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Unrequited Love	By : Kitkatislovely95 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Sirius Views: 18406 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Harry felt numb.

The morning after the incident, he had fire called Dumbledore, asking if he could come back to Hogwarts, claiming he wanted to get ready for classes before everyone got there. He had been able to smile at him, if only for a minute, when he said that he could.

He didn't see Sirius before he left.

He hadn't known how to feel about that; should be he relieved that he wouldn't have to face the man who rejected him, or if he should feel hurt that Sirius didn't want to even make the effort? But, nevertheless, he gotten his things ready, left Sirius a letter on the kitchen table, and flooed to school.

So now, here he sat, on his bed in the 6th year dorm, waiting for the others to get here. He didn't want to face them, but he really had missed Ron and Hermione. He hoped he would be able to smile at them; he hadn't accomplished too many of them since he got here.

Just then, the dorm room door burst open, his friends running in. He looked as Neville, Seamus, Dean, and a few others came in. Ron was the last to come in, and Hermione was with him.

"Harry!" Hermione shouted as she practically ran towards his bed. He pasted a smile on his face, and caught her as she jumped into his arms, hers around his neck.

"Oh, I missed you. How have you been? How is Sirius? Did you enjoy your summer?"

She had to stop for breath, but before she could continue with her questions, Ron laid a hand on her shoulder, "Hermione, let the boy breath. I haven't even got my hug yet." He chuckled slightly.

She huffed, but let go nonetheless. Ron stepped forward, giving Harry a man hug, slapping him on the back. "I missed you too, mate. Not having you at the Burrow the last two weeks, the place felt empty."

"Yeah, I missed you guys too." God, was that his voice? It sounded like it hadn't been used in months, when it was actually just this week.

He cleared his throat, "Let's go eat."

Mention food, and Ron is immediately on your side, "Yeah, I'm starving."

"When aren't you, Ron?" Hermione asked, rolling her eyes as they headed out the door.

"Hey, I'm a growing boy, I need food." It was always the same thing with Ron and food.

"Yeah, right. You don't need to grow anymore." Hermione looked up at the top of Ron’s head that was a good 6 inches above hers.

Harry just walked behind them, tuning out their argument. He wasn't really in the mood to eat, but he guessed Hermione would shove it down his throat if he didn't on his own.

Later that night, after everyone had gone to bed, Harry sat in the Astronomy Tower, looking out at the sky. He didn't know why, but this place had always brought him comfort, looking at the stars, or the clouds, thinking about everything at once and nothing at all. He sometimes would bring a book with him, though he hadn't recently.

He had long since cried out his tears, but he came up here anyway. He didn't know what to do anymore. He knew he should just move on, but he didn't think he could. His heart would always belong to Sirius, no matter how much pain it had to go through because of it. He wondered briefly if heart break could kill you, but it was just a fleeting thought. He didn't care if it did. What was the point anyways? His friends might miss him if he died, but no one else would. They didn't need him to be the Boy Who Lived anymore, so what really was the point?

He looked down, out the window, and contemplated, if only for a moment, though not for the first time, jumping. But like the other times, he stopped himself, saying he wouldn't want his friends to have to see that, let alone hear about it all the time.

He was so wrapped in his thoughts, that he didn't hear the Astronomy Tower door open behind him.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? Gryffindor’s Golden Boy, out after curfew? I am appalled at your behavior, Potter."

Harry didn't turn; he didn't even acknowledge that Draco had spoken to him. He didn't much care anymore. He just leaned his head back against the side of the window ledge he sat on, letting it loll to the side to look at the pompous brat that was Draco Malfoy.

"What, have you lost your voice, Potter? Do you want me to take house points?"

At that Harry had to snort, "I don't care, Malfoy. Can't you see that? All you are doing is being a childish little ferret acting this way, and I am sick of acting the same. I give up."

Draco didn't like the sound of Potter's voice. It sounded so… lifeless. As much as he hated to admit it, he missed the old Potter, the one who have said something back.

"Alright, I'll be nice. What's bothering you now?" Draco sighed, making a show of being ‘nice’ as he put it.

"You don't care. And besides why the hell would I tell you anything?" Harry looked into Draco's eyes as he said this.

Draco was surprised at the pang he felt in his chest. He didn't want to see Harry like this anymore, and he vowed that he would do what he had to too get the old one back.

He sat down on the opposite end of the ledge, "Harry, I know I haven't exactly been the best person to talk to, but I promise you, I just want to help."

Did Draco's personality really just do a complete 360 from what it used to be?

He thought for a minute. He realized it might help. Maybe getting this off his chest to someone who he didn't have to see pity him every day would help. He would rather be ridiculed than pitied.

Harry looked at him for a minute, "Please don't tell anyone."

"I won't." Draco replied instantly, meaning it.

Harry told him everything. Who it was with, what happened, and the horrid feeling he had now. In the end, he was right; it had felt good to talk about it.

Draco, on the other hand, had a problem. He wanted to go out and murder Sirius Black for hurting Harry the way he had. Rejection of any kind hurt like hell; he would know as he still remembered the hurt he felt when Harry had rejected his hand in friendship. But rejection of your love… that hurt the worst.

He shocked Harry by pulling him into his arms, "I know it hurts Harry, but Sirius will come to his senses soon. If he doesn't, he is an idiot."

"No. You didn't hear his voice."

He started to run his fingers through Harry's hair, "Harry, I know what it's like to love someone, who doesn't return the feelings. But I also believe in soul mates. If you and Sirius are meant for each other, than it will happen."

"Who do you love, Draco?"

"Blaise. It took him a year before he realized he loved me too. And in that year, I had to watch him go through women and men, trying to find what he had found that one time with me. An entire year I waited, and if you love Sirius as much as you say you do, you will wait for him too."

Harry lay in bed later, thinking over what Draco had said. He had gotten over the shock of Draco being the one to comfort him, and now he realized what he had been saying. He loved Sirius with everything he had. He would wait for him to be ready. Now all he had to worry about was how he would deal with Sirius being with other people.

The next few weeks went by relatively quickly. Draco met him in the Astronomy Tower ever night, after his or anyone else's Prefect shifts were over. They talked about everything and nothing, and sometimes, Draco would even hold him again. Harry always liked the feeling of his arms around him, maybe because he liked the affection, but he couldn't help but wish they belonged to another warm body.

His classes were easy enough, and Draco helped him in Potions now, so he finally understood what the hell was going on.

After Draco told him about him and Blaise, Harry started to watch them. The subtle touches that you would so easily miss if you weren't looking; when their eyes met, you could see the love they felt for each other. It had Harry wishing he could have the same thing.

But Draco had an idea. He had talked to Blaise about it, and he had agreed with a smirk and a wink, saying it would spice up their love life. Now he just had to see if Harry would feel the same.

It was a Friday about a month into the school year, and Harry was eating what little he could, when the owls came in. Hedwig swooped down and landed in front of him.

She held out her right foot and hooted softly at him. He took the unmarked letter from her, gave her a piece of bacon, and she flew back to the owlery.

He opened the piece of folded paper, having not seen who it was from on the outside. He was only slightly surprised to find it was from Draco.

Harry,

Meet me in the Room of Requirements tonight after dinner.

Draco

Interesting, Harry thought as he pocketed the note.

After dinner, Harry walked to the Room of Requirements, finding the door there when he arrived.

He was shocked to find that Draco wasn't alone though. The room had been set up as with a huge canopy bed in, typically, silver and green, and there were hundreds of candles around the room. And in the room, were Draco and Blaise sitting across from each other at a table that looked kind of out of place.

'What the hell?'

"Hey, Harry."

"Hello."

Draco chuckled, "Relax Harry. Everything is fine."

That was easy for him to say. He wasn't the one who didn't know what they had just walked into.

"Can one of you please tell me what's going on?"

Draco walked to him, grabbed his hand, and pulled him to sit next to him on the bed. "Harry, I know this may seem weird for you, and I want you to feel free to say no. You don't have to do this."

"Do what, Draco?" Harry asked, almost dreading the answer.

Blaise sat down on the other side of him, taking his other hand, "We know that you love Sirius, but that doesn't mean you can't have someone else while you wait for him to pull his head out of his arse."

Harry quickly realized where this could be going, but before he could say anything, Draco did it for him.

"Harry we want you to be a third in our relationship. It won't be about being in love, just three friends loving each other."

Harry thought they had to be fucking with him. He guessed Draco was his friend, but he had never even talked to Blaise before, how the hell was he considered his friend?

And plus, could he really sleep with them without thinking he was cheating on Sirius? He knew Sirius would be sleeping with other people, he was a grown man after all, but could he really do the same. He thought that maybe the only way to know was to experience it firsthand.

He nodded slowly, hesitantly. Draco smiled softly at him, and brought his other hand up to run his fingers through Harry's hair. Harry let his eyes fall closed at the soothing motion.

He felt another hand rest on his knee, trail slowly up his thigh, thankfully not going too far up, before moving back down to his knee.

"Let us take care of you tonight, Harry. After tonight, if you never want to do this again, we don't have to." Draco whispered softly in his ear, his lips brushing ever so gently against the shell.

Harry didn't answer. He decided that tonight, he would leave his mind at the door, and just feel. He needed a break, and this might just be the answer.

Two sets of lips were on him then, one on his neck, another on his own. A tongue gently caressed his bottom lip, and he opened his mouth to the organ. He moaned as another tongue, Draco's, licked at a spot behind his ear. He felt him hum slightly against his skin, causing a shudder to run up his spin.

Fuck, this felt good. He could feel his cock stirring in his trousers, quickly getting hard.

Hands were gently pulling off his glasses, and then his shirt was being unbuttoned, his pants following. He lifted his hips up for them to slid his pants completely off, along with his briefs.

He opened his eyes when they got all of his clothes removed, he gasped finding that they had stripped as well.

"Like what you see?" Draco asked with a slight smirk on his lips.

Harry blushed at being caught staring, but nodded nevertheless.

Draco chuckled now, before getting serious, "Harry, was he your first?" Draco had his suspicions that he was, but it was better to get the facts first.

Harry nodded again. Sirius didn't know he was Harry's first, if he had, he probably wouldn't have done it at all.

Draco placed his fingers under Harry's chin, looking into his eyes. "We don't have to penetrate you Harry. We can do other things."

"No. I won't know if I can handle this if we don't go the entire way. Although, I hope you're prepared for a possible breakdown afterward." Harry smiled slightly at Draco, though he was dead serious.

"We'll be here." Blaise stepped forward, got onto the bed behind Harry, pulling him between his legs.

There was no foreplay from there. This was just to see if Harry would want to continue this afterwards. Blaise held Harry's legs to his chest, holding him open so Draco had easier access. He lubed up a few fingers, stretching him for something bigger. He slid more lubrication onto his cock, and pushed against Harry opening, moving back and forth in shallow thrusts until he was full seated inside Harry's tight body. When he got the affirmation from Harry that he could move, he pulled out and pushed in, out and in, again and again. He angled his thrusts slightly, hitting Harry's prostate dead on. Blaise stroked his cock in time with Draco's thrusts, his own cock hard as a rock from watching Draco fuck the boy between them.

Blaise tipped Harry's head to the side, kissing his lips. Harry moaned into his mouth when he came, squeezing Draco's cock in his tight passage, causing Draco to come deep inside of him.

Blaise was so hard and ready to shoot his load that all he did was stroke his cock a few times, and he came moaning both their names.

Harry had indeed broken down after, but it wasn't so bad with the two of them assuring him he hadn't done anything wrong, the he hadn't cheated on Sirius; he was just having some fun while he waited for Sirius to get his shit together. He had soon fallen into a much needed sleep, sandwiched between his lovers.

The next morning he woke up, more rested than he had since he came back to school. His friends might wonder where he was, but he would just say he fell asleep in the tower. Draco and Blaise were still asleep, and he didn't want to wake them, so he shimmied down to the bottom of the bed, getting up. He got dressed while thinking he wanted to write them a note before he left.

Thank you. You have no idea how much you have helped me. I would love to continue this if you still want to.

Yours truly,

Harry

He walked out of the room feeling less alone than he had in a while. He would always have Ron and Hermione, but they weren't the type of friends he needed sometimes. Now if anything happened, or if he just needed to feel loved, he knew he had Draco and Blaise to come to.

Sirius felt strangely empty. He had since he had read the letter Harry had left. All it had said was that he was sorry he had ruined what they had by complicating things, and maybe it shouldn't have happened, but it did, and he didn't regret it.

He had added at the end of the letter, that he loved him. It had ate at Sirius' heart ever since.

He had slept with 5 people in the last three weeks, trying to wipe the memory of Harry from his mind, trying to fill the emptiness. It had yet work, though.

He had just finished with his 6th person, feeling even hollower than before. He walked in the door at Grimmauld Place, and walked up the stairs to his room. He refused to give into the urge to go to Harry's room and see if his scent still lingered on the sheets. His had lost the smell of him after a week, even if he was in his animagus form.

He stripped down to his boxers, and lay in bed staring at the ceiling, contemplating what to do. He missed Harry greatly, and he was wondering how he could get him back into his life, get Harry over his little crush on him.

He fell asleep that night, with no more answers than he ever had. He dreamt of Harry again like he had ever night since he left, dreamt of his body arched in pleasure as Sirius pounded into his tight heat. Although, there were some of him just holding Harry close to him, whispering that he loved him too, or where Harry's belly was big with child. He would wake up in the morning, just like every other morning, disgusted with the longing for what was in the dreams he felt.

But if it was so disgusting, why did he want it so damn much?

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