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"Why Me?"	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 88152 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter 17:

The Calm Before the Storm

As far as Harry was concerned, one of the few plus sides to this whole bond thing was the fact that he got to sleep as long as he liked anymore. There was no dorm, no classes to get ready for, no Aunt Petunia banging on his door to come cook breakfast, just peaceful slumber for as long as he wanted. That was great. Not to mention that Sirius' bed was about the most comfortable thing he had ever laid down on.
Shifting around as he woke up, he sighed softly, smiling just a little, as he felt the now familiar sensation of Sirius holding him close. Though there was much about this bond that he still didn't like, this was something he did. It felt wonderful to be held the way Sirius did it. No one, ever, had done this to him. The closest he could ever remember getting was hugs from Mrs. Weasley. This was different and something he adored.
Cracking open his eyes, he glanced around. The world was a big blur, as always, since he didn't have his glasses on. Grabbing them and putting them on, the first thing he noticed was Kreacher standing on the edge of the bed, baton in hand, arms folded over his chest, a dour look on his face. Though that was odd, as the elf waited until they were done with whatever and he was about to go downstairs to show himself, he went with it, assuming Kreacher was protecting him from something. Shaking his head, his mind was locked on the thought of the loo, like always first thing in the morning.
Sitting up with a loud groan, trying not to wake Sirius, who seemed to be still peacefully sleeping, Harry shook his head. One glance around, however, had him squeaking in panic. Lucius was in bed with them and was holding Sirius like a teddy bear! Eyes wide, he didn't know what to do about this. The man sure wasn't there when they fell asleep the night before. Looking at Kreacher, he asked, keeping his voice down, “He didn't try anything, did he? Sirius knows he's here?”
“Mister Lucius has behaved, Master Harry,” Kreacher told him with a firm nod. “Master Sirius knows he's here because he woke up when Mister Lucius came in.”
“Alright,” Harry sighed, shaking his head. “Heading to the loo. Tell Sirius when he wakes up.” Seeing the elf nod, eyes locked on the great pervert, Harry bailed off the bed and went to tend to his morning needs.

Coming to, Sirius' brow furrowed. It was his assumption that the roof was leaking or something because water seemed to be dripping down on him from the ceiling. Grumbling, wondering what was going on because he knew there were charms on the house to prevent leaks, he figured that he better get up to investigate what was happening. Without opening his eyes, he tried to move, but found himself all but pinned in place by something that had a hold of him. As Harry tended to curl up to him and, at the most, drape an arm over his, he didn't think it would be his godson. Eyes flying open, wondering what in Merlin's name was going on now, he pushed himself up as much as he could. It was then he figured out not only what had him pinned in place, but where the dripping was coming from. Malfoy was all but wrapped around him, holding him like a life-sized teddy bear and drooling on him in his sleep.
Panting heavily, he tried to remember how in the hell the great prat came to be in their bed. Then he remembered the night before. Rolling his eyes, he shook his head. Well, at least it wasn't anything perverse. Shifting around, grimacing when he felt Malfoy's morning wood pressed firmly against his arse, Sirius sighed and managed to extricate himself. Looking at Kreacher, he asked where Harry was then nodded, planning to use the loo himself and, maybe, talk his godson into taking a shower with him.

Shifting around in the bed, Lucius was inhaling deeply. The smell of both Black and Potter seemed to surround him. It took him a couple of moments when he woke to realize where he was, but he hadn't panicked. Instead, when it hit him, he had just lain there and relished the surrounding smells. There was something soothing about them. Of course, it would be better if the two were still in bed so he could continue to curl up to Black. He wasn't one for overt shows of affection, such as snuggling up to someone, preferring to show that in a sexual way, but last night, after the right traumatizing day he experienced, it felt wonderful to curl up to Black's backside and hold onto him. He didn't know why, wondering if it was part of the bond, but he wasn't going to question it much either. As it felt good, he would go with it. Maybe, he could start pressing to sleep with the two of them again.
When that thought crossed his mind, he once more reminded himself that he had to work on the whole 'trust' issue with the two. That was inhibiting what he was attempting with them. He supposed that if he could get them to trust him, things would move along much more quickly in the way he wanted them to. It was something he seriously needed to ponder if he wanted relief in some way other than provided by his hand. With what they had found about the bond so far, he wasn't going to be able to manage that with anyone else.
Sighing, he opened his eyes and looked around. His first thought when doing that was finding his en suite to take care of pressing matters. Second on his mind was wondering where the two were and what they were up to. As he wasn't picking up on any undertones from the bond, he assumed whatever it was happened to be mundane. Well, he would start his day out like normal then he would press on to see what he could manage, vowing to keep himself under some form of control to actually get this moving in the direction he wanted rather than keep being his own worst enemy in the situation. It might rankle to go about it this way, as he was used to getting his way with anyone he desired, but it would be for the best.

Chuckling as he looked at the impressive soap suds beard Harry was sporting, Sirius shook his head. He supposed the soap suds unicorn horn he had was probably equally as funny. This was, honestly, a riot. Not only was Harry getting more comfortable around him, this was a laugh. They were just mucking around while they showered, nothing that involved, but it was fun. Snickering as he gave his godson a soap suds crown, his head came up as he heard a weird thwapping sound. Not sure what it was, he poked his head out of the shower then rolled his eyes. Shaking his head, he ducked back in, planning to ignore it.
“Anything we need to worry about?” Harry asked as he rinsed the soap out of his hair.

“Just Kreacher doing what he's supposed to,” Sirius told him with a grin. “And he's trying out the baton for the first time. Lucius was trying to get in, I guess.”
Chuckling, Harry shook his head, “He'll learn, eventually.” Looking down, Harry's brow furrowed slightly. Yeah, by now, he had seen both Sirius and Lucius naked, obviously, but this was really the first time he had paid attention to anything. The last time, well, that was driven by the spell and he hadn't really noticed anything off. Now he was. As with anyone that went to Hogwarts, he was used to seeing those he was in the dorm with naked. After all, they had showered together for years up to this point. Like most, when doing that you didn't pay close attention, not wanting anyone to think you were checking them out or something. All along, he had noticed he was bigger than they were. It was his assumption that they just hadn't caught up with him in developing. Now, well, he realized that, maybe, he was a bit bigger than average because Sirius was full-grown and he was definitely smaller than he was. Shaking his head, he didn't know what to think here.
Wondering what Harry was looking at with the almost frown on his face, Sirius glanced down then chuckled when he realized what it was. Reaching out and ruffling his godson's wet hair, he asked, “Finally figuring out you're just plain super-sized?”
Flushing a bit, Harry gave a sheepish grin, “It's not something you pay attention to in the showers, you know. I just assumed that everyone I saw would catch up at some point.”
“Most of us will never get to your size, Harry,” Sirius laughed, rinsing off his unicorn horn. “You're just gifted, that's all. Nothing to worry about.”
“I always wondered what some of the looks I got were from,” Harry admitted, rinsing what remained of his beard off. “There were a couple open-mouthed, gasping things, especially from Ron when he first saw me.”
“Yeah, you're definitely gifted in the size department,” Sirius chuckled. “We'll work with it. It just means that before you top, you need to learn what you're doing, cause that shite's gonna hurt if you don't. We'll get you there, don't worry about it.”
Looking down as he began to wash the rest of himself, Harry mumbled, flushing a little, “I don't know what I'm doing, I admit that.”
“Harry, most of us, when we were your age, didn't. It's nothing to worry about,” Sirius told him softly, tone reassuring. “We'll work with it and go from there. You'll get it and like it. As I've said, this all goes both ways. Besides, I'll teach you and you'll like it when we do.”
“Alright,” Harry said, still flushed, but liking that Sirius didn't make any kind of joke about it. “It's just—hard to deal with. I mean, I didn't even think about girls much before this whole bit. Cho was it for that, mostly.”
“Perfectly normal as well and nothing to worry about. I doubt the hormones have kicked into high gear yet. We'll take it at your pace and press on as you get comfortable. Malfoy will deal with it,” Sirius told him as he washed himself.
Pleased with that, Harry nodded. At least Sirius seemed to get the whole problem on his end and didn't try to get him somewhere he wasn't ready for yet.

Sitting down at the kitchen table after coming downstairs, Sirius grinned as Malfoy looked disgruntled. There were a couple of visible bruises, testament to Kreacher doing his job. Shaking his head, he asked as he piled food on his plate, “So, anything we need to do today?”
“It was Lucius' suggestion that we take in the movie Harry was promised today,” Snape told him as he sipped a cup of tea heavily laced with firewhiskey. “With all that's gone on, it might be a good suggestion as it'll get us out and we can enjoy ourselves.”
“We can do that,” Sirius said after seeing Remus nod. “What are we going to see? You said there is a wide selection of those, Snape.”
Pulling out a Muggle newspaper, Snape handed it over to Potter then said, “We'll let Potter decide as it was promised to him.” Looking at the young man seated there, skimming what was showing, he said, eyebrow arched, “Keep in mind, Mr. Potter, that we're going to have to clarify so much of this to the other three. So, you might not want to pick anything out that's too outlandish or difficult to explain.”
Grinning and nodding, Harry got that. There were a few listed that he thought he would like, but they would blindside the three that hadn't seen one before and didn't have much interaction with anything Muggle. Browsing through what was playing, he said, “Let's go see Twister. I’ve heard that's good. And it's about weather, so that won't be too hard to explain.” Tossing the paper in the middle of the table, he added, “I really want to see Independence Day when it comes out, though. I've heard that's going to be bloody brilliant.”
Giving a pleased nod, Severus said, “That's a good choice.” He was going to push for one of the two animated movies now playing, as they could work with those, but Twister wasn't a bad choice for this. Plus, it might be enjoyable to see. Looking around, he said, tone firm, “Before we go, there are ground rules here.” Glowering at Lucius, he said, “First, no ferrets! They can't come.”
Huffing, Lucius said, “The lads may like such a thing! We can't deny them an excursion such as this.”
“No, Lucius,” Severus told him, glaring in his direction. “Theaters don't allow pets. They would just cause havoc. And these movies run about an hour and half in length. They wouldn't have the attention span to sit through one and would just try to get into trouble.”
Folding his arms over his chest, Lucius glared at the man, but conceded, “Understood. Perhaps, if we like this, the next outing to one can be one to bring the lads to that they would like.”
Knowing a hopeless argument when he saw one, Severus shook his head and downed more tea, filling the cup back up then waving the teapot over it before taking another sip. “You'll understand why that won't work when we see it, Lucius.” Pressing on, he said, “Second, don't talk through the whole movie. I'll Silencio you if you do. People get right irate when you do that. Questions are fine if you don't understand something, but no running commentary. And, finally, remember we're going to be among Muggles, so don't pull something outlandish that they'll notice!” With that, he once more glared at Lucius.
Shaking his head at that look, Lucius said nothing. However, he was slightly off-put by the fact that he wouldn't understand something Muggle. After all, they were so simplistic that something such as a play type thing, at least that's how it sounded when Potter described it, would be something he wouldn't have any issues understanding. Picking up the paper Severus put down, he read the description of what Harry picked out then, intrigued, he began to ask questions.

By the time supper rolled around, the other four in the house learned one undeniable fact; an intrigued and enthused Lucius was not a fun Lucius. In fact, an intrigued and enthused Lucius was enough to make every single one of them seated at the table want to hex him. Since coming back from the movie, the man had yammered on non-stop about it.
At first it wasn't bad as it was questions about what they had seen, the plot and how things were done to make them seem so realistic. That was something Harry and Severus could easily handle and explained the best they could, something the other two were curious about as well, actually. However, after the fourth hour of it, the two were fed up. By then, Lucius was not only planning to include the psycho-ferrets in their next venture to one, but planning to do this once a week. In fact, he insisted on doing so.
Shaking his head and tuning out what Lucius was blathering about, something about some of the previews of coming attractions they had seen along with wondering how the popcorn was so good, Harry focused on the book he was looking at. They were all trying to help Remus and Snape find something, somewhere, that would help them with the claiming bond. So far, none of them were having any luck.
Tossing the book aside, Sirius asked, “Alright, tell me what we're planning for the day after tomorrow. That's not only the full moon, but the night Draco comes over and we move Buckbeak.” By this point, he was ready to Silencio the motor-mouth Lucius, who was still talking to himself as no one else was listening to him by this point except, maybe, the ferrets.
“We don't think this will be bad,” Remus told him, setting aside the book he finished. “I'll be in my room by then so there shouldn't be a problem. Charlie knows what he's doing with Buckbeak. Bill's going to help him with the move. Draco, we figure, can have your mother's room once it's cleaned.” Sighing and shaking his head when he looked at Lucius, who was now explaining the plot of the movie they had seen to the ferrets, who seemed more interested in looking around and plotting than listening, he added, “We figure Draco can stay in with Lucius for one night. It shouldn't cause a hardship.”
Snickering, taking a drink of his butterbeer, Harry said, “We need to put up a big sign over the house to warn anyone even thinking of coming in what they might be walking into here. After all, no one will be prepared for the insanity that it contains!”
Laughing at that, Sirius nodded, “We do! Something like 'enter at your own risk'.”
“I do agree,” Snape said, sipping at his ever-present bottle of firewhiskey. “No one needs to come into this mental asylum without getting some kind of foreshadowing as to what is awaiting them.”
Chuckling, Sirius shook his head. “Alright, this shouldn't be bad. We'll work with it as it comes. Anything else, aside from the homework here and brewing?” Seeing the shakes of their heads, he was pleased. “Something we can work with then.” Looking at Lucius, who was once more talking to all of them, though no one appeared to be listening, he snorted then asked his godson, “Alright, explain this concept of alien invaders and flying saucers so we know what we're getting into here. That preview did look good, but I want to understand some of it before we go.”
Seeing Lucius shut up and pay attention as well, Harry began to explain the most basic of concepts, knowing this was probably going to end up a long, drawn out explanation.

Brow furrowed, Remus reread what he had just scanned then began to nod, eyes widening. This would work. Quietly, he said, “I think I have it, Severus. How to make me the dominate in this.”
Though slightly bleary-eyed from the amount of booze he had ingested so far, Severus looked at the man and held out his hand for the book. When it was handed over, he read through it quickly then said, “It sounds like it could, yes.” Shaking his head, he added, “I just don't see you being able to pull this off.”
Smirking slightly then giving an amused snort, Remus said, after taking a sip of his tea, “Oh, I think I'll manage just fine, Severus.”
Rolling his eyes and tossing the book onto the table, Severus said, tone dry, “You're not the take-charge type of person when it comes to sexual relations.”
Turning sideways on the bench, Remus looked at the man then gave him a genial smile before saying, “Severus, one never judges a book by its cover, you should know that. The other night—that was rather an aberration for me. I generally don't bottom.” Before Severus could say anything, Remus shoved him down on the bench, flat on his back then straddled him, looking down, “And, trust me, I'm not real gentle.” Leaning forward, he kissed the man passionately, letting his tongue slip into his mouth. Breaking it off, he looked down at him then said, “I would suggest, before this goes any further and there is a chance of us being interrupted, we adjourn to my room. We don't want anyone walking in, now do we?”
Lying there, panting, eyes wide, Severus wondered how in Merlin's good name he was able to get an erection with as much booze as there was in his system. The next thought that came to mind was how he wasn't light headed as fast as the blood flowed to the nether regions. However, he wasn't going to question it either. Instead, unable to say anything, he just nodded. Struggling to sit up, he shook his head, pondering this. They needed to do this, yes, but he knew what it would unleash. That had him slightly apprehensive.
Eying the man, yellow eyes seeming to glow, Remus said, tone firm, voice deep, “Move now, Severus. I won't tell you again.”
Locking his eyes on the man, Severus swallowed thickly and nodded. Alright, he wasn't the 'bottom' type of person, but would go with this. After all, it was needed and, well, he might enjoy it. Standing, he headed out towards Lupin's room, not even bothering to grab his precious firewhiskey as he did.
Grinning in a feral way, Remus stood and began to trail along at more leisurely pace. Oh, this was going to be fun and Severus had no idea just what he was really like when sober. It was going to be most pleasurable showing him as well!
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