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Gillyflower, Heliotrope and Hemlock.	By : Kimmimaru Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Sirius Views: 9034 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters or settings by JK Rowling. I make no profit from this story.

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AN: Hullo again! I hope you’re all still enjoying this story, I am trying to write so many stories at the moment it’s becoming a little overwhelming, lol. However, I am trying to get them all written as quickly as possible. Now then, this has a little mild smut but it’s pretty basic. The more intense stuff will come later, have no fear! Enjoy this chapter.

This kid is going to wreck and ruin

I'm not quite sure of what I'm doing

You see it happened all a little too soon

But it's all there in this here tune -

Thin Lizzy – Fighting my way back, Album; Fighting.

Chapter Ten

When Harry didn’t answer Sirius began undoing his belt, his fingers nimble and fast. Before he knew what was happening Sirius had Harry’s erection clasped firmly in a hot palm, he leaned forward and began leaving a trail of soft kisses down his throat and Harry closed his eyes tightly to erase those haunting silver eyes from his own. Sirius chuckled and nipped lightly on the lobe of Harry’s ear, “Mm…you’re pretty hard for a straight guy, Harry.” He whispered as he moved his hand up and down Harry’s shaft, he felt the slightly younger man breathing heavily beneath him, he felt a familiar buzz run through his nerves and go straight to his own groin. He liked the fact that he had the power to make Harry’s breathing speed up, he had always got off on knowing he was good at anything to do with sex. He grinned as Harry let slip a soft little moan, it was quickly stifled but unmistakable. It wasn’t long before Harry was thrusting his hips off of the seat of the chair, his eyes remained firmly shut as his hands clutched desperately on the wooden arms of his seat. Sirius moaned heavily in his ear, ensuring his breathe tickled the sensitive flesh. Suddenly Harry’s eyes flew open and he grabbed Sirius’ wrist tightly, his body tensed as his grip tightened on the hand holding his cock. Green eyes met silver and Harry felt his orgasm twisting viciously in his abdomen, he held Sirius’ gaze as he came with his teeth digging into his bottom lip. Sirius’ smirk graced his face once again after getting over the shock of seeing Harry come undone, he lifted his soild hand to his mouth and ran his tongue through the sticky mess of Harry’s cum. He chuckled roughly as Harry’s eyes widened behind his now wonky glasses. “You taste good.” He said.

“Sirius…A word, now.”

Harry jumped as a jolt of terrified embarrassment shot into the pit of his stomach, it shattered the dazed post-orgasmic bliss and the spell of Sirius’ eyes and he blinked rapidly as colour heated his cheeks. Sirius cleaned his hand with a few more stroke of his tongue, his eyes glittering dangerously behind his messy fringe as he stared at Remus. “Alright, Moony.” He said by way of greeting, he slid easily from Harry’s lap and walked towards the door, with a smile he threw Harry a smouldering look over his shoulder before following the werewolf from the room and into the kitchen. James was whistling to himself as he put away shopping, when his friends entered he turned and smiled but it fell quickly when he saw Remus’ tense stance.

“What’s going on?” James asked and turned his eyes to Sirius who hefted himself up onto the counter, he rummaged in one of the nearby bags and withdrew a packet of muggle cigarettes. “Sirius?”

Sirius shrugged and lit the little white stick with his wand before blowing acrid scented smoke from his lungs. He sighed. “Ah, nothing like a muggle cigarette…” He muttered and flicked ash casually onto the stained tiled floor.

“Remus, what’s wrong?” James’ tone became one of worry as he gazed at his tense friend. Remus ran fingers through his hair and kicked the door too, he strode over to Sirius who was now leaning against the wall in a pose that showed he felt no remorse for seducing the son of his best friend.

“He is what’s wrong.” Remus said, jabbing a finger at Sirius who adopted a look of false innocence.

“Me?! I haven’t done anything to warrant an accusatory finger, Moony old friend.” He took another deep drag and blew the smoke out through his nose, he tapped the cigarette and ash drifted to the tiles.

“You deserve a punch for what you’ve just done, Sirius!” Remus snapped angrily. “Harry’s younger than you…he’s not from this world! What you did was…was not only disgusting but downright cruel!”

Sirius lifted an elegant eyebrow and shook his hair back from his eyes, he took another drag and seemed to think as he rocked back and forth on his cold seat. “Oh, you mean that!” he said in mock surprise. “I didn’t do anything wrong. You’re in the wrong for interrupting before I could finish myself off…”

Remus flushed but his hands clenched into fists at his sides and he stepped towards his friend with fury turning his eyes amber, Sirius watched him in mild amusement. “You are acting like a horny teenager! You’re supposed to be better than this…I thought you were better than this! Can’t you control yourself for once in your bloody life?! You are not an animal, Sirius, you are supposed to be the one in control! Harry is relying on us to guide him through this horrible world, he’s never witnessed anything like this before and now you’re confusing him by seducing him! How dare you! What happens if he does end up leaving when this is over? What happens when he returns to his own time?!”

Sirius’ eyes turned suddenly cold, he lifted his head up and straightened his back. “I’m not falling for him, Remus.” He said softly, his voice filling with potential venom as his lids lowered in a look of arrogant insolence. “This isn’t about love, or any of that pathetic, childish emotions. This is sex. It’s fucking. It’s cold and pitiless and nothing more than a way for two people to satisfy their animalistic urges, we’re both adults, he may be younger than me but in this world it’s only by months, not years. I am not a pervert. Sex is the most natural thing in the world, everyone knows that it relieves stress and clears the head…it’s healthy.” He took another drag from his cigarette and slid from his perch. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to go see if Harry’s still interested…” As he reached the door he felt an iron grip on his arm, he turned and glared at Remus who was giving him an equally heated look.

“Don’t you dare lay a hand on him.” Remus growled. “This is not simply for his sake, although it is a good part of it, it is for your own good! Listen to me! For once in your life, Sirius, listen! Stop trying to rebel against everyone! I care about you, I’m your friend! Please…”

Sirius yanked his arm free and tossed his head, he sneered angrily. “Get off of me.” He growled. “I’m not a fucking child who needs to be controlled, I am my own man. I know what I’m doing! You’re beginning to remind me of my own parents…be careful you don’t cross that line.”

Remus was silent a moment, his anger returning rapidly, like a fire flamed by wind. “How dare you!” he hissed. “I am not doing this because of some paternal sense of protectiveness, I am trying to attempt to rectify a very delicate situation! This is more than just sex, Sirius! This is Harry Potter! This is James’ son! Your Godson! He’s the only one who can destroy Voldemort once and for all!”

Sirius hissed air through his teeth, his face twisting in fury. “He’s a man!” he shouted. “He can make his own decisions, Remus! He does not need to be babied. Merlin, you’re acting like a mother…his mother is dead! His father is dead! Don’t you understand yet? This is not the same Harry who was supposed to be born in this world! This man is different, he’s perfectly capable of pushing me away, of telling me no…but he didn’t. He wasn’t telling me to stop. I was listening…I’m not a fucking rapist! I’M NOT MY FATHER!” His eyes widened briefly before going dark, he turned his head away and dropped his cigarette onto the floor and crushing it beneath his boot. “Fuck this, I’m going for a walk.” He hissed and turned only to feel a hand on his shoulder. He was yanked away from the door and thrown into the wall, his eyes widened briefly as Remus pressed his forearm against his chest.

“No. You’re not going anywhere until you have apologised to Harry.”

Sirius snarled and pushed Remus roughly away from him. “What’s wrong with you…? Is it your time of month?!” He growled, he saw Remus snarl in response. “Or is it that you’re jealous?” Sirius’ face turned into an evil smirk. “Oh, so you want Harry for yourself and you’re jealous that I had the guts to try something…hmm…poor, poor Remus…so far in the closet he’s seeing the skeletons.” He let out a bark of humourless laughter and Remus flushed with anger, in contrast Sirius got paler. “Perhaps the little werewolf would like a taste of our savoir…” he lifted his hand and flicked his tongue over the tips of his fingers, the gesture casually seductive, he chuckled. “Well, too late.” He grinned nastily and watched Remus lunge, before they could so much as raise wands there was a blast like a canon going off. Smoke filled the room and set them both to choking, Sirius’ eyes watered, he lifted his wand blinking rapidly as he sought the source of the explosion.

“Stop this right now, both of you!” James’ commanding voice shattered the strained silence and both pairs of eyes turned to him, he walked over to Sirius and slammed him into the wall with one hand on his chest. “What the fuck have you done?” He growled as he glared into Sirius’ eyes, they lost their anger and he now looked mollified and a little worried.

“It was…just a bit of fun, Jamie.” Sirius said quietly, his eyes dropping to stare at the tiled floor. “I was…curious, I only wanted to know if he was interested in you know…being with me in that way…I just…”

“You just nearly fucked my son.” James said, his mouth twisting in a grimace. “The last living reminder of Lily…of my wife…of the son I lost…”

Sirius kept his eyes downcast. “I’m sorry.” He breathed. “I never thought…”

“You never do think, Sirius…that’s your problem.” James released him and shook his head. “Whatever you did, go apologise.”

Sirius looked up at his best friend through his fringe, his eyes shot to Remus who stood still with his head turned away. “Remus…” he muttered. “I’m sorry, mate.” He breathed. “I didn’t mean all those things…I just…sometimes it’s like there’s this…monster inside me and it says and does things that are wrong.”

Remus looked at him and sighed, he smiled bitterly. “I think I understand that feeling.”

They smiled at each other and the tension broke, James slumped against the wall and hung his head. “Merlin…this is destroying us.” He whispered and took a shaky breathe as he pushed both hands into his messy hair. “…all of us.”

“I know.” Sirius replied and turned away, he pushed the door open and paused with his eyes on the mouldy ceiling. “We only have to make sure Harry survives this…right? I mean…when Voldemort’s dead and everything…what will we do?” James and Remus looked at each other, their eyes conveying the truth; they had no lives outside the war. If the war ended so would they. Sirius smiled, knowing exactly what was going through his friend’s heads. “It’ll be a fucking relief.” He whispered and left the kitchen. “And I’ll finally be free.” His smile widened as he entered the decrepit living room, he found Harry sitting down and rolling the ring across the table. “Hi, I am sent here to apologise to you.” Sirius said and gave Harry a wonky, guilty smile. “Sometimes I…I get kind of carried away and more than a little obsessed with things…I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have laid a hand on you.”

“Er…ok.” Harry replied, still unable to meet Sirius’ eyes. “Right…well…now that’s over…what was that explosion?”

Sirius grimaced. “James was reminding me of my place.” He tried to smile but the atmosphere was awkward, nervously he rubbed the back of his neck and cleared his throat. “Yeah, he has to do that sometimes…just to make sure I don’t go completely insane. Black gene’s and all that…” Harry nodded and frowned at the table. “So…erm…I-I’m gunna just…go and…er…” Sirius moved towards the door just as Harry let out a sudden burst of laughter, he turned to the green eyes man in confusion.

“We’re idiots.” He said brightly, although his face was still crimson with blood.

“We are at that, Prongslet.”

XXX

Hermione paced frantically, her hands twisted before her as she worried her lip with her teeth. Neville had begun to feel dizzy watching her continuous pacing, it was like watching a tiger at a zoo…a very agitated tiger. Her hair had fallen from it’s bun at the back of her head and had begun to lose all semblance of neatness, it stuck up in random bunches looking frizzier than ever. The effect would have been comical if Neville hadn’t been terrified she would have hexed his balls off, he had become rather fond of his balls over the past twenty odd years of his life and had no wish to part company with them. “Erm…” He began and Hermione turned on him, she sent him a glare that melted his weak courage and he looked down at his knees. It was rather like being imprisoned except the guard was scarier than a Dementor. He cleared his throat and tried again; “H-Hermione…would you…would like a cup of tea?” He stuttered, avoiding her eyes which had a slightly mad, wild cast to them.

“Oh…oh yes that would be wonderful, Neville.” She said and Neville slumped in relief, he stood up and went to his kitchen just as someone knocked on the door. He froze and went for his wand on impulse, he withdrew it and began slowly inching towards the door. Hermione was at his back with her own wand raised.

“Who is it?” Neville asked, feeling nerves twist his stomach.

“Neville, it’s me…Ron. Open up.”

Neville sighed and went to open the door, Hermione grabbed his wrist and shook her head quickly. “Ask him where we had our first kiss.” She breathed in Neville’s ear.

“Right…erm…W-Where did we have our first kiss? I mean…” He felt Hermione shake her head. “Where did you and Hermione have your first kiss?”

There was an irritated, tired sounding sigh from the other side of the door. “We had our first kiss in the room of requirement after we had destroyed the cup; Harry was there and had a go at us.”

Hermione grinned and flicked her wand at the door, it opened to reveal an exhausted, soot stained and bruised Ron who smiled weakly as his girlfriend threw herself into his arms.

Once they were inside and all settled Ron embarked on his story, he held his tea in one hand and his blue eyes took on an odd, almost haunted look. “We found the hideout, the information was good…we moved in planning to set traps so the explosion would be triggered as soon as one of the Death Eater’s left the house but it went wrong. That bloke Humphrey Walker got cocky and ignored orders, he was blasted to bits before we could even get to him on time…stupid fool.” He frowned and took a sip of his drink. “So, after that we had to fight it out, didn’t we? There were ten of them and five of us…we were lucky some of the traps that had already been set up went off and buried the majority of them or we’d all have died…” He shivered and Hermione put her arm around him and rested her head on his shoulder. “I killed one of them myself, not deliberately but I was trying to bring down the front of the house and he came out just as the spell hit him…he went up like he’d been doused in muggle petrol.”

“Oh Ron…” Hermione stroked gentle circles on his bicep and he sighed, his breathing hitching slightly as he re-lived the terror.

“Well, only three out of our original five managed to escape in the end…we were lucky…but we did it. We wiped them out…that’s what the minister ordered.” Ron sipped at his drink again and turned to Hermione, she kissed him and smiled.

“I’m glad you came back to me.”

“Me too.” Ron replied softly. “What about Harry? Have you managed to find out if the spell with reverse its self?”

Hermione shook her head. “There’s been no mention in any book I’ve been able to read on Inter-dimensional Magical travel…I honestly don’t think there’s anything we can do but wait.”

Ron closed his eyes and tipped his head back against the sofa. “He’ll be alright…It’s Harry we’re talking about here, he’s always been a lucky git.”

Hermione frowned. “Or unlucky…depending on how you look at it.” Ron and Neville agreed.

END NOTE: If you’re wondering why Sirius is acting so oddly all I can say is; He’s mental. Lol. After watching his lover being torn apart by Bella he’s gone a bit loopy and lost control of his emotions, so he does odd things and gets angry over the silliest things. Remus is angry because Sirius never listens to him and he’s trying to stop him from not only harming Harry but himself, he’s frustrated and only wants what’s best for his friend…who is intent on destroying himself one way or another. Anyways, hope you enjoyed, any comments and constructive crit is ALWAYS welcome, I love to hear what you think of my stories and the interest so far has been fantastic. It has warmed the cockles of my withered old heart, lol.
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