Harry squeaked and tried to wiggle away from the heavy body on his lap but only succeeded in making Sirius laugh harder and lean more into him.
"Harry! That was hilarious!" Harry blushed at his idiocy, and lifted his good hand to Sirius' back. How was it that this always happened? He was always having to try and push Sirius off of him? The two of them and any kind of furniture didn't mesh well together.
"Get off me you dog!" Sirius only giggled, 'Giggled?' and leaned back on Harry as if he was a pillow, or just apart of the chair all together. Harry 'humped!' in aggravation and sat their sulking for a few moments before a downright devious smirk crossed his face. He moaned in faked agony.
"My arm! Sirius you're leaning on my bad arm!" Harry whimpered pitifully and Sirius jumped out of his lap like he had been shocked. Then spun right back around and got on his knees in front of Harry, and laying one of his hands on Harry's own knee while the other went to his arm, lightly touching it to see if it was alright.
"I'm so sorry Harry. Did I hurt you much?" And Harry felt guilty again. Damn.
"Naw it's okay now Sirius, let's just get the clothes nd get ready to go," but when Harry saw that Sirius still looked upset he leaned forward and wrapped his good arm around Sirius' shoulder. When he got there and Sirius stiffened he could have kicked himself. 'Reminder: Never do anything on your bloody Gryffindor instincts ever again!' When he tried to pull away Sirius wrapped both his arms around Harry's shoulders.
"I'm still sorry."
"And I'm still fine," the dog animagus smiled and pulled back from the hug, however neither seemed to notice how reluctant he seemed about his actions. When Sirius had stood up again he was grinning as broadly as ever. Secretly still on the natural high he got from touching Harry.
"I'll go to my little git of a brother's room and nick some of his clothes. Maybe some pants and boots. Do you want to wear robes?" Harry smiled about to agree, then he thought about the kinds of things someone like Regulus would wear. Draco Malfoy popped into his head and he grimaced.
"No, I think pants and boots will be fine," Sirius nodded and began walking away, Harry turned to the fireplace and seemed to realize something as he did.
"Wait!" Sirius spun around a surprised look on his face.
"What?! What's wrong?!" Harry felt stupid for worrying Sirius over nothing but he forced his mouth open anyway.
"Am I not going to wear a shirt?" Sirius looked stunned for a second then burst into rich bark-like laughter. Harry felt his face heat up and he knew he was getting upset.
"What's so funny?! I'm not going to St. Mungo's with no shirt!" This only made more laughter some out of Sirius' mouth and that only made Harry more upset. He felt his anger boiling over. Sirius picked his head up and looked right at Harry, this his laughter slowly died away.
"I'm sorry Harry, you are just so much like your mother!" Harry's anger seemed to leak out of his body and he sat a bit shocked as Sirius fought the urge to laugh more at his cute face. He turned around and walked out of the room, throwing caution to the wind.
"My Mum?"
XOXO
A/N: I know this was a shortie and that I haven't updated in a few weeks, and I ask that you forgive me. For the longest time my computer refused to work and I just got it back up during the week so I typed this up today! YAY! does a happy dance I hope you liked. The next chapter is being started as we speak. Really it is. lol
I hope you decide to review!
-Bloody
