A/N: Sorry for the delay again, what with school and writing for NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month – look it up!). Anyway, last weekend I saw the new HP movie (EXCELLENT movie, by the way – you should all go see it!) and I was inspired to crank out another chapter. So here it is! Warning! Lots of fluff in this chapter!

P.S. Gary Oldman – come back! I know you're not how I imagined Sirius Black would look, but it's a lot better than a CG overlay of your face in the burning embers, which is just CREEPY (see the movie folks – you'll know what I'm talking about)!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Co. Not mine. Never was.

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Previously:

Harry's hands cupped Sirius' face, gently cradling it as he tasted his crush's delicious mouth. Sirius was peppermint and a tangy taste that Harry associated with the heady scent of whiskey. It was bitter and sweet at the same time and Harry couldn't get enough.

Sirius' tongue moved to explore Harry's mouth in turn. Harry tasted like cinnamon and chocolate and pumpkin, and Sirius was lost. He moaned and deepened the kiss again, allowing his passion free reign, his hands dipping into Harry's wild hair.

As Harry pulled Sirius closer, falling into the blissful moment, Remus' words echoed through his mind:

"Harry, I think you and Sirius could be really good together. Just take it slow, okay? And know that you have my blessing."

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Harry's eyes opened slowly. He could tell it was going to be a good day.

He stretched languidly in his bed, remembering the yummy dream he had just had. He grinned goofily thinking about the kisses he had shared with Sirius in the Room of Requirement. He reached out for his glasses as the subject of his thoughts chose that moment to pull back the curtains.

Sirius stepped into the enclosed space and closed the curtains, turning back to look at Harry like he was a particularly delicious bone. Harry's eyes widened, and Sirius pounced, turning into Padfoot as he landed on the bed and smothering Harry's face in doggy kisses. Harry laughed and tried to swat him away, but it only seemed to encourage his canine friend on.

"Ha ha ha – Padfoot st-stop! Ha ha ha ha!" Sirius transformed back and began to tickle Harry relentlessly.

"Do you surrender?" he asked, using his slighter greater weight and height over Harry to keep him pinned while he waited for his answer.

Harry smirked, "What are the terms?"

"Hmmm," Sirius pretend-pondered, as he ran his hand up and down Harry's side gently. "I think a good morning kiss will end the torture – for now."

Harry grinned evilly and suddenly grabbed Sirius, using momentum and a burst of speed to flip their positions. He leaned to within an inch of Sirius' face. "Well, I suppose, just this once…" he whispered as he captured that wonderful mouth, nipping at Sirius' lower lip until he growled and pulled Harry closer.

Harry chuckled into the kiss as it deepened, and he opened his mouth to Sirius' questing tongue. It was just as wonderful as it had been last night, when they had enjoyed a VERY nice snog before heading back to Gryffindor Tower.

Harry had to admit, Sirius was an exceptional kisser. Harry figured all the rumors about Padfoot's prowess had not been exaggerated. While it was slightly disconcerting to know Sirius had been with so many girls, Harry knew in his heart that his boyfriend ('BOYFRIEND!') would never cheat on him. With that happy thought, Harry pulled away from their much shorter snogging session, gave Sirius a quick kiss on the nose, and jumped out of bed to get ready for classes.

Oh yes, it was going to be a very good day.

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Sirius was fidgeting in Potions class. He and Harry were diligently working on their potions, each behaving like perfectly scholarly students. But little brushes on his side from Harry's hand and brushes on his thigh from Harry's leg were driving him slowly crazy. He wanted to grab Harry, drag him into the supply room and ravish him, but he somehow didn't think that Slughorn would appreciate that.

To make matters worse, something was clearly going on with Ron and Hermione. He and Harry had made the decision to keep their relationship a secret for a short while, at least until they could inform their closest friends and the Order. They hadn't expected to come down to the common room and find the other 2/3 of the Golden Trio acting shifty and practically pouncing on the new couple, dragging them off to breakfast with loud talk about the day's classes, Quidditch, the upcoming Hogsmeade weekend, and generally anything so long as they weren't speaking to each other.

Sirius hadn't seen this type of behavior from them ever, so he was thoroughly baffled, but Harry looked resigned and a little irate. Sirius had vowed to ask Harry about it during the break. Currently though…

He glanced over at his new boyfriend ('And it really felt good to say that!'), who was stirring his potion slowly, before sensing Sirius' gaze and looking back at him with a smile that promised a great deal of fun later. The Maurader grinned, and slid his own hand purposefully across Harry's thigh before giving it a playful squeeze. Harry jumped and nearly tipped over his cauldron, drawing Slughorn's attention.

"Everything all right there, Harry?"

Harry groaned internally. He hated drawing attention to himself in this class. Once Slughorn turned his sights on the 'Chosen One', he wouldn't pay attention to anything else for at least another 20 minutes. "I'm fine Professor, just realized I'd almost lost count of how many turns I'd made. I know how important it is to get it exactly right."

"Well, of course you do, my boy! You have the instinct, just like your mother!"

Sirius bit back a laugh at this comment, causing Harry to raise an eyebrow in question, only to receive an 'I'll-tell-you-later' shrug in reply. Meanwhile, Sirius added the powdered beetle's eyes to his potion, thinking about how Lily had struggled for years to learn all there was to know about Potions. She'd wanted Slughorn's approval desperately when she was younger (perhaps because she thought it would help her overcome the stigma of being Muggleborn), and it wasn't until after she had been invited into the "Slug Club" that she realized what a pompous, self-serving arse he was. 'Thankfully, Harry's never fallen for his antics, even if he's been practically forced to accept membership into the "Slug Club." I' just glad Slughorn's not after me again.'

As soon as class ended, Sirius took their potions up to the professor for grading, and was surprised to find Harry gone when he got back to the desk. He was heading down the hall, puzzling over this odd behavior when an arm snaked out of a classroom and grabbed his shirt, jerking him inside before slamming him into the now shut door. Soft lips that were becoming increasingly familiar claimed his own, and Sirius slipped into his personal paradise, thoroughly enjoying himself now as he pulled Harry closer, breathing in his familiar scent.

"You bloody tease," Harry said as soon as they broke the kiss for air, resting his forehead on Sirius'. "Sitting there looking good enough to eat, brushing against me, looking at me like you wanted to run back to the dorm for a snog, and then grabbing my thigh! And what was the big idea drawing Sluggy's attention? I had to make like a good little Potions student to get him away; he's already suspicious about why my 'skills' have dropped since last year."

"Sorry, Har – I couldn't resist. Besides, I really did want to run back to the dorm for a snog. Or at least, the supply closet."

Harry growled in mock irritation and kissed him again, more fiercely this time. Sirius' hands plunged into Harry's wild hair, even as Harry slipped a hand under his untucked shirt to get at the skin below, bringing moans from both of them. They were both breathless when they broke apart again a few minutes later.

"You drive me crazy, do you know that?" Harry panted.

"So long as it's only me that does, I'm okay with that," Sirius grinned.

"What was the thing about my mum?"

"Oh! I almost forgot! Lily struggled for years to get such a good understanding of Potions. I think she may have even experimented with potions over the summer, since you don't need magic to brew them. By fifth year she had learned enough to be really good at it; but it wasn't a natural thing, it was a learned skill."

"You're kidding?"

"Oh no, my lovely - she definitely earned her skills, she wasn't born with them. Then again, she couldn't cook to save her life. I should know, she once tried to pawn off these cookies she'd made on Gryffindor House, and they were worse than Hagrid's! So make sense of that!"

Harry laughed outright, and hugged Sirius to him. "Thank you, Siri, you've made my day! I always felt bad when Slughorn said my mum was such a brilliant Potions student, because I've never been good in that class. Hmmm, strange that I am a good cook, though, isn't it?" Harry pulled back and leaned onto a nearby desk.

"That is strange, but it almost makes sense. You're life is pretty crazy, Harry, it seems almost normal that you would have the opposite skills as your mum."

Harry smiled, and said with an air of nostalgia, "I think she would have found that hilarious."

"Me too, Har," Sirius replied, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist and giving him a squeeze. "We should probably head to the Great Hall, lunch is already half over and we still need to figure out what's wrong with Ron and 'Mione."

Harry groaned loudly, before pouting cutely, "But I want to stay here with you."

Sirius smiled sweetly and gave Harry a tender kiss, just beginning to get into it when his stomach growled loudly. They both laughed, and Sirius sighed, "Sorry, Harry, my tummy says you can't always get what you want." With that he gave his boyfriend another kiss, slid his hand down Harry's back and gave his arse a pinch before trouncing out of the room followed by a red-faced Harry Potter.

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'As it turns out', Harry thought with dismay, 'I really don't like being right about some things.' Ron and Hermione were at it again.

It seems that somehow, somewhere, SOMEONE had decided that since Harry didn't seem to be interested in anyone at the moment (coughSIRIUS IS A SECRETcough), "that hot new guy Sirius Black" never flirted with any girls and only hung out with Harry (I wonder why?), and Draco Malfoy had gone off and become a Death Eater, the spot for next most eligible bachelor in Hogwarts had somehow tied between Blaise Zambini and – wait for it! – Ronald Weasley.

And Blaise was known to be a conceited jerk.

Needless to say, Ron was suddenly one of the most popular guys in Hogwarts (well, with the masses of giggling girls). Ron was soaking up the attention like a dry sponge, still only barely able to understand how any girls would see him as attractive (he's always compared himself to people like Bill or Harry).

And Hermione didn't like it one bit.

"So what's the deal, Har-Bear?" Sirius asked around a mouthful of corned beef sandwich.

Harry cringed at the nickname, but leaned into Sirius anyway to explain. "It's sixth year all over again. They obviously fancy each other, but neither has the courage to tell the other. Then they get angry at each other when someone else shows interest." Harry eyed the same 'groupies' he had fended off last year now hanging off Ron's every word. Hermione was quietly fuming. A movement from the Ravenclaw table caught his attention, and he sighed. "This fight could last a while. Here comes fresh trouble to bring this mixture to a boil. Watch this."

Terry Boot stepped up to Hermione and asked if he could sit with her. Hermione smiled and agreed readily, and soon the two were deep in a discussion about their Arithmancy class. Within two minutes Ron noticed that Hermione's attention was fully on the Ravenclaw prefect. He pointedly ignored his new 'fan club' to grind his teeth noisily while he glared at Terry with undisguised hatred. He began tapping his foot as the two bookworms continued to converse, and wanted to wring Terry's neck when he asked Hermione to meet him at the bookshop in Hogsmeade that weekend. Terry wanted to show her a new version of New Theory of Numerology. Oh, and maybe they could grab lunch at the Three Broomsticks afterward. How terribly convenient. One might almost think Terry was looking for a date.

At least, that's what Ron decided to say to Hermione. That is, before Harry headed off disaster –

"Ron! Mate, didn't you say something before about asking Hermione to help you pick out a gift for Bill and Fleur this weekend? A new Weasley on the way is always cause for celebration, and I know you wanted to make sure that the gift was a good one. What was it you said? 'Only Hermione could know what would be best for the growing family.' Yes, that's what it was."

Hermione blushed immediately and looked at Ron with an almost hopeful expression. Ron's ears turned pink, but he cleared his throat and said, "Yeah, actually I did want to ask you to help me out at Hogsmeade, then I could buy you a drink or lunch as thanks. That is, if you wanted." Hermione smiled. Ron decided to give Terry a bit of a dig though, "But I know how you love Arithmancy, so if you'd rather go with Terry, I'll – well, I'll understand." Ron looked down dejectedly, almost laying it on too thick.

"Oh no!" Hermione practically exclaimed, "I'd much rather help you pick out a gift Ron!" She blushed again at her over-enthusiasm and tempered herself as she finished, "I mean, family is so important in these troubled times."

Ron's grin couldn't have gotten any brighter, and Harry had to bite his hand to stifle his laughter as his two best friends gazed dreamily at each other. Sirius, however, was never so discreet, and he fell over his seat, howling with laughter. He jumped up as Harry burst out laughing while Ron and Hermione turned crimson.

Sirius threw an arm around poor Terry's shoulders and pulled him away from the Gryffindor table, saying in a low voice, "Better luck next time, Boot. May want to stick to Ravenclaws, I think that particular Gryff is halfway to taken." He patted Terry genially on the back and gave him a gentle push back to the Ravenclaw table as the warning bell rang, announcing the end of the lunch period.

Sirius sighed as he gathered up his books and headed off to Charms with Harry, Ron and Hermione, 'I guess that mealtime entertainment was worth the loss of some snog-time.' He watched as Harry walked in front, talking quietly with Hermione. He tilted his head, admiring the view until Harry looked back and him and winked, 'Well – maybe not completely makes up for it…'

"Hey Harry, 'Mione, wait for us!" Sirius cried, grabbing Ron's arm and running to catch up.

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After Charms was Defense Against the Dark Arts, easily Harry and Sirius' favorite class. Well, most people's favorite class. Remus was a huge hit. Some people still seemed fearful because the professor was a werewolf (a fact which was no secret now), but most were thankful for a competent – no, a TERRIFIC – professor who really knew the subject and taught it well.

Compared to Quirrell (too nervous and had Voldemort claiming squatter's rights on the back of his head), Lockhart (incompetent fool and con artist), Moody (slightly crazed ex-Auror who performed Imperius on them and turned out to be a Death Eater in disguise), Umbridge (discipline-crazed Ministry puppet who hounded Harry Potter) and Snape (former Potions Master and general greasy git who turned on them all), Remus Lupin was a dream come true. It was no wonder that even so early in the semester, student's knowledge of DADA and overall scores had risen by two or even three levels since the steady decline the subject had seen since Lupin's last go at the position.

While Remus lectured the class about vampires, he noticed that the tension that seemed to have been building between Harry and Sirius was gone. In it's place, the two wizards seemed to have found another way to occupy themselves, as Remus noted Harry grab Sirius' hand under the table and give it a squeeze. Sirius looked at Harry and they shared a secret smile. Immediately after, Sirius caught his old friend's eye, and they exchanged the Marauders' Secret Language of Gestures and Looks that the friends had developed over years of pranking.

Sirius gave him a significant look that said 'We need to talk.'

Remus continued to lecture as he arched a brow 'Is is urgent, or can it wait until after class?'

Sirius shrugged one shoulder and leaned into his desk 'No, not urgent, but important. Important to me personally.'

Remus tapped his podium with three fingers in a drumming beat 'Does this have to do with what we talked about the other day?'

Sirius yawned loudly and several students snickered 'Spot on, mate.'

Remus scratched the back of his head as he pointed to a diagram on the projector 'All right, Padfoot, stay after class and we'll talk.'

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Since DADA was the last class of the day, and everyone knew Harry and Sirius had a kind of friendship with Professor Lupin, no one questioned it when the two stayed behind after class. When everyone else had left, Remus invited the two into his office.

He already knew what they were going to say. It was obvious that they had started dating each other, and all that came with that. As soon as he sat down and poured tea for each of them, he decided to quell their fears. "I know what you're going to say. While some people might call a relationship between you too odd, I know in my heart this is right for both of you." The two young men beamed at him.

"Well, what else did you expect me to say?" Moony laughed. "I love you both, and you obviously make each other happy, so I am happy for you."

Sirius jumped up and embraced his best friend, and Remus hugged him back, smiling when he looked over Sirius' shoulder and saw Harry smile and mouth 'Thank you,' with nothing but gratitude and love in his eyes.

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Harry knew he had to tell his friends about he and Sirius, but he wasn't sure how. They never even knew he was attracted to blokes! Best to get it over and done with in one fell swoop, he thought. So he invited all his friends from his dorm, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny to the Heads Common Room that he and Hermione shared.

"What's up Harry? And is it urgent 'cause I've got a date with Lisa Turpin later tonight mate," Seamus asked, with the implicit understanding that this date could be put off if need be. Since Harry and Seamus had made up after 5th year, Seamus had proved to be a true and loyal friend.

"Um, guys – I guess the only way to tell you is to just say it. How do you all feel about homosexuality?"

Dean smirked, "What, you mean girls with girls and guys with guys?" He shrugged almost indifferently, "Dunno. Guess I don't really care – to each his own, yeah?"

Hermione immediately saw through the question, "I know it's still considered taboo in the Muggle world, Harry, but the Wizarding world is much more tolerant of a person's sexual preference."

"And you personally?" Sirius asked.

Hermione smiled, "I say whatever makes you happy is the way you should go."

"Me too," agreed Ginny.

"Aye, I'm with them. Besides, me uncle on me Mam's side is gay, and I love him just the same," Seamus supplied.

"Me three," Neville smiled, "And I mean literally. I like girls and guys, so it would be hypocritical to say I would dislike the idea."

Everyone gaped at Neville, and he just shrugged and grinned, mumbling, "Well if we're going to be so open about it…."

"Ron?" Harry asked quietly.

"If you're trying to tell us you're gay, mate, I guess I can understand that. It's not a choice I'd make, but you know I'll have your back, and support anything that makes you happy. You're like a brother to me Harry, and we've been through so much together – I wouldn't abandon you over this," Ron replied with a true smile, "Although I guess now I'll have to give up the dream of having you as a brother-in-law someday."

Everyone laughed, and if it was possible for Harry to smile any brighter, you couldn't prove it by them.

"Soooooo - " Hermione half-asked.

Sirius just grinned at her.

"Come on Harry, Sirius, are you telling us that two of the hottest guys in Hogwarts are dating each other?" Ginny asked.

Harry turned bright red while Sirius just smirked and slid an arm around Harry's waist.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Ginny squealed, immediately followed by Hermione. They both jumped up and ran to the new couple, knocking them over with giant bear hugs and congratulations. The guys just chuckled, looking like they'd prefer to issue congrats from slightly further away. No need to start a dog pile over this. But Harry and Sirius were both happy for the support from their friends.

They all talked for a while about what this meant for them all, how the other Gryffindors, and indeed the whole school, would take the news, and what to do in case trouble arose. When everyone left, it was late, and Harry and Sirius decided to stay in the Head Boy's room that night (the Head student's had their own private bedrooms, but Harry and Hermione generally preferred to sleep in Gryffindor Tower).

They curled up on a sofa closest to the fire, just cuddling and reflecting on how the day had gone.

"Were you worried that they wouldn't accept you?" Sirius asked quietly.

"A little," Harry replied. "I'm supposed to be this famous hero of the Wizarding world, with no problems and every aspect of my life perfect and every action done perfectly. Sometimes its hard to know how people will react to anything I do."

"I don't think you're supposed to be some famous hero. I think you're supposed to be Harry. And Harry does things right and does things wrong, just like everyone else. And sure, you are going to save the world some day (literally), and that's nifty and all, but I like it that I get to be here with Harry – just Harry – who has true friends and who I'm lucky enough to call my boyfriend. No matter what happens between us, and no matter what anyone says about us, don't change, okay?" Sirius asked in almost a whisper.

Harry turned to look Sirius in the eyes. For a long time he just searched those grey eyes, looking for something with a quiet determination. He evidently found it, because he smiled softly and said, "I could fall in love with you, you know."

Sirius had always thought someone saying that to him would be terrifying. He was well known during his original Hogwarts days as a ladies man who couldn't commit to save his life. But now…

His heart seemed to swell to three times its natural size. It was almost painful, but at the same time the best feeling he'd ever had. He didn't think about the words, he just said them, "I hope so. Because I think I might already be falling in love with you."

Harry leaned in slowly and kissed him, sweeping everything but that wonderful feeling away. Sirius sighed contentedly as he opened his mouth and allowed Harry to taste him again. Each time was so wonderful. He had never felt this way before and it was scary and exciting at the same time. Arms pulled each other closer as the kiss deepened, and Harry leaned Sirius back into the couch so they were both laying on it. Sirius sent one hand up to cradle Harry's cheek as his other hand slipped under Harry's shirt to discover the flat abdomen underneath. Harry moved his mouth along Sirius' jaw, and found a sensitive spot on his neck that sent shudders through Sirius as he nibbled and sucked on it.

Sirius' hand brushed along Harry's nipple and Harry groaned into the lovely neck he was feasting on. Sirius growled and pushed Harry's shirt up to gain better access. Harry separated from Sirius long enough to completely remove his shirt before he dived back into kissing that succulent mouth again, while his hands worked to unbutton Sirius' shirt. The still fully clothed Sirius allowed his slightly callused hands to explore the planes of Harry's back, feeling the lean muscles and sharp shoulder blades that just excited him even more. He didn't know what it was about Harry, but everything about him seemed to turn him on faster than anyone ever had before.

Sirius broke the kiss to lap at Harry's neck and shoulders, tasting the barely sun-kissed skin and memorizing the many tastes of Harry. He moaned as Harry finally managed to get his shirt open and mostly out of the way, and spread exploring hands across his chest and muscled abs. Harry pulled both their bodies up slightly to push off Sirius' shirt, and sucked on that sensitive spot again as Sirius struggled out of his shirt.

"Oh gods, Harry," Sirius moaned, loving the way Harry seemed to know just the way to make him shiver. Harry grinned and kissed him again, banding his arms around Sirius' now naked chest and bringing their bodies into contact again. The both groaned as they felt so much skin-to-skin contact. Sirius fell back onto the couch with Harry, instinctively thrusting his hips up and bringing a gasp from Harry as their erections came into contact.

Harry was on fire. He had never been so turned on in his life. He knew they weren't ready to go all the way, but he didn't think he'd object to anything Sirius wanted to do tonight. He decided to communicate that by grinding his pelvis into Sirius' slowly as their arousal rose. Both men groaned at the contact, and their kisses became more fierce as they rocked into each other. Neither really knew what he was doing but this felt right and oh so good, and they didn't want to ever stop.

For many minutes there were no words spoken, just the occasional moan and the sounds of the sofa springs moving, but soon neither man could stand the slow pace, and they stepped up their grinding, trying to create more friction, seeking release.

"Oh! Oh, Sirius!"

"Harry, (gasp) Oh Merlin, do that again! Oh, OH!"

"Oh Si, this feels so good. OH GOD!"

"Yes, Oh Harry, YES!"

They came together, clutching onto each other and drowning their cries in a fiery kiss.

As they came down from their mind blowing orgasms, they held onto each other, just trying to regain their equilibrium and enjoying how perfect the moment felt. Sirius grabbed his wand and cast a cleaning spell on them both, and Harry chuckled and kissed him again, slow and lazy this time, like they had all the time in the world to experience this. Harry sighed happily as he pulled away, and slid over so he was spooning Sirius on the couch. He used his wandless magic skills to summon a blanket, and the two lay together on the sofa, drifting off to sleep completely content.

Harry's last thought as he fell into a dreamless sleep was that today hadn't just been a good day. It had been one of the best days of his life. He couldn't wait to see what tomorrow brought.

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A/N: Okay, so before you get on me about them doing stuff like this so early in their relationship, please let me remind you that they are 17 year old boys – basically walking hormones. And don't fret, they aren't going to become sex-crazed addicts; this was a special occurrence in the moment, and won't be happening every day. Harry and Sirius are good boys, and they plan to make something real of their relationship. This was just an expression of that, which I felt was on par with their level of experience. Thank you.