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The Diary - Re-edited	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 23420 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. so make no money/profit etc..wish i did...so no money or fame for me

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Warnings.. m/m slash..rl/sb )

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June 19th

I can't believe what happened today. I know I haven't written much in ages. Busy, busy that's my life. ha ha

He kissed me, I thought I might pass out after. I was waiting in the potions class to sort my extra credit assignment. (bum kissing, Rebecca calls it...I hate that girl sometimes)

When he appeared behind me, I nearly jumped a foot off the ground. But it was worth it to see his smile, he laughed. He wanted to know why I was there, so I started to talk to him about my idea for mass production of potions for St Mungo's. Suddenly he leaned towards me and brushed his lips against mine. I think I might have squeaked (but that's between you and me diary)

He looked surprised, like he hadn't meant to do it or he thought I might be mad. I told him that I really liked it and admitted that I had thought about him doing that for the past year. HE BLUSHED! can you imagine...though I reckon my face was redder.

Oh, I've got to go..lunch!

Harry almost growled with frustration, he had been reading the diary for nearly a week now. Just boring school stuff, some talk about dreams but no details and know she kisses the mystery man. He was tempted to flick ahead but thought he might miss some clue.

I wonder if she was there when my parents were?

That thought made Harry's race at the idea of having something that could have some mention of his parents.

That would explain why Remus has the diary.. well no it wouldn't. who gives someone else their diary?

Arms braced behind his head, he thought about trying to sleep. Since his weird Malfoy sex fantasy he had been reluctant to sleep or wank. Letting out a heartfelt and frustrated sigh, he closed his eyes trying to relax. A bang startled him, he sat up, body on alert. Holding his breath, he strained to listen to the darkened house, Remus and Sirius had gone to bed hours ago. There it was again, a thud, then another. Harry cautiously climbed out of bed, grabbing his wand from the nightstand next to him. Hedwig looked down from her place on top of the wardrobe.

"Get ready to get help." He whispered.

Slowly, every muscles taut he opened his bedroom door, to reveal the dark landing. Sirius' room was just across the way. As stealthily as possible he tiptoed towards it, eyes scanning all around. Sirius' door stood open a fraction, just enough to see inside.

Oh god

Harry nearly fainted, through the gap he could clearly see Sirius thrusting into Remus. Sirius,glistening in the candlelight was on his knees behind Remus, who was on all fours, head resting against his forearms. Sirius let out a long moan and sped up his thrusts, causing Remus to buck back and whimper. Falling forward over Remus's back, Siirus grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling Remus' head up exposing his throat which he proceeded to bite and lick. Harry didn't know what to do, he knew he should walk back to his room but the sight mesmerised him. He could see Sirius's shaft sliding in and out of Remus' clenching entrance. Slick looking and very long, Harry realized that he too was rock hard and aching for release. Sirius reached down and Remus let out a husky growl. The lust filled noise made Harry surmise that Sirius now had his hand wrapped around Remus' cock. He thrust harder and harder, grunting with the effort, Remus moving up the bed with the force of it.

"Harder, faster...christ Siri. Fuck me!" Remus pleaded, Harry felt his cock harden further than he ever thought possible.

"You want it harder baby?" Sirius panted, his body shining with sweat.

"Yes...yes.. oh Merlin." Remus threw his head back, let out a long moan, his back arching and he almost screamed his release. Harry couldn't breath, the scent of sex filling the heated room. Sirius jerked forward twice more and then was still. Lying prone across Remus' back, he weakly kissed his shoulders.

"Love you Moony" he whispered.

"Mmm me too" Remus' sleepily replied, the sound of slowing breaths echoed loudly in the silent house.

Harry stepped backwards and turned running back to his room, quietly he shut the door. He was trembling all over and could barely stand. Jamming one hand in his mouth, and the other down his pyjama bottoms. One stroke and he nearly fell with the force of his orgasm. His mind slowly returning, the taste of blood on his tongue and his balls twitched weakly. Fascinated and horrified eyes gazed at the bite marks gracing his hand, a single of blood running down his wrist. Shakily, he crawled into bed, not even bothering to clean himself up and wondered how he would face them in the morning

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Breakfast the next day was a quiet affair, Harry mortified at the events last night, found that he couldn't even make eye contact with either of the two men. The two men seemed to sense the mood, the room deafeningly quiet, Harry's heart plummeted as he heard Remus clear his throat.

"Harry, look at me." Remus asked,gently.

Harry struggled to lift his head, eyes scanning around the room, looking anywhere but at Remus.

"Harry," He asked again, reaching across the table to lightly touch his forearm, his hand warm and reassuring. He lowered his eyes, staring into soft amber ones, "About last night.." Remus began in a hushed tone. Harry felt his heart stop, face flame and hoped fervently for the ground to open up swallowing him.

Shit.. shit…they know.. they'll think I'm a pervert.

The hand tightened just a fraction, to get his attention.

"I.m…so …sss. ooorrry" he stammered, throat threatening to close, he wanted to get up and run far from them. Remus must have read his mind, and pulled him closer, hands moving up to his shoulders.

"shhhh, Harry…its ok." His measured quiet tone, slowing Harry's heart.

Sirius had sat next to him, his body close enough for Harry to smell the jasmine shampoo that he sometimes used, his presence subconsciously relaxing him further. He turned to look at him, reluctant and nervous to see anger or disappointment on his handsome face.

"I'm so sorry.." Harry blurted, desperate for them to forgive him. Images of being tossed out and disowned by the two people he now considered to be his family, next to the Weasleys. These two men that were there just for him, that understood and wanted him.

"Its ok, its our fault really," Remus explained "But someone forgot to shut the door," He gave Sirius a pointed look.

Sirius look indignant, squaring his shoulder and huffing out "You forgot the sodding silencing spell!".

Harry sat between the two, watching the verbal sparing match that had erupted between. Accusations, good natured , highly imaginative insults flew back and forth. Harry felt a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, threatening to become an all out grin, they were clearly so comfortable and happy with each other that even during a disagreement it shone brightly making Harry feel that he could never be happier anywhere but with them.

"Hairy bitch!" Sirius shouted, while trying not to fall off his chair, his voice strained with the giggles that wanted to burst forth.

"Fleabag!" Remus managed to retort before guffawing heartily, Harry unable to stop his own laughs emerging. They both turned to look at him grinning madly, Sirius' stuttering to a halt long enough to mutter.

"Laugh it up, Peeping Potter" then laughed even harder, breath hiccuping and shoulders shaking.

Harry's heart fell for a brief second, then realizing that they had forgiven him already, enough to joke and break then tension. He laughed long , loud until the need for oxygen won out and they slowed to hitching little giggles.

"How long?" He asked, curiously.

"How long have we been sleeping together or how long have we loved each other?" Sirius replied, Remus looked at him shocked for fraction of a second, face beaming when he heard the word 'love', unconsciously moving and reaching to touch him. Hand stroking Sirius' thigh in affectionate way, Harry smiled.

"Both?" tone nervous, wondering about over stepping boundaries and asking personal questions. Both men didn't seem offended in the slightest, Remus poured everyone a cup of tea.

"It began at Hogwarts."

Harry nodded, he had assumed that it hadn't been a recent development. Sirius sat back, leaning into his chair, getting himself comfortable, sipping his tea, he told Harry the story of how it began.

"I think that I'd always been drawn to Moony even before I realized I liked men in that way," He smiled in Moony's direction, the smile returned with much fondness."I went through the usual confused feeling stage, shagging girls to see if it would make any difference," He paused "As you witnessed last night it didn't " His voice filled with laughter.

"How old were you when you realized you liked men?" Harry asked trying to sound casual. Sirius' eyes lit up briefly ,a quizzical expression passed fleetingly, he locked eyes with Remus, some sort of unspoken conversation between them.

"Harry, do you like men?" He asked, an understanding look making Harry sigh.

"yes, I think I do."

Sirius clapped him heartily on the back, Remus smiled knowingly.

"Good for you pup!" he shouted out happily. Surprised at his reaction, he took a mouthful of tea only to promptly spit it across the table when Sirius asked, " Got your eye on anyone?" Harry started to shake his head, "Like a certain blond slytherin?"

Harry's tea spewed forth, he started to choke, Remus rushing over to pat him on the back. Harry glared at Sirius with watery eyes, he put his hands up in mock surrender.

"I was just kidding," seeing Harry still didn't look impressed he continued "Honest, honest, just winding you up.. as if you'd go for a Malfoy." Harry blushed, luckily his face was already a shocking shade of red from choking so he thought he may have gotten away with it.

Blond hair running through my fingers, his hot mouth wrapped around my cock, bobbing up and down, tongue flicking across the weeping head.

"Harry, are you ok?" Remus asked with a trace of concern in his voice. Harry nodded his head vigorously, not just to answer but to try a remove the images flashing in his head.

"Bloody hell Siri…are you trying to kill the lad!"

Sirius gave a sheepish smile, casually drinking his tea.

"Anyway Pads, you're one to talk…I seem to remember sometime in fourth year where you spent 3 months following Lucius round, panting like the dog you are." Remus reclined back in his own chair, air of smug satisfaction. Sirius decided to recreate Harry's earlier tea spitting incident, managing to get his all over himself too.

"Cheers Moony," He looked at Harry, smile in his eyes, he winked, "well, Lucius may have been a bastard but he was a sexy bastard."

Harry was tempted to ask whether anything ever happened between them but didn't want to draw attention to his own plight regarding a certain Malfoy.

"Very funny.. but Malfoy's straight anyway," He noticed a look pass between the two men, a look full of knowledge. "Right?"

"Well, he's like Moony here. He like's both flavours." Harry was surprised, he had expected out of Sirius and Remus that Sirius would be the bi-sexual one.

"Did you ever get to be with him?" he asked tentatively, using the new found facts to ask his own questions. Sirius looked forlorn for a brief second, Remus laughed and answered for him.

"Didn't stand a chance.. Lucius was already with someone by then."

Harry nodded " Oh I see…Narcissa?"

Remus laughed even louder, Sirius glaring at him, the werewolf's hysterics stopping long enough to breath out between laughs.

"Not quite…it was Snape." Harry was thankful for not having taken another mouthful of tea.

Snape's gay…is everyone?

Just as Sirius was about to pass comment, the floo flared to life. Kingsley's head appearing.

"Gentlemen,I have something important to discuss.. may I come through?"

"Of course Kings." Sirius gestured with a wave of his hand.

"Could Harry leave the room?" Kings;ey asked with a small amount of obvious embarrassment. Harry saw Sirius' body language change, shoulders squaring preparing to argue, he reached out and touched his shoulder.

"Its ok, I have stuff to do anyway" he retreated up to his room, anger bubbling beneath the surface.

Why am I not allowed to hear? Its going to be about me anyway!

Flinging himself on the bed, burying his face in the pillow he sighed. Raised voices drifted up the stairs, the loudest being Sirius, a deep voice shouting back, sounding distinctly like Snape. Straining to hear, Harry lifted his head, the muffled shouts drifting up the stairs. A door slammed, footsteps coming up the stairs, his face still buried, waiting for Sirius to barge into his room.

"Well,well,well..fancy meeting you here Potter" A cool voice sneered.

Harry felt his heart plummet, slowly lifting his head to take in the image of the casually leaning in his doorway and immaculately dressed, an air as if he owned the place. Haughty sneer firmly on his face, star of his recent fantasies.. Draco Malfoy.

Harry's heart plummeted, anger bubbling up again. "What the fuck are you doing here?" He almost winced at the tone he used. Draco flinched for a fraction of a second before schooling his features into his normal arrogant bastard smirk. Harry noticed that he looked a little more dishevelled than usual, hair slightly mussed, brow furrowing when his eyes strayed to splashes of blood on his right trouser leg.

He's been hurt?

Harry instantly felt bad, obviously something had happened, something that would warrant his need to be at Grimmauld Place. He sat up, going to walk towards him, Draco stepped back, scared look flashing across his features.

He thinks you're going to hurt him

Nearly snorting with laughter at the irony, Harry put up his hand to show he did not have his wand. Draco's posture changed, shoulders slumped, he let out a shaky breath, blushing when he realized that he was being scrutinized from the bed.

"As if I want to stay in this dump Potter!" He spat out the last word with ill contained venom. Harry reconsidering his sympathy nearly bit back, curse on the tip of his tongue. Stopping when he realized that he was going to try and be the better man. Eyebrow quirked, seemingly surprised at his lack of response, Draco huffed an angry breath.

"Are you injured?" Harry enquired after drawing in a calming breath, determined not to be effected by him. Draco appeared confused, looking at Harry as if he had grown an extra head, "There's blood on your trouser leg" Harry pointed, Draco looked down, face shot up suddenly looking panicked, shaking visibly. Unsure of what to do, Harry stood automatically reaching out to comfort him, his mind screaming.

What are you doing? He'll hex you! It's Malfoy

His body ignoring the warning , put his hands on Draco's shoulders, unconsciously noting how firm and broad he had become. Wild grey eyes stared into his, the pink tinge darkening on his face, his eyes began to tear. The instantly it was gone, eyes hard, shoulders straightened, furiously, he pushed Harry away. Abruptly turning and storming out of the room. Sitting shakily on the bed, head in his hands, Harry wondered what the hell had just happened. Suddenly annoyed with the way Draco had behaved, he dived off the bed in pursuit.

He found Draco sitting at the top of the stairs, he was about to shout at him, when he turned, lifting his finger to his lips in a shushing 's temper flared, about to let rip, when he realized he could hear the order talking. Glaring, he sat down next to Draco, huffing indignantly, Draco raised an eyebrow before turning away to stare back down in the direction of the kitchen, voices drifting.

"He can't stay here!" Sirius' loud voice made Harry wince, turning to look at Draco frowning next to him."They'll kill each other!" Sirius continued, verbalising Harry's thoughts.

"Shall I turn him over to the Dark Lord then?, I'm sure he would love to finish what he started tonight." Snape's cutting remark silencing everyone.

Astonished, Harry whipped his head round to look at Draco.

"Voldemort tried to kill you?" He whispered, voice hitching.

Draco stared straight ahead and nodded briskly, body language clear that this matter was not up for discussion. Harry nearly saying something, closed his mouth, determined that it would be discussed later. Harry was surprised to hear Molly's voice joining the argument.

"Shame on you Sirius!" She admonished, Harry almost felt sorry for his godfather. "That poor boy has just lost his mother!"

Draco's breath hitched beside him, Harry not hearing the rest of the conversation, held his breath as he turned to see a sobbing Draco.

No sound escaping, tears running down his cheeks, trembling, whole body shaking with despair. Harry instinctively moved closer to him and wrapped his arm loosely around his shoulders, not wanting to frighten him and unsure of how he would respond. They sat for what seemed hours, neither moving nor speaking until Draco's sobs trailed off into little hitching breaths. Harry still holding him, felt strangely empty when Draco pulled away, wiping his face with the back of his sleeve, not making eye contact. He stood up on unsteady legs, slowly walking down the stairs, pausing just in the doorway of the kitchen, Harry heard his quiet tones floating up the stairs to him.

"Thank you…Potter.".

Harry sat for awhile on the stairs, not wanting to go back to his room, trying to tell himself that it wasn't because he was worried about Draco. Buttocks asleep, eyes drooping when people started leaving, hearing the tell tale roar of floo powder. Harry shifted, getting up on dead legs, wobbled down to the kitchen. Sirius opened the door, before he had the chance to knock, he looked tired and Harry noted just a tiny bit drunk.

"What are you doing down here?" scent of fire whisky on his breath.

"I wanted to know what happened?" Harry whispered, tentative, glazed blue eyes regarded him. Sirius turned, looking into the kitchen, Harry glancing around him, Molly was fussing over Draco who was sitting in the most comfortable chair, directly beside the fireplace. He looked numb, eyes staring off into space, hand clutching a cup of tea that Molly had been reheating over and over again. Sirius shut the door behind him, closing Harry out on the hallway with him, gesturing for him to follow into the drawing room. Harry sat opposite him, Sirius poured himself another drink, Harry realized that he was upset, his drinking always increased when he was distraught.

"Mrs Malfoy is dead?" Harry said in a quiet voice. Sirius looked at him startled, but made no comment about him having eavesdropped, he nodded, "Why?" Sirius sat down, sighed, took a large gulp of his drink.

"Lucius is a spy." Harry gasped, Sirius looked at him, his shock must have been evident on his face, "Vold.." He paused, eyes closed, face strained before continuing, "Voldemort found out, word had gotten to Lucius' contact in the order," He took another swallow, looking at Harry as if unsure how much to tell him.

"Tell me." his tone pleading.

"The word got to his contact too late, the Ministry's Special squad arrived just after Voldemort.." his voice broke with emotion, he took a deep breath, visibly steeling himself to tell the rest. Harry's heart began to pound, a sick feeling deep in his stomach. He wanted to tell Sirius to stop, that he didn't need to know anymore.

"He'd tortured Cissa first, having McNair and Dolohov.." eyes turned away from Harry "Rape her, then he killed her in front of Draco." He whispered the last part. Harry's hands clenched by his sides, a rage he had never felt before rising inside, magic flared wildly, Sirius glass shattered, spraying him with fire whisky.

"I'm sorry!" Harry shouted out, jumping up to help him.

Sirius looked at him with a quizzical expression, he patted him on the shoulders assuring him that he was fine. He pulled out his wand and cleaned up the mess, sitting calmly back down. Harry flopped back onto the sofa, heart still thundering in his chest.

"Ministry Special Squad?" He suddenly asked, Sirius jumped slightly.

" A special team that the Ministry formed about 5 years ago, made up of unspeakables and the best aurors, they're all order members too."

"You mean like Tonks and Moody?" Sirius chuckled, without his usual humour, Harry surmised that nothing would seem funny after the night he'd had.

"Nothing like them Harry, these guys are tough, undercover, special skills, the lot.,rumour is that even death eaters are scared of them."

Harry was intrigued, made a mental note to find out about these aurors, wondering if maybe he could become one after Hogwarts. He tried to stifle a yawn, Sirius noticing gave him a tired smile of his own.

"Bed!" He ordered, Harry stood and gave him a mock salute, Sirius laughed but neither hearts were really in it. Harry walked past the kitchen door, noting it was still closed, trudging up the stairs with what felt like lead filled legs. Prepared to fall into bed, without dreams hopefully, he skidded to a halt when he realized that there was now an extra bed in his room. A bed that held a pale, sleeping Draco Malfoy
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