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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 List
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Beta'd by the amazing Tenchi. Love you, woman, you're the best!

With help from Lynn who works with me when it comes to flow, continuity and other issues.

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Chapter 24:

Splat!

Watching the actually humming Snape leave the room, Sirius grinned as he shook his head. He was sure the man was headed back to what was now referred to as his 'smoking room' to indulge some more. Actually, he didn't mind it. Snape was in a decent mood and there was no snark in sight. That was always good. He also didn't poke anyone. From what he saw, all the man was doing was smoking and eating. At least it was a reduction in the insanity!

Snickering, he said, looking at Remus, while reaching out to grab the brightly colored box of what Harry called cold cereal that Snape had used, “If he keeps going like this, he's going to end up fat!”

“True,” Remus said with a short snort of amusement. “It makes him happy, though, and content. If it doesn't bother him, as he's well aware of what the drug does, it makes no nevermind.”

Shaking his head as he read the nutritional information on the box, he asked, Harry, “How bad is this junk for you?”

Looking at the box of Cap'n Crunch, Harry laughed, “Some cold cereals aren't. That one? It's not exactly healthy. In fact, it's loaded with sugar. It tastes good, though.”

Shaking his head and sitting the box down when he couldn't figure out some of the ingredients in the list, Sirius asked, “Just how bad for you is this pot stuff? I get that it's a plant of some kind, which tells me it's natural, but from the reaction we're seeing from Snape, there has to be downsides to it.”

“It's about the same as alcohol,” Harry shrugged. “At least from what I read when I was doing essays on it. If you lose some of the scare tactics and other junk, it comes down to as long as you don't do it too much, you're fine. It's not harmless, like alcohol isn't. However, the sheer amount he's smoking isn't good for you. It's something I'm not sure about with our kind as we're affected differently by so much.”

Shaking his head, Sirius said, “If the man is willing to take the risks, it's his right I guess. As far as I know, it's not illegal and you can buy it at any apothecary. It's just the eating. Bloody hell, how someone so thin can ingest that much is beyond me!”

“If Snape keeps it up, he's not going to be thin. Especially since he's not doing anything but eating and smoking,” Harry snorted, grinning just a little.

“I'll keep an eye on the situation and see what I can do if it gets out of hand,” Remus told both of them with a smile. “That and if he keeps going overboard with the buying of Muggle 'munchies', as he calls them. That's costing him a small fortune.” Yawning, he shook his head. Oh, he was tired, no doubt there, but energized as well. This wasn't anything compared to what it was normally like during the days following the full moon. In fact, he liked it, a lot. Quietly, he said, “I think I'll take a short nap. What are everyone's plans for the day, aside from Severus? And where are Lucius and Draco?”

“Harry and I plan to hole up in our room for the afternoon to muck about with a couple projects so we can just relax and get away from what's going on. We're not sure we won't end up annoyed, but we're trying for a peaceful afternoon. Lucius and Draco are out on the pitch. After the trouncing we gave them yesterday, they are working on honing some skills and trying to come up with some kind of strategy for the rematch they want. That should keep the both of them busy for a while. At least we hope.” Sirius told him, grinning slightly. Shaking his head, he said, “Harry and I just need some time away from everyone. The insanity is getting to the both of us. It's calmed, yeah, but still—after a bit, it gets to you.”

“Completely understandable,” Remus told him firmly with a knowing look on his face. “I managed that the last couple of days with the sleeping. It's not how I would want to go about that, mind you, but it worked. You two just stay up there. Once I get a short nap in, I'll see what I can do to make sure you're not disturbed by anyone and keep an eye on Lucius so he doesn't take it in his head to pester the both of you.”

“That would be most appreciated,” Sirius told him honestly. “We've not had much of a break from anything other than when we locked Lucius up somewhere. And we need one, both of us.”

“I'll enlist Severus and we'll find a way to give you an afternoon off,” Remus said, already making plans on how to go about this. “Just worry about warding your room and let us take it from there.”

“Yeah, well, that's what we're working on,” Sirius sighed, shaking his head. “Somehow or other, Malfoy has made it to where he can get through any ward I put up. We're trying to figure out how in the name of Merlin's battered beard he did that one.”

“Have Kreacher check for spells from the other house elves. He might have gone about it that way. If that's the case, Kreacher can negate it then put up something so he can't get through, no matter what he does,” Remus suggested softly, sipping at his tea.
Pointing at his friend, Sirius gave a vigorous nod, “We'll do that! Damned good suggestion! Even if Kreacher can't figure out what he did, he can do something so the great pervert can't come and go at will.” Having a basic plan in place for this, Sirius was happy. One way or another, he was making damned sure that Lucius had to request entry rather than barging in whenever he damned well felt like it!

Sprawled out on the bed, half sitting, half laying, with his back propped up against the pillows he had bunched up against the headboard, Sirius had Harry straddling him and was happy. This was great, honestly. Kreacher had figured out in seconds what the problem was and fixed it then set up his own warding that Lucius couldn't get through. In fact, the man had to knock and wait for either him or Harry to let him in. That negated anything the great pervert thought to pull with them. Wonderful. It also meant that he and Harry had somewhere they could just fucking relax without having to worry about being bothered by anyone. Even better. With all the insanity going on, they desperately needed that.

Putting a hand on the back of Harry's head, he pulled him down closer, then kissed him passionately. They hadn't had time to indulge in the last couple of days and he wanted to. Because, well, quite frankly, he missed it. Sure, part of it was to get Harry more comfortable with the bond and what might come of it, but he just flat out missed it as well. And wanted to keep going. Prying Harry's mouth open with his own, Sirius' tongue slipped inside. Though Harry had been slightly tense when they started, he was now relaxed and going with it. Good!

While their mouths were locked, Sirius slipped an arm around his godson and pulled him closer as he maneuvered around, managing to get himself into a sitting position with his back propped against the headboard. Pulling Harry tighter to him, he groaned in the younger man's mouth as he felt Harry's erection pressing against him. Oh yes, Harry was hard as rock from this. And that was good. Now he just had to wiggle around slightly to push it further than he had without unnerving the inexperienced Harry.

Holding Harry close, he began to grind his own crotch up against Harry's. He, himself, was rock hard as well and wanted Harry to feel it. That could only help. Feeling Harry grind back just a little, he moaned, shivering. Perfect! Breaking off the kiss, he looked at his godson, panting. “Feels fucking good,” he managed to get out.

Nodding, licking his lips, Harry just looked at Sirius, but continued to grind against him. Oh, that felt bloody amazing and he was so hard that his cock was twitching in his pants. Any other time he got like this, he would lock himself in the loo and indulge in a good wank. This time, though, he wasn't sure if he wanted to do that or see where it led. He—well, honestly? He wanted something besides his own hand this time.

Eyes locked with Harry's, Sirius reached down and began to rub his godson's cock through his pants. He gave a bit of an internal grin when he felt Harry's large dick twitch slightly and his godson shiver, moaning softly as he did. With his other hand, he grabbed Harry's and led it down to his own cock and had him stroke it through his pants. Moaning himself as Harry did, he released his godson's hand, pleased when Harry kept it up. This was great. Panting, eyes locked on Harry's face, he muttered, “So good.”

“Yeah,” Harry managed to stammer out. Oh, it felt bloody amazing, that's for sure! And he loved the sounds Sirius was making as he touched his godfather. Especially the loud moans when he squeezed the bulge of the man's cock slightly. That was arousing!

Panting heavily, Sirius decided to press on. Unzipping Harry's pants, he pulled his cock out then began to stroke it. Though Harry stiffened up, he didn't tell him to stop. Something good. Eyes locked on the younger man, he panted, “Do the same to mine. We'll cum together.”

Though wary about this and unnerved as he hadn't done it before, Harry undid Sirius pants with shaking hands then pulled his cock out as well. Feeling it twitch in his hand, he shivered. Unsure how to go about this, he decided to just do what he did with his own, figuring if Sirius didn't like it, he would say something. The only thing that came from Sirius as he started was a loud moan. That was good! Panting heavily, his hips began to twitch upwards as Sirius stroked his cock.

“So good,” Sirius muttered, hand working on Harry's cock, his own hips starting to thrust. Leaning forward, he kissed his godson heatedly, holding him there with his free hand. He was going to cum, that's all there was to it and there wouldn't be any stopping it. Moaning in Harry's mouth, he stroked his cock faster, hoping Harry got the hint as to what he wanted him to do.

Clinging to Sirius with his free arm, kissing him back passionately, Harry shivered uncontrollably as his hand worked on Sirius' cock. Feeling his whole body throb and his hair stand on end, he shuddered violently. Breaking off the kiss, his head dropped back and he moaned, “Gonna cum!” And then he did, body rocking with sensations he hadn't felt before as he splattered Sirius with the evidence of it.

Eyes locked on Harry, Sirius panted heavily as he watched the expression on his godson's face as he found his end. Letting out a loud moan as his own climax found him, his hips thrust upwards as his balls tingled then throbbed before he came. Oh, fuck yes, that was good!

Playing Quidditch wasn't something Lucius enjoyed as much as he had in school, honestly. Even flying wasn't. That tended to mess up his hair, something he really didn't like. While it didn't take much to get his beloved tresses back to their normal state, it was just the idea of it. However, he had promised Draco he would smack some balls around with him and he didn't want to go back on his word. Besides, he and his son had to come up with some kind of strategy to avenge the absolute trouncing they had taken at the hands of Harry and Black. That had just been embarrassing. As he was the kind whose ego couldn't stand such a thing, he and Draco were trying to hone their skills and work on strategy.

Draco was used to playing against Harry in school, but Harry held a different position so his son just didn't know what Harry was capable of in others. That had helped lead to the trouncing. Then there was Black. Lucius would have thought that his skills would have waned since their time in school. They hadn't. And that didn't help the complete annihilation of them. So, it was going to take some work to avenge themselves and put in a good showing. That's what they were working on.

With a pleased smirk after he smacked the ball at Draco, watching his son dodge it with skilled expertise, Lucius' brow furrowed. He was picking up something from Black and Harry. Zooming over to chase the ball that Draco had shot his way, he felt the familiar sensation of the erotic undertones he had experienced before. Which told him Black and Harry were up to something he would most assuredly like to watch and/or join in. After smacking the ball back to Draco, he felt a tingle, a powerful one, that told him this was more than something with undertones, like snogging. In fact, he hadn't felt anything like it from the two before. And that's when he decided that he needed to stop the game, hurry inside and slip into their room. Yes, he wanted to watch this.

Feeling his hair stand on end and a throbbing below the waist, something that told him he had to hurry, he was just raising his hand to put a halt to the game. He didn't see the Bludger coming.

Cock rock hard and twitching, he was focused on that when the Bludger, smacked by his own son, careened straight into his midsection. It actually took a few seconds for him to register that he had been hit. Looking down, he then felt the pain from it as every ounce of oxygen in his lungs seemed to vacate his body through any available orifice. Including a noise from his backside that he would swear until his dying day his body was not capable of making. Gasping for air, eyes wide, the first thing he did was realize that not only couldn't he suck in much needed air, but that he was falling. At the moment, that made no sense as he was holding onto the broom. Brooms kept you in the air, not let you plummet towards the earth at a speed that was faster than they flew. At the moment, though, he was more worried about sucking in air, something his body was screaming for. However, he realized that his rate of decent might cause him some serious issues, especially if he hit the ground going at the speed he was moving at. That wouldn't help his lack of air intake in the least. In fact, it would probably make it worse.

Shutting his eyes, he tried to suck in air while he was able, not pondering how much it was going to hurt to become a very well dressed and elegant Malfoy puddle on the ground. That—no, Malfoy's did not fall off their brooms and they certainly didn't land in a heap on the Quidditch pitch! Which meant he had to do something. What that was, as he wasn't exactly thinking straight from the lack of oxygen to the head above the shoulders, he didn't know. He did take note that the head below the waist was still attentive to whatever was going on with Black and Harry. In fact, it didn't realize that the rest of the body was in mortal peril.

As the seconds stretched on and he wasn't able to actually do anything that might help his predicament, Lucius let out a gurgle as he came. Apparently, the head below the waist was ignoring their predicament, honing in on signals and completed the act without any assistance from the rest of the body. Just great. He was going to splatter on the ground with boxers full of cum. This could only happen to him! His father had to be rolling in his grave!

Sitting in the stands with Severus, Remus was just enjoying the fresh air. It felt good to be out here without actually having to worry about too much, including keeping an eye on Lucius. That was good! The man was in the air with his son, focused on the game. The ferrets were down below, tethered so they couldn't cause too much chaos, but had plenty of room to run off energy. That was good as well. Sneaking a peek at Severus, he just shook his head. The man was glassy eyed and working his way through a dozen glazed donuts while sipping at a container of chocolate milk. Though Remus thought that someone might need to say something at some point, as this was looking to get out of hand, he figured now wasn't the time. Severus actually seemed happy, well, for him anyway, and wasn't at all disturbed by anything. That he probably needed for a time. Eventually, Severus would in all probability come out of it. At least he hoped he would.

Leaning back, hands behind his head, ankles crossed, he watched the two in the air smacking the ball around. When Lucius took the Bludger to the gut, however, his eyes widened. Fumbling for his wand as the man fell off his broom and headed for the ground, he stood and said, leveling his wand at the man, hoping to slow down the momentum enough that he wouldn't be seriously injured, “I think we need your help, Severus. We're going to have injuries to attend to.”

Severus had decided that morning that pot was the answer to all his troubles. That's all there was to it. It made him calm, thus able to deal with all the insanity that went on around him. Plus the people that were determined to make sure he spent the rest of his life in a room with padded walls in a jacket that made you hug yourself didn't seem to ruffle him much. This was good. The inner peace he had longed for since he was young was finally his. And he was determined to keep it. Anyone that tried to disturb that would pay the price.

Focused on his donuts, something he couldn't seem to get in his mouth fast enough, he looked up when Lupin said his name. Quickly, he observed what was going on. Oh no, a calamity such as this was something that would most assuredly disturb his happy place. He couldn't allow that to happen.

Grabbing his container of chocolate milk, he began to take a deep drink while leveling his wand at the ground under where Lucius was falling and cast the best cushioning charm he could. When he finished his drink and was grabbing his next doughnut, the last one in the box, something he would have to remedy, he was pleased to see the perverted Malfoy patriarch bouncing around on the ground like someone in a jumpy house. Good. That meant serious injuries weren't in the offing. Starting to eat the last doughnut, vanishing the now empty box, he stood when Lupin said something about checking on the man. That was fine and he could handle that. After all, there shouldn't be too many injuries, just some ruffled hair.

Clapping Severus on the back, Remus said, as they headed towards the stairs, “Good thinking, Severus! That was an amazing use of the charm and what we needed.”

“Bleeding, internal injuries and broken bones would disturb my inner peace. I couldn’t allow that to happen,” Severus muttered as they made their way in that direction. He fully planned to tend to this as quickly as he could then go out and get more doughnuts.

Lying there, arms splayed out, Lucius looked up at the clear blue sky. He could breathe again. That was one plus in the situation. However, the downside was that he felt like his whole abdomen was one big, throbbing bruise, something that made taking in that much needed air excruciating. While that was the biggest issue, there were other minor ones disturbing him as well. One of them was that he now ached all over. He was damned sure that even his hair did. Another was his boxers were full of his own cum. That just plain wasn't right. However, it was the least of his worries, though one that he would ponder later, after a powerful pain killing draught. Well, that was after he figured out if he could move or not. Finally, Draco was standing over him, whining in a way that made him want to hex him. Of course, his son was distraught at having hit the Bludger that unseated him, but the tone—it was getting on his nerves. Draco didn't get on his nerves much, but this time he did.

Shutting his eyes with a pained groan, he was trying to decide what to do when someone said his name. Opening his eyes, he was pleased to see Lupin and Severus there. Good. Those two might know what to do about this situation. At least Severus knew what pain draughts he could take to stop the hot knives that pierced him each time he breathed! Once that stopped, he could figure out the rest of the issues on his own. Or so he hoped.

“Are you alright, Lucius?” Remus asked, wand out, already casting the spells he knew to determine injuries.

“Oh, just tickety-boo,” Lucius huffed, hating the pain that brought on, but unwilling to allow such a moronic question to go unnoticed.

“We'll get you fixed up quickly,” Remus assured him as Severus, too, began to take readings. “Where does it hurt the most?”

While the first thing that came to mind was his ego, Lucius managed to get out where the worst of the injuries were. All he hoped was those readings didn't show what was in his boxers. That—he might never live it down! He vowed that revenge was coming for Black, as he was sure the man was the one that pushed whatever to that point. While he was sure Sirius didn't intend for this to happen, it was a cause of it. And, for that, the man would pay. He just didn't know how yet as his thought process was rather muddled at the moment. Give him time and he would come up with something.
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