I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX, DANIEL RADCLIFFE, HOGWARTS, BERTIE BOTTS' EVERY FLAVOUR BEANS, TOM FELTON, THE MARAUDERS' MAP, JKR'S LIPGLOSS, THE BURROW, THE RESURRECTION STONE, A DOG, HELENA BONHAM-CARTER, ALBUS DUMBLEDORE, NAGINI, THE WHOMPING WILLOW, A PENIS, JACOB BLACK, ALAN RICKMAN, A SIX INCH WAND OF HOLLY WITH A UNICORN HAIR CORE, OR WARNER BROTHERS. I DO OWN JASON ISAACS, THOUGH, AND I KEEP HIM IN A CUPBOARD AND MAKE HIM PUT ON A LONG, BLOND WIG WHEN MY HUSBAND GOES OUT. OK THAT WAS A LIE. J K ROWLING OWNS EVERYTHING IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD INCLUDING JASON ISAAC'S WIG.

Warning: Boy-love smut including rimming. But if you've made it this far then I don't think that will shock you.

Hot Dog With Sauce

"I want to be taken seriously," Bill said, not quite believing that he was admitting this. "I hated it at school. The open hostility I could fight, I could hate them. But I hated the sniggering, the whispers, the assumptions. I want to be respected, not … not some old joke."

Bums to the ground, boys, Weasley's around.

Maybe we could learn a potion to turn Weasley into a real boy, Sir.

Is it called Head Boy cos that's what you give the teachers?

It's not the Quidditch that's the problem, Bill. The other boys in the team just aren't comfortable with you being in the Changing Room. I don't have a choice.

It was quiet. The clock ticked. Nobody spoke, they did not look at each other.

Andromeda Black was disowned by her family because she loved Ted Tonks.

Lily Potter gave up her life for the love of her son.

Frank Longbottom took the Cruciatus Curse to try to protect his Alice.

Uncle Gideon used the ridicule to root out the bigots so he could curse them.

It had all made sense when Fleur had explained it. But she was barely out of childhood; she had never fallen in love. How could she understand what she proposed? Why had he listened to her?

He wrapped his arms round himself and lowered his head. His whole body clenched in on itself. He was petty and pathetic and selfish and it was hurting the last person he ever wanted to hurt. His pride was such a very little thing and his love was so big. It shouldn't be so painful to decide.

He lifted his eyes and looked across the room at the sullen, gaunt, wrinkled, scruffy, perfect man in the armchair and pleaded, "Siz. Make everything better."

Sirius looked warily at Molly and Bill remembered that she was sitting next to him. She stood and smoothed her skirts.

"I'll leave you two boys to it," she said. "I will just say, son, that you're the only one who can make things better now. I'd best go and see how George is."

"Oh, George!" Bill remembered what he had done and curled in on himself even further. "Tell him I'm sorry, will you?"

She left the room, shutting the door behind her.

Bill rubbed at his face, but it didn't make him feel any better. Then he felt Sirius sink onto the sofa next to him. He put his arms round Bill's shoulders and his chin on Bill's lowered head. Bill nearly said 'I love you', but remembered Sirius telling him that words were easy and tears were cheap.

"Silly boy," Sirius muttered.

"You know tomorrow?" Bill asked.

"Trying not to think about it," Sirius replied.

The schoolchildren would be taking the Hogwarts Express and the Weasleys would return to The Burrow. Sirius would be alone again, which he hated, but Bill would hate it, too.

"Is it alright if I stay?"

Sirius pulled back suddenly, then took hold of Bill's face and raised it so that he could read his expression. "Stay here?" he asked.

Bill nodded. "Move in? Can I?"

Sirius looked as though he were about to jump at the chance, then something clouded his features.

"It's too late to talk to Fleur now," Bill gabbled. "I'll see her at work tomorrow. Needs to be face to face. She's been generous, really, but she doesn't understand. I have to explain why I'm finishing with her. I don't want to upset anyone. Mostly you, though, can't make you unhappy any more."

"She'll be fine. She doesn't love you. If she did she couldn't share you," Sirius croaked. Then his face cracked into a huge smile that looked like the sun coming out. "Fair enough, I suppose you can stay. How long for?"

Bill grinned back. "I was thinking of forever?" He cocked his head on one side.

"Not quite long enough," Sirius replied softly, pecking a kiss onto the end of Bill's nose.

Bill pulled one hand out from between their two bodies, and traced a finger over Sirius' cheekbone, through the hollow underneath and down to the sensitive spot on his neck. He brought their mouths together and felt Sirius' tongue push eagerly into the kiss. Fingers snaked into his hair, pulling out the band holding his pony-tail.

Sirius broke away suddenly to grunt, "We should move. Poor innocent Ginny. Remember?"

Then they were broken atoms floating in darkness and Bill handed all control to the man whose arms held him.

They landed on the bed.

"Our bedroom." Sirius smiled.

Bill nodded and then renewed the slow, deep kiss. He raised his arms like a child and Sirius removed his robes. Bill stared up as his lover planted a soft kiss at the edge of his mouth, then at the other edge, then worked his way to the middle, alternating sides.

Next Sirius shifted his weight onto one arm and Bill turned his head to watch the wiry muscles contract. Sirius ducked down, putting his nose behind Bill's ear and gently nibbling along his jaw, while his free hand stroked over Bill's exposed chest.

Tingling, Bill stroked long, black hair. He could hear himself purring. Then, he arched his neck backwards as Sirius licked his nipples, his navel and then disappeared down to pull off his socks. He kissed each toe in turn and then the spaces between them, before pushing on Bill's arches to bring his knees to his chest.

Sirius nuzzled down a pale, muscular inner thigh until he reached the stretched buttocks. He slipped his short-nailed fore and index fingers under the top of the thick elastic waistband of Bill's Calvins. Achingly slowly he pulled down, lightly scratching the skin he passed with his long-nailed fingers as he removed the underwear.

Bill's engorged cock caught on the black cotton and Sirius freed it with his lips. He lapped once at the sticky tip. Once only. Bill groaned as his lover knelt up, increasing their distance.

All trace of Egypt had faded from Bill's skin. The white of his arse was now the colour of the rest of his body. Bill clasped his fingers around Sirius' strong, bony hands as they held him still.

"I love you, Siz," he murmured.

With a swish of silky black hair, Sirius ducked down between Bill's knees and firm, tongue moist strokes massaged his eager hole. Bill tried to watch, to remember forever his own nakedness and his man's clothed body ministering to it, but the sensations were too strong. With one strong arm, his knees were pressed to his chest while sensitive, slow, expert hands and a mouth worked on him.

He floated through the sensuality, at one point barely aware that what he was feeling was a thumb being pressed through his ring of muscle.

He opened his eyes. A naked Sirius was hovering over his body. Bill reached up to stroke his cheekbone again and Sirius' eyelids fluttered. Then slowly, gently, softly, their bodies joined and they moved their hips together, apart, together, relishing every point of contact.

Bill caressed the back of Sirius' strong, taut neck and eased their mouths back into contact. Eyes closed, tongues probing, they undulated together for longer than either had thought possible before.

When they finally climaxed, they both came at the same time and with every nerve-ending in their bodies

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Author's Note: That was the penultimate chapter. Next chapter it all ends - one way or the other!