AN: Sorry this took so long. Whenever I would set time aside to write something would come up and stop me. Anyways here it is and I hope you enjoy!

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Sirius felt cold when he woke up the next morning. It didn't take long for him to realize that he was lying naked with only a thin sheet covering his lower extremities. A dull headache informed him that he had gotten drunk the night before. Sirius slowly opened his eyes so they could adjust to the morning light better so he could observe the room. They shot completely open when he realized he was at home. This was his room. Sirius sprung into sitting position and looked around. No one was with him. He smelled the scent of the sheet and there was no mistaking it. It smelled like sex. Sirius began to panic. Why would he bring someone home with him? He always went to a hotel because he knew how angry Lucius would be if he brought a stranger into his home.

Sirius clutched his head as it began to throb. His memories were starting to come back. Sirius' eyes widened as he remembered. Lucius. He had brought Lucius to his room to have a drink hoping it would relieve some stress. They had talked for a while, seriously talked. Sirius hadn't been able to talk like that with anyone since James. But talking had somehow turned into a kiss. Sirius remembered pushing Lucius down onto the bed and climbing on top of him. Kissing was followed by snogging, which was followed by panting and sweating. Sirius' member hardened as he remembered the feeling of thrusting into Lucius' tight body. The sweet cries of his angel still rang in Sirius' ears.

Sirius covered his face with his hands. He had had sex with Lucius. Even after he had promised to not do anything like that. Lucius wanted romance, not sex. Lucius wanted to be swept off his feet and to feel loved. Sirius wanted to cry. Lucius deserved better than this. He deserved more than a drunken shag followed by an awkward morning after conversation that was no doubt on its way. Lucius was probably furious with him and Sirius didn't blame him. What he had done was unforgivable.

Sirius felt the spot next to him. Lucius had fallen asleep with him last night. He probably ran out of the room as soon as he woke up. Sirius let out a sad sigh as he stood up and walked into the bathroom. He would clean himself up and go find his, hopefully not former, friend. It would definitely not help the situation if Sirius came to him smelling like last night's escapade.

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Lucius was sitting in a beautiful glass sunroom looking outside when Sirius found him. He was sitting on a wicker bench with white cushions and pillows on it. It was long enough for someone to lay down and have a nice nap while bathing in the warm sunlight. A house elf had brought him tea and set it on the outdoor style coffee table but it looked like Lucius hadn't even touched it. Sirius' heart ached at the sight of his troubled friend. He decided to do anything to fix what he'd done.

"Can I sit down," he asked quietly. Lucius didn't even look at him but gave a nod. Sirius nervously plopped down into the seat. He silently cursed himself. Why hadn't he taken the time to think of anything to say before coming out here? What the hell was he supposed to do now?

"You must be looking down on me right now," Lucius said breaking the silence. Sirius snapped his head towards the other man.

"Why would you think that," he asked shocked.

"I'm always lecturing you on how you should only have sex with those you love and how much more satisfying relationships are but then I go and sleep with a guy after only a few drinks," Lucius explained lowering his head. Sirius couldn't stand seeing such sadness and self-loathing in that face. That face was meant for laughing and warm, loving smiles.

"Lucius," Sirius said grabbing the dejected man by the jaw and lifting his head to he was looking at him. "I would never think poorly of you. You have done so many wonderful things for not only me and Harry but countless others as well. You are the most selfless and kind person I have ever met, and yes, I still think you a big hopeless romantic. Last night was my fault. I have more experience drinking than you and I should have noticed when we had too much. I also should have never put you in a position where it was so easy for something like that to happen."

Lucius looked back at Sirius. His eyes still had a hint of sadness but there was also relief in them. They also seemed to reveal a complete trust in him. Sirius looked into those ice blue eyes and saw that even after what had happened, what he had done, Lucius still believed in him. Sirius leaned closer to him, feeling an overpowering urge to capture those lips. Lucius sat up straight, breaking Sirius from his trance.

"Look, I don't want this to ruin our friendship. You don't have to feel guilty or apologize for anything since it was both of our faults," he said looking a little uncomfortable. Sirius felt shocked.

"You don't blame me? Didn't I push you down?"

Lucius shook his head and gave Sirius a comforting smile.

"Everything from last night is fuzzy, but I clearly remember telling you that you could do whatever you wanted with me, so you definitely didn't force me into it," he recalled. Sirius gulped. Why did hearing those words turn him on? He was definitely not still drunk.

"Well, let's just forget about it and focus on Harry's tournament. I'm going to write a letter to the headmistress about us getting a guestroom at Hogwarts for the year. If she can allow Dumbledore to stay there she can certainly make room for one of the Governors and his closest friend," Lucius said standing up to make his way out of the room.

"What about Severus," Sirius couldn't stop himself from asking.

"He's my brother in all but blood so I don't really count him as a friend since he's family. You're family too, but it's more like you're an in-law so you can be considered a friend," Lucius explained thoughtfully. Sirius couldn't help but laugh at the blonde's logic. Lucius chuckled before turning away to leave. Sirius couldn't stop his eyes from drifting down the man's slender body to his perfect ass that had clenched onto his manhood so tightly just last night. Sirius felt a lustful shudder spread throughout his body.

"Wait what the hell am I thinking," he asked himself after Lucius was out of earshot. He stood up and paced the room. Why was he having such thoughts about his friend? He had never once thought such things about James and definitely not Peter. He remembered the brief month with Remus which had ended in disaster and had almost ruined their friendship forever. Sirius shook those memories out of his head. He couldn't let that happen again. He needed to forget about last night. That's what Lucius wanted and he would respect that. Sirius felt a stab of pain in his chest. He stopped his pacing and brought his hand to the spot. Why did that thought make him feel….sad? He needed to talk to someone.

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Harry felt like he was going to puke. Dragons. He had to defeat a dragon with nothing but a wand. How in the bloody hell was he supposed to do that? He at least had the advantage of knowing ahead of time at least thanks to Ron whose brother Charlie was in charge of taking care of them. He sat in the library while both Draco and Hermione searched for as many books as they could find on the creatures. Draco said it would be best to know the weak points of all the dragons that had been brought for the competition.

"I don't want to kill a dragon," Harry said sadly when he noticed that Draco had started researching weapons that were effective against dragons.

"You might not have a choice mate," Ron pointed out. Hermione nodded in agreement.

"From what Ron's brother said it sounds like you're supposed to steal some kind of object from it. I don't think a dragon's going to let you near much less walk away with its possession," Draco reasoned. "You can't out run it so you might as well fight it."

Harry sighed and leaned back in his chair. They had a point but he still didn't want to kill a living thing to win some tournament. He was surprised there wasn't some kind of magical animal rights group to prevent this kind of thing.

"To bad I'm not allowed a broom. I could probably out fly the dragon," he mumbled. Draco looked up at Harry and smiled.

"No, but you're allowed a wand," he said happily.

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"Thank you for joining me for this stroll Harry," Dumbledore said with a kind smile.

"No problem sir," Harry said politely. His stomach was filled with butterflies. He had been trying to ignore the old man for a while now but he had unfortunately been caught alone and couldn't come up with an excuse to get away since there were no classes held on the weekends.

"I wanted to know how you are faring. It's been awhile since we've last spoken."

"You mean, since they found evidence that you messed with my sorting," Harry couldn't help but reply.

"Yes, I was hoping you could forgive me for that, you see my boy, as much as we want to treat you like every other student here, you are different. I knew that you would have many trials ahead of you and I believed that being in Gryffindor would benefit you," the former headmaster explained with a sad look in his eye.

"How so," Harry asked.

"I believed that in Gryffindor, you would find you true friends who could help you and support you. Slytherin is a fine house as well but it unfortunately seems to hold many students whose…political views would make you uncomfortable. I did not want those views to influence you and I admit I may have over stepped my bounds," Dumbledore explained in an all-knowing tone. Harry thought about it. It's true that Slytherin was full of kids from pure blood families who looked down on those coming from the muggle world and he supposed he understood the fear that he would have been influenced by this. But it would never have happened. Harry only really hung out with Draco and Blaise who respected muggle-borns but then again there was no way for Dumbledore to know that.

"But sir, why am I so important? I understand that I'm famous because of what happened between me and Voldemort but why does that matter now. He's gone isn't he," Harry asked.

"Oh, I'm afraid there are ways for him to return," Dumbledore said cryptically. Harry narrowed his eyes.

"I don't understand sir. How can someone come back from the dead? Or is he really dead?"

Dumbledore raised his hand to silence him.

"Those questions will be answered in a less stressful time. The first challenge is tomorrow correct? I assume you have a plan for the dragons," Dumbledore asked then smirked at Harry's surprised face.

"I knew you would find out from Mr. Weasley. His brother is the one tending to them is he not?"

"Yes sir."

"Don't fret. It won't affect the competition if the competitors find out about the challenge beforehand but please refrain from telling Mr. Crouch about it."

Harry nodded. Severus had already told him that. He had apologized for not being able to help Harry come up with a plan against the dragon but Harry had understood. Severus was a teacher after all and he didn't want to get him in trouble.

"Lemon drop," Dumbledore offered. Harry shook his head and the old man unwrapped the candy and placed it in his own mouth.

"Stormy, don't trust this man. He's a politician and not one like papa. He's after power and seems to have plans for you," Euryale warned. She kept her head hidden under Harry's robes so she couldn't be seen. Harry nodded that he understood her.

"Mr. Dumbledore, was there something particular you wanted to speak to me about," Harry asked. He wanted to get away from this man as soon as possible.

"Believe it or not Harry, I really did just want to discuss the tournament with you, you are far too young to be put in such danger and I wanted to make sure you were not too stressed about it," Dumbledore sighed. Harry shrugged. It seemed like a reasonable explanation. "I also wanted to ask your forgiveness."

Harry stopped walking and turned to look at the old man. He had a sad look in his eye but Harry could see a faint twinkle staring back at him.

"Sir?"

"I have caused you great pain. Not only did I overstep my bounds by having you sorted into Gryffindor but I also sent you to your relatives without properly looking at your parent's will. I had foolishly assumed it was best that you be raised by the only family you had left. I had been careless and it caused you years of pain. I am taking this time now to apologize for my misdeeds."

Harry stared up at the older man. Part of him wanted to forgive him but another part wanted to scream at him. He looked over the older man's face and remembered something.

"But didn't you have someone spying on me as well," he blurted out before he could stop himself. Dumbledore looked surprised.

"Spy? Where on earth did you hear that I had someone spying on you," he asked. Harry didn't want to mention Severus or papa so he had to think quickly.

"It was something that came up when they were investigating you. It was mentioned but nothing specific came up," he said. It wasn't technically a lie. Dumbledore gave Harry a curious look.

"I'll admit I had a few conversations with someone about how you were adjusting to the wizarding world but I would hardly call that spying. I liked to keep an eye on students that were new to the world of magic since they often are more stressed in their first few years of Hogwarts. It was nothing evasive if that's what you're worried about, just some general inquiries."

"I guess that makes sense," Harry mumbled. Dumbledore smiled.

"Does this mean I have your forgiveness?"

Harry was still unsure and shifted uncomfortably. He felt like the headmaster was scrutinizing him with his expectant gaze.

"Forgiving someone does not mean forgetting what they've done. You can accept his apology but you're not obligated to trust him," Euryale hissed offering her advice. Harry relaxed and smiled back at his former headmaster.

"I accept, and if that's all, I need to get back. Mr. Malfoy and Sirius will be here soon and I want to see them."

Harry made a point not to call Lucius papa in front of Dumbledore. Something told him it wasn't safe. Dumbledore smiled and nodded.

"Of course my boy. Enjoy your day," he said as Harry started walking away. Harry was moving as fast as he could without it looking like he was running.

"I notice that Beardo didn't mention who he had talked to about you. Perhaps you should ask around and find out what they had told him," Euryale suggested not even bothering to wait until they were out of earshot.

"Beardo?"

"You saw it didn't you. That thing looked weird and unnatural but that's not important right now. Beardo reminds me of a demon," she explained poking her head out from under his cloak to look around. "He's the type to make deals for peoples souls."

"Ah. Well I'll ask Ron and Hermione about it. Maybe someone talked to them about it being questioned about me," Harry decided. He stopped and looked down the corridor. "Well speak of the devil."

"Son of a bitch I thought we left him behind," Euryale hissed looking behind them for Dumbledore. Harry laughed and petted her head to calm her down.

"No I mean Hermione and Ron. They're talking to Draco," he said pointing to them.

"Hey Harry, I was just asking around for you. Where were you," Draco asked half running up to them. He reached his hand out and petted Euryale's scales.

"I got caught by Dumbledore. He wanted to talk so we went for a short walk," Harry admitted. Draco narrowed his eyes.

"Oh, how is he doing? Haven't heard from him in a while," Ron said walking up with Hermione. Both Harry and Draco snapped their head towards him. Ron looked a little startled by their reaction.

"You talk to Dumbledore a lot," Draco asked trying to sound nonchalant. Ron narrowed his eyes at him.

"As a matter of fact yes. He was close to my parents during the wizarding war with You Know Who. He and mum still send letters," he answered. "What's the big deal? He's a great wizard. I understand people being upset with him over the incident in our first year but it's not like he meant for anything like that to happen."

"I think we're going to have to have a conversation later," Draco commented. "Harry, I wanted to tell you that dad and Sirius are here. They're in Snape's rooms."

"Okay. I'll see you guys later," Harry said waving goodbye to Ron and Hermione. He wanted to ask Ron more about his connection to Dumbledore but he hadn't seen papa or Sirius in a while so he made a mental note to talk to him about it later.

"Harry, I don't want to sound like I'm against Ron or anything but if he's really so close to Dumbledore I would watch what you tell him from now on," Draco whispered. Harry could see the concerned look on his face.

"I agree with Sparkles," Euryale piped up. "Foody is a good friend but he's naive. Perhaps you should tell him about what Beardo did so he knows better than to trust him."

"I will," Harry answered.

"Seriously Harry. You have to remember that the rest of us can't speak parceltongue. It's annoying to only hear half of a conversation," Draco grumbled. Euryale gave a small snake sigh and slithered over so she could reach him. She rubbed her head against Draco's in a gesture that looked like she was trying to comfort him.

"Poor Sparkles. I wish I could talk to you too."

Harry giggled and translated. Draco thanked Euryale and petted her again.

"I'm glad you feel the same way."

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Remus sighed as he finished marking the last paper from his third year Ravenclaw students. He glanced over at the pile that contained the Hufflepuffs papers. He let out another long sigh as he grabbed a scroll from the top of the pile and got started. He needed to finish grading these before the next full moon. He had just started to ink his quill when he heard a frantic knocking at his door.

"Who is it," he asked feeling irritated.

"Remus I need your help," Sirius cried as he flung the door open. Remus didn't even bother pointing out that he hadn't told the man he could come in. The insecure look on his friends face worried him.

"What happened," he asked putting away the scroll he was about to read. Sirius sat down in the seat on the other side of his desk.

"I had sex with someone," Sirius said looking like he was confessing to robbing a store. Remus blinked at him.

"Sirius you've been having sex since you were fourteen it's nothing new."

Sirius shook his head.

"No, I mean I had sex someone I shouldn't have."

"Who?"

"Lucius."

Remus leaned back in his chair. Sirius was looking down shamefully at his lap.

"Malfoy? I didn't think he would be into one night stands. I know he likes guys but I got the feeling that he was secretly a romantic."

Sirius' head snapped up.

"How did you know he was gay? I never told you that," he said incredulously. Remus debated telling him what he had saw back in his first year of Hogwarts but decided against it. It really wasn't his place to say anything.

"It doesn't matter. Why is you and Malfoy having sex so bad? Did you… fire prematurely," Remus asked in a low voice.

"No," Sirius yelled looking mortified.

"Was he no good and you don't know how to tell him," Remus asked.

"Of course not! He was amazing. The best I've ever had and that's the problem," Sirius cried standing up from his chair. "I know I shouldn't think of him that way since he's my friend but I can't help it. This is the first time this has ever happened to me."

"What do you mean?"

"I've never looked at a friend in that way since…you," Sirius explained sadly.

"How did this happen then," Remus asked wanting to get a clear picture of the situation. Sirius sat back down and told him about how he and Malfoy had gotten drunk before having sex and what had happened the next morning. Remus couldn't help but feel a little bad for them.

"And now that it's over I feel sad and aroused every time I look at him," Sirius finished looking down into his lap. Remus raised an eyebrow at him.

"Sirius, have you ever considered that maybe you want more from Malfoy then a one night stand," he suggested.

"I did but Lucius would never settle for being a sex friend," Sirius whined. Remus refrained from rolling his eyes at his dimwitted friend.

"That's not what I mean. What about you try dating him?"

Sirius looked up at him with huge eyes as if he had started to change into his werewolf form right there in the middle of the day.

"But I haven't done that in so long. What if I hurt him? What if I do something to make him hate me? I don't think I could stand that," Sirius said looking like he was about to cry. Remus just looked at him and sighed. Figures he would be more worried about Lucius' feelings than his own.

"Then I suggest you take some time alone to think about what you're going to do with these feeling of yours. Are you going to forget about them and move on to having pointless sex with people whose names you don't even bother learning, or are you going to man up and ask Malfoy out on a date," Remus said in a stern voice. He had never approved of Sirius' attitude towards his partners but understood more than anyone else the reasoning behind it. Sirius hadn't been the same since he had broken up with him. Remus had felt guilty for a long time after it happened. They had been each other's first and Remus knew how Sirius had felt about him but the werewolf wouldn't allow it. Being dominated by another male went against the wolfs' instincts to find a proper mate to have cubs with. Sirius had taken it really hard and Remus hoped his advice would help him. Sirius looked down and mumbled an okay and that he would think about it. Remus smiled at his old friend and watched him stumble back out of his office door. He silently prayed that he would find happiness.

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AN: In the next chapter, my version of the first challenge! Will I come with something different or will I just copy what JK Rowling did? Most likely something different. And let's not forget the Yule Ball! Romance and action ahead in the upcoming chapter! Heehee