Blue Moon
Chapter Fifteen
HSHS
It'd been about a month, they had hardly looked at each other, they avoided one another at all costs. And when they did run into each other, they moved away as quickly as possible. It made Harry sick to think about what happened to them, and even sicker to think about what could have happened with them if things hadn't gotten so messed up.
October was coming soon, so Quidditch would be in full swing and the Halloween feast as well, there was even some talk of a dance, but it was mostly a rumor at this point. Harry sort of hoped there wouldn't be one, he didn't want to have to face Sirius, because he knew who would ask him, and who would later be angry about it.
Amos. He was a problem, Harry couldn't find it in himself to like the young man. It wasn't that he didn't find him attractive, or enjoy his company or the attention that he gave him- he did, honestly. But sometimes it was just too much, Amos was too much, and Harry couldn't seem to muster up feelings for anyone other than- well someone he wasn't very happy with at the moment.
He missed Sirius, every time he saw the other boy he seemed to be getting happier and healthier and just…better. And he was left here, the same as before, though sick with upset. Not that he was one brooding mass walking the halls of Hogwarts with a blonde Hufflepuff God attached to his arm, it was just whenever he saw Sirius when he got to acting like that.
"Harry, you alright mate?" asked Stuart Abbot as they walked out of their Herbology class, Harry looked up and gave his friend an absent smile.
"Sure," Harry shrugged his shoulders and continued his solitary walk to the castle. He had potions next, he was one of two of the only Hufflepuffs in the class, not many people liked the class- and he didn't blame them, it was taught by Professor "Sir-Sucks-Up-A-Lot" Slughorn.
Harry was only lucky that the man didn't find anything special about him, and pretty much left him alone. Though his mother seemed to really be in his favor, she was most definitely his "teacher's pet." Poor Mum.
With his thoughts on lighter subjects he made his way into the classroom, he was a little on the late side, and he was sad to see that his table had been taken. So he was going to have to sit off to the side by himself, wonderful, just exactly what he wanted. No, really.
Harry sighed and dropped his books onto the table, and took his seat, trying his hardest not to look around for any signs of Sirius. He'd learned it was just best, for his own state of mind, not to search for the other young man, he wouldn't respond to Harry and he wouldn't look for him either. And it would only hurt Harry to actually see it, again that is.
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"You're gonna be late, Black! Lateeeee!" Sirius threw a glare over his shoulder at the floating abomination known as Peeves the Poltergeist, he blew his long and fringe of bangs out of his eyes and he loosened his tie and continued to run down the hall.
He'd been setting up for the Marauder's latest prank, and one of the first (as if) pranks of the year. And as a result he was late for potions, the spell hadn't worked exactly how he'd wanted it to, so he'd had to try out a few modification spells, and it'd taken him a bit longer to take care of then he'd thought it would.
He'd gone down to the Slytherin entrance and used the spell he'd nicked out of Slughorn's office and he'd changed the common room password. The part of the spell he'd modified was the one where no one but himself could change back the password back. He was evil, yes, indeed.
Sirius practically ran into the door as he came to a halt in front of the room, he didn't bother to fix his hair or robes as he pulled open the door and breathless took a step in. His wild grin, and tussled hair made a few of the girls turn around and bury their faces in their books as they blushed like crazy.
"Mr. Black, you're late. You realize?" Slughorn asked as he turned away from the board where he'd been writing a few of today's potion's ingredients down.
"Oh, no. Am I, really?" Sirius asked as he moved over to his table next to Remus and dropped his books.
"No, Mr. Black everyone's been paired up already. You're to work with Potter. He was late as well," the grin on Sirius' face immediately dropped as he stood with his hand still resting on his book.
"We don't have all day now, do we, Mr. Black?" Sirius grit his teeth and he snatched his book back up and stiffly walked over to where he'd noticed that Harry was sitting.
"Good, good. Everyone get to work now, I want a vial of the potion, and a parchment with the answers to the questions on page seventy on my desk by the end of class. Don't forget the golden rule children! Have fun!" The plump man sat back down at his desk at the side of the classroom where he opened up his grading book to began looking over some essays.
Harry tried not to look at Sirius, but it was so hard, so hard. He was right there, just sitting a the desk "copying" the ingredients and steps for the potion. It would be so easy to slip up and just stare at him. But he didn't, instead he began to collect what they'd need for the potion.
Harry had already begun to chop up the dandelion when the deep voice so close to him spoke up, "You're doing the potion. I'll do the questions," Harry was so startled the knife in his hands slipped and nicked him on the end of his finger. Harry hissed in pain and immediately dropped the knife feeling utterly stupid.
Harry was shocked once again when the tan hand of the young man sitting next to him took his own hand, "What'd you go and do that for?" Sirius couldn't help himself, it was hard enough not acknowledging Harry on a day to day basis, and even harder when he was sitting beside him, but it was impossible for him to do it when he noticed that he was practically the cause of the other boy cutting himself.
"Well, I didn't do it on purpose," Harry said meekly as the small sting in his finger began to subside, he looked up at Sirius, shocked (again) as the other boy muttered a spell that completely closed the wound. He was so concentrated and…handsome, Harry felt his heart squeeze painfully in his chest.
Harry's eyes went wide as the clear and deep dark eyes of Sirius moved up to meet his own. Harry didn't know how long they stayed like that, it could have been seconds or minutes, but neither cared. Only when their potion cave an angry hiss did they give a small start and go back to their work.
Harry immediately began to add the ingredients that the potion demanded, and Sirius got as far as writing their names on the top of the paper before he stopped. He'd decided his time was better spent looking up at Harry.
Harry huffed in irritation, it wasn't exactly the color it was supposed to be. He brushed his bangs out of the way and he reached for the mermaid gills, maybe he needed a little bit more…
"I know you don't particularly like me right now, but I didn't think you'd want to blow me up," Sirius said in a slow drawl.
Harry almost visibly shivered at the sound of Sirius' slow and deliberate drawl, it was so- he shook the thought out of his head and he turned to give Sirius a curious look.
"The gills. Don't add anymore or you'll blow us up," Harry almost immediately dropped the gills back onto the table.
"What do we do? It's not plum like it's supposed to be. It's more…I don't even know what," Harry sat back in his chair slightly miffed at the potion, as Sirius stood up nearer to both Harry and the potion. He took a second and then he seemed to decide on what it needed.
"I guess Snape's not the only one good in this class," Harry said as he got back up and looked into the cauldron, the color was spot on. "What'd you do?"
"Not enough of the dandelion petals, and it needed a good stir or two," Sirius shrugged his shoulders, though he didn't show it, he was inwardly proud of himself. He'd had Lily tutoring him for about three weeks now. He was obviously getting good, and hearing it from Harry was enough to make his inside do a little flip.
"How many questions have you done?" Harry asked as he sat down, the potion needed about five minutes to simmer before they could let it cool, off the burner and then bottle it.
"None," Sirius couldn't help the grin that slowly made it's way onto his face. Harry gave the other boy a mock glare as he reached across him for Sirius' quill and parchment, with their names and the number one, being the only things on there.
"Well done," Harry said as he sat back down in his chair, he noticed that it was suspiciously a bit closer to Sirius then it had been before, but he didn't say anything.
"I'll do them," Harry didn't mind, and Sirius knew, so he didn't dispute the messy haired teens decision to do the work. But as he sat back his mind ran with more important things than a few questions about dandelion healing properties.
"How's your finger?" Harry didn't pause in his work, the quill was writing furiously jotting down the answers.
"All better, how'd you know that spell?" Sirius gave a shrug of his shoulders, though he realized that Harry couldn't see it so he answered.
"Need to learn a few healing spells when you have the friends that I have," Harry turned and gave Sirius a small smile. Even through the things that had happened to them, Harry couldn't help but be at least a little happy about the fact that Sirius had his friends back.
As Harry continued with his writing Sirius became more and more nervous. He hadn't talked to Harry in so long, and he'd figured speaking to him would make the whole talking bit less and less hard, but it only seemed to make it worse. He was running out of things to say, and he absolutely refused to bring up either the weather or Quidditch, he wasn't a complete loser.
"How are the two of you getting on, then?" Sirius noticed that immediately Harry's back went straight, and his breathing quickened a bit, but he pretended that he hadn't noticed a thing.
"If you mean Amos, then you need to know that their isn't a "two of us." But he's doing just fine," Harry answered as he finished off the fourth question in the book.
"What, you two break up?" Harry sat the quill down with an agitated sigh.
"We weren't together in the first place," Harry said as he turned a little to face Sirius. When he didn't get an immediate reply he went on, "And why do you want to know anyway?"
Harry hadn't meant to seem rude or anything, but he couldn't help it. Talking about this brought back up some of the more unpleasant feelings he'd been having in the past month.
"Just curious," Sirius said simply before shutting back up and letting Harry finish off the last two questions. And while he did, he took the cauldron of the burner, and let it cool before he went and got a label and a vial for the potion. When he came back Harry was closing his book and he'd already returned Sirius' quill to his bag.
As Sirius labeled their vial, Harry sat and just stared, not speaking, not knowing what to say. Sirius got some of the potion and then he dumped the rest out before cleaning their station. But as he finished and reached to take their things up to Professor Slughorn's desk Harry finally did speak up.
"And you?" Sirius turned to give him a confused look and Harry added to his question, "How are you doing?"
Sirius shrugged and sat back down in his chair holding onto the potion sample, "Well as good as can be expected, I guess. Hand's all healed up," Sirius said thinking back to when he'd punched Amos Diggory in the face. Whether it had been wrong or right, he still felt a swell of joy whenever the thought about it.
"I figured as much," Harry said as he looked disappointedly at Sirius' hand, the immature way that he'd brought that up put Harry off, and the way he's said it was so…arrogant. He'd figured that maybe, just maybe Sirius would be big enough to not even mention it. But of course he was wrong, he always was when it came to Sirius.
Harry got up to turn in the paper, and Sirius followed almost immediately with the potion in hand, the second they'd sat the things down the bell rang and Harry rushed back to his seat to grab his book and bag and then go.
Harry made it to the hallway when he heard a voice call after him.
"Harry, wait!" The dark haired boy turned and faced Sirius, and the older of the two was shocked to see the slight anger in Harry's eyes.
"What'd I do?" Sirius asked.
"You haven't changed at all. I should have…I shouldn't have expected that you would," Harry turned and he made it to the corner before he felt Sirius' strong hand on his arm.
"Wait, what are you talking about?"
"The way you talked about your hand, you don't feel at all bad for hitting Amos," Harry said angrily as he tried to yank his arm away from Sirius' grip, but it didn't work, the other boy was far too strong.
"Why should I feel bad?" Sirius asked with steadily narrowing eyes, just the thought of Diggory made him want to hit something, or bet yet someone.
"He didn't do anything, and you just punched him!" Harry said giving up on trying to get away from Sirius, he didn't even resist when the other boy moved him so that he was now facing Sirius.
"I didn't hit him for nothing, Harry, don't be so thick," Harry gave Sirius an affronted look and once again tried to break loose from Sirius.
"Besides the fact that he swooped in on you like a great bat, he called me-" Sirius stopped himself, he didn't want to admit that what Diggory had said about him had actually gotten to him.
"Never mind then," Sirius said letting go of Harry and actually walking off. Harry was left standing there with slightly wide and confused eyes, for a moment he considered just walking off, but he just couldn't. Damn.
"No! Sirius, wait," Harry jogged a bit to catch up with Sirius once again, though the other could take much farther strides so Harry was having a bit of trouble keeping pace with him.
"Just stop. Tell me what he called you Sirius," the taller of the two sighed, angry that he'd said anything in the first place. He should just learn to leave well enough alone in the future.
"Sirius," Harry practically tripped when he walked even faster so that he could stop in front of Sirius and block his escape.
"What did he say to you?" Sirius had been forced to stop so that he wouldn't run Harry over, and now that he had stopped he couldn't bring himself to move around Harry. He couldn't stand to be any farther from him, not anymore.
"It's nothing, just a stupid-"
"It's not stupid, now tell me," Sirius looked down at Harry and just stared at him for a moment, before he plucked up some of his Gryffindor courage and got over whatever embarrassment he felt.
"He called me the bastard Black, and he said that you wouldn't even bother to waste your time on me," Harry's eyes got a lot larger as he took in this information. He found it hard to believe that Amos would say such a thing, but Sirius didn't have any reason to lie now that he knew he and Amos weren't together (and had never been).
"I can't believe that he…" Sirius didn't want to hear it anymore, Harry wasn't even mad. He shouldn't have said anything. Sirius moved around Harry and began walking down the hall again.
It took a second for it to register to Harry that Sirius was walking away again but when he did realize it Harry tore down the hallway after him. His hand moved to grab onto the other boy's arm, as he dropped his bag and book on the floor. Sirius was forced to a stop, at least until Harry tugged on his hand.
"Why wouldn't I waste my time on you, you great git?" Harry forced Sirius to turn around and face him, and when he did Harry couldn't stop himself. Everything had been building up for so long, he'd had to go for so long without the other boy and it had physically and mentally hurt him day after day.
He was so tired of resisting, of being angry and hurt. He didn't want to feel any of it anymore, all he wanted was to be with Sirius. And as all of these things came rushing to the surface, a flushed and heated Harry leaned up and pressed his lips against Sirius's own.
At first he was too shocked to react even in the slightest, but when it really sunk in that Harry was kissing him, Sirius pressed his own lips back against Harry's more firmly. His arms almost immediately went around the shorter boy as they both moved, leaving Harry pressed against the cool stone wall.
His hands slowly moved up Sirius's arms and wrapped around his neck as he pressed his body more fully against the other's. Sirius opened Harry's mouth with his own, and their tongues slowly began to touch and taste what they'd both desired for so long now.
When they both pulled away from the kiss for air, they were out of breathe, but neither cared. Sirius dipped his head and pressed his forehead gently against Harry's own, letting their noses almost touch, and their breath's to mingle as they both came down from the height of their kiss.
"You-" Harry cut Sirius short as he leaned upwards to once against press their lips together in a kiss. All thoughts of potions, dropped books, and blonde Hufflepuff's behind, Harry just let himself go, kissing the one person he'd needed for such a long time now.
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A/N: So I decided that since I've been such a bad Marry, I'd give you guys a nice not bad drama filled chapter. I thought you deserved a treat for waiting so long. I hope everyone liked it, I know I loved writing a (FINALLY) happy-ish chapter. Haha
I hope you decide to review!
-Bloody
