• 1-DogBites
• 2-Chapter 2
• 3-Chapter 3
• 4-Epilogue

Warning: Rated NC-17 for homosexual content. Don’t like…that’s fine, but if you don’t like and are reading this than you obviously didn’t read the summary. So, you’re a fool. Alright, there IS a lemon in this fic…it’s in the last chapter, but if you don’t read it then you really don’t get to read the end of the story. So, yeah, two boys getting it on. You’ve been warned. And yes! I know the Epilogue is small. I want it that way.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or anything affiliated with the books/movies. JK Rowling owns Harry Potter and all things affiliated…and kinda this plot-thingie…but not really. It’s loosely based on the information within the 5th book, when Sirius confesses to running away and staying with James.

Paring: Sirius/James

Author’s Note: Hey all! This is my first attempt at a Harry Potter fanfic and Harry’s not even in it! Hehe. Anyway, this came to me when reading the fifth book…and no, I didn’t just read it recently. This is how slow I am. I preordered the book and read it in three days so that’s how old this fic is. And now I’m finally finished. Cookies for my beta Die Spitze…and the first chapter was also beta-ed by Twist…but I think she fell off the planet, hehe.

Oh, and don’t tell me I’m grammatically incorrect for typing James’s and Sirius’s instead of James’ and Sirius’ when it’s possessive, because…I’m a fool. I used to say that was wrong, until I looked into it and according to SEAE (Standard Edited American English) if the proper word ends with an “s” then you have to write “s’s”. Also, I’m Canadian so don’t tell me I should have wrote “wardrobe” instead of “closet” because I’ll tell you what to write and where to write it. I made their dialogue realistically British so leave my narrative alone.

The brown door opened slightly, the remnants of delicious airs wafting past and into the cold, dark night making him realize how out of place he always was. A pair of dazzling, hazel eyes peered out from behind the door, their hands clutching the door tightly; they widened with surprise as their hands relaxed their grip, opening the door completely.

“Again?”

The handsome boy on the outside of the house diverted his dark eyes to the cement porch as he nodded slowly. He hated imposing, hated intruding, but had no other place to go.

“Whoa, all of it?” Concerned, the boy on the inside eyed his best friend and noted that he held tight to the handle of his trunk with his left hand, and his broom with the other. The boy before him, whose face was so pale as he nodded again and his thin frame seemed so meek, almost venerable, made his heart break. “Not going back this time?”

He didn’t look up as he shook his head; a mixture of anger and despair swellnsidnside him at the thought of being completely alone.

“Well, are you just going to stand there?” Thin lips curled into a warm smile, an inviting smile, as he backed out of the doorway fully.

“Thanks, Prongs.” His voice cracked as he slowly, almost intimidatedly, trudged into the house that he loved more than his own.

But who could love his own house, with his terrible parents and brother, not to mention that horrible house-elf who tormented him? It brought back disturbing memories he wished to god no one ever had to endure ... except, perhaps Snape.

With a tiny smirk to fit his thoughts, he raised his eyes to meet those of his best friend. “I owe you.”

“Naw.” James brought his hand up to the back of his head and roughly messed his hair, then proceeded to shut the door once his best friend, and his belongings, were safely inside.

“I do! I’m always running here when I ... ” Realizing that his bravado was on the verge of becoming not so macho he stiffened his depressing posture and looked around the warm house that reeked of a healthy family system. “Well, I owe your parents at least.”

“Sirius, you don’t owe anyone ... But I should tell my parents you’re here. Run that stuff up to my room, okay?”

Sirius nodded, forcing a smile, and proceeded towards the gray-carpeted stairs as he watched James slip into the lime-green hallway and disappear around a corner. He sighed, feeling heavy with exhaustion, and dragged his large trunk up the creaking stairs. Sirius ascended, turned left and proceeded to the end of the dark hallway, finding his way by heart, then opened the powder blue door on his left and flicked the lights.

James’s bedroom was one of his favourite rooms in the world. The walls were painted sky blue, and decorated with Quidditch memorabilia from almost every team. There was a desk randomly organized in the far right corner and upon it sat ink, quills and an array of unfinished homework. (How typical of him.) In the corner closest to the door was a laundry hamper, but every article of dirty clothing seemed to accumulate around it, instead of in it, where, James said, it belonged. To his left was a bookshelf with spell books from the past years and wedged in the corner between a dresser, of which clothing was loosely hanging from different corners as none of the drawers were closed properly, and a wall sat his open and unorganized Hogwarts trunk. On the far left wall, James’s broomstick (his pride and joy) stuck out of his double-doored closet. In front of that sat his nightstand, which was also next to his untidy bed; the sheets hung lazily off the edges, lightly pawing with the floor. Lastly, above his bed was a large window trimmed in stained oak. No, with all of the mess and clothing spread carelessly across the hardwood floor there was nothing special about James’s room except that it was exactly how a teenaged boy’s room should be. It was how Sirius wished his room to be.

alkealked over to the desk, and placed his trunk between it and the bed, placing his broom on top of his trunk. He turned to leave when he noticed something move out of the corner of his eye. His attention was brought to James’s desk where there, in the corner of it, sat a moving picture of James and himself. They were sitting in the Gryffindor common room by the fire. Both of them were smiling somewhat mischievously, so Sirius took a seat on James’s bed recalling the events leading up to when the picture was taken.

The picture was taken in their fourth year, the day of their Potions exam. For that particular exam they had to brew a complicated shrinking potion of which they stole a flask of. During lunch James created a diversion to draw Snape’s attention and Sirius slipped a small portion into Snape’s Pumpkin Juice. Snape, being as gullible as he was, hadn’t noticed a thing. His head shrunk five inches before he fled from the Great Hall in search of Madam Pomfrey.

Sirius was about to set the picture back on the desk when something stopped him. He couldn’t help but notice how James’s eyes twinkled at him. He sat and watched James for a few silent minutes, loving how his thin lips curled into such a big smile, how his eyes seemed so bright and his hair so ruffled. With a quick glance towards the door, to make sure no one was standing there, Sirius brought his index finger to the picture and gently brushed James’s face. He could feel a flutter in his stomach as an urge to kiss James consumed him. But he could never. James was his best friend, and he just would never have the courage. But ... maybe there was another way.

He brought the picture close to his face and whispered to his picture self: “Kiss him.” He pointed to James, and his picture self, surprised at the request, stayed still.

“Go on!”

Hesitantly, his picture self began to move closer to James. They were facing each other and picture J blu blushed slightly as picture Sirius closed in and pressed their lips together. Sirius watched as his picture self slowly wrapped an arm around James, and brought his free hand to hold the back of James’s head. Sirius could feel his stomach flutter even more as he watched himself with James—watched as he tangled his fingertips in James’s short hair and watched as he tugged lightly on James’s bottom lip. He could feel his own lips begin to tingle, but reckoned it was his imagination. Picture James seemed to press himself into picture Sirius as their mouths opened even more, letting their tongues play gently. However, it seemed they were both nervous to continue any further when suddenly a voice spoke.

“Found that old picture, hey?”

Sirius, and picture Sirius and James all jumped as James walked into his room and over to the bed. (Both picture James and Sirius scrambling back to their original positions.) Sirius blushed profusely as he set the picture back down, although his blush was nothing compared to the picture’s.

“Ugh ... ugh ... y-yeah ... I did.”

James nodded and sat next to Sirius, extending a hand to take hold of the picture. He smiled down at it fondly, and chuckled lightly.

“That was some prank, hey? Sent Snivellus bolting out of the Great Hall. Ah, but a good detention was worth it, wasn’t it?”

Sirius smirked at James and nodded in concurrence.

“Yeah, but there’s always a price to pay for your actions.”

James gasped, bringing a hand up to his chest (held above his heart) in mock disbelief as he surveyed Sirius with shocked eyes.

“Doth mine ears deceiveth me? Padfoot, a Marauder take responsibility for their actions? How darest thou put forth such a scandaled suggestion!” James broke out into laugher, falling back carelessly on his bed while letting his legs still dangle over the edge of his bed. He sighed happily, then propped himself up on one elbow so he could look at Sirius. “But, I hate to admit, I think we’re ... what’s it called when you get older? Maturing?”

“Don’t you ever say that.” Sirius scowled, assuming the same position as James. “But, the Marauders ... it should just be the three of us, you know?”

“What?--”

“Peter. He’s such an annoying git sometimes.” Sirius cracked a smile as James reached over and playfully punched his shoulder.

“That’s not nice.”

“I know.” Sirius’s smile grew wider as he stared at James, an all-to-familiar glint in his eyes.

TBC