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"Why Me?"	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 88153 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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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 25:

Freedom, Ponderings and Plots

Lying in his bed, covered with his nice silk sheets, propped up against the headboard by his big, squishy pillows, Lucius had a small heating pad on his still aching abdomen. Huffing as the spell on the thing seemed to be waning, he cast another, heating it back up. Sighing, he shook his head. Though he had taken the pain killing draughts needed to make this manageable, not to mention most of the bruising had healed, he still felt horrible. So, rather than go about his normal business, he planned to just be a layabout today. That wasn't something he did often, but felt he had earned it. As traumatizing as the day before had been, he needed a break. All there was to it.

While lying there, petting Gred and Forge, he thought about the situation he found himself in. Looking back over the entire debacle that had transpired since that spell on the room bound them together, he tried to sort through all the insanity to get to the root of the problem. And, no matter how he looked at it, all that he kept coming back to was that he wasn't aiding matters in the least. In fact, some of his behavior was making it worse. He didn't like that, or admitting it, but it was there.

Focusing on Harry, and how what he was doing was affecting the teenager, he gave an internal sigh. Though he wouldn't say it aloud to Black, the man was right. What he was doing, if he read the myriad of expressions in his memory of Harry right, wasn't working. In fact, it was probably making that situation all the worse. Harry—he was innocent. At least in the ways of the flesh. While part of that thrilled him, as it meant he had an almost blank slate to work with, the realism was that his way of going about it wasn't working. It was probably having the opposite effect, actually. Harry seemed well and truly frightened of him and what he might do. That hindered progress, not helped it. The truth of the matter was, despite not wanting to admit it, that he seriously needed to let Black work with that situation and stay out of it until such time as the man could get Harry in a place where he was comfortable with what was going on.

Sighing as he thought of Black, he wasn't sure what to do there. The man was exciting, in many ways. His dominant nature and how he wouldn't kowtow to anyone was something he hadn't encountered much in his life. Couple that with how he looked, and Lucius found him to be sexy. In many ways. However, like Harry, Black wasn't about to play into the schemes he had if he kept going about this mess the way he had been. That was becoming clearer all the time. Up until this point, he hadn't paid much attention to what Black said about a lot of things. Oh, he had to be wary, no doubt there, as the man was well and truly angry with some of what he had done. And, well, he had brought that on himself. He was used to dealing with Black his normal way. As that usually got him what he wanted, he ignored everything else. Bad move in this case. Which meant, like Harry, he had to change how he was going about this debacle. And this time he had to mean it.

He kept vowing that, each time something went pear-shaped, but seemed to fall back on his normal way of attending to matters. In doing that, he was not only not getting what he wanted, but making it harder to push things in that direction. No, he couldn't keep on doing things in the same manner. He was sure some of what was going on, such as the Bludger incident, was something akin to karma giving him a wakeup call. And he needed to stop ignoring it. Each time he did that, things grew worse afterwards. That meant he had to focus.

Thinking back, he fixated on how it felt to sleep with Black and Harry. That feeling—it was amazing and something he adored waking up to. Over his lifetime, he hadn't felt that with anyone else. In fact, the ones he had woken up to, other than Narcissa, there were no feelings for at all. They were nothing but a means to an end. Black and Potter weren't that way. Which meant, to achieve that again, he had to keep himself on a leash of some sort and go about this another way.

Sighing softly, he tried to come up with something he could use to ensure that he stopped what he was doing. Some sort of trigger would help once he started going down that road. The only thing that kept coming to mind was Draco's face. That made him cringe slightly as his son was the same age as Harry. Tossing it over, he thought, maybe, that might be what he needed. Draco, though his son, wasn't the same as he had been at that age when it came to sexuality. It was his thought that Draco just hadn't hit the point where the hormones had fully kicked in yet. That was something he thought could work as that was probably the case with Harry as well. He just had to keep reminding himself of that and going about it with that in mind. After all, if he wanted to feel that huge cock of Harry's in his arse and have Black do something to him besides change the color of his hair, the foolishness needed to cease. All he had to do was stay focused. If he could manage that when it came to making money, he could do it in this area as well. It just took determination. That he had, in abundance.

Shutting his eyes, he focused on that and began devising triggers to use so they didn't keep dancing down the same road they were on. No, that had to stop and it was up to him to tend to that matter. After all, Black and Harry were progressing. He needed included. NEEDED. INCLUDED. And that wouldn't happen if he kept being a prat. The time had come for him to evolve, if you will, so he could join in. Adding that to his motivation and he was now determined to go about this the right way. It was just going to take time and a wee bit of effort to get it there, nothing more!

Looking down at the paper in his hands, Sirius was grinning from ear to ear. This was what he had been waiting for since that awful night so many years ago. He was cleared. Completely. An official pardon from the Ministry with reparations in his vault for all those years lost. Absolutely perfect!

Glancing up at the grinning Kingsley and Tonks, he asked, “It's like really official, right? No more hiding needed? I can go out?”

“Completely official,” Kingsley told him grinning bigger. “It'll be in the Prophet tomorrow. We're still having problems with Peter, of course, as the Mind Healers have deemed him insane, but it's clear enough that he did what you went to prison for. You're free and clear! Albus made sure to get his hands on this to get it to you.”

“Oh, this is great! What I've been waiting for!” Sirius said, unable to stop grinning. Reaching over and slipping an arm around Harry, he pulled his godson to him and held him close. Looking at Harry, he said, “I think a celebration is in order, don't you?”

“Yeah,” Harry grinned, looking at the paper that cleared his godfather. “A big one!”

“I'll get with the elves and have them do up something good for us tonight,” Sirius said, still grinning. “We'll do something to rival the feasts at Hogwarts for this.” Snorting, he added, “And if it wouldn't get me noticed by Muggle authorities, I would streak down the road waving this around.”

“Not a good idea, Sirius,” Kingsley said with a deep chuckle. “I get the impulse, though! Just enjoy. Tonks and I have to get back to work.” Seeing the man nod, he and Tonks left, pleased to be delivering good news for a change.

Nudging Harry, he said, “Tomorrow I vote we do the movie thing again. I won't even need a glamour to go out.”

“Just so we gag Lucius, I'm good with it,” Harry grinned.

“Yeah, we need to. His 'enthusiasm' for them will make us mental, but we'll manage. Maybe go somewhere to get a bite to eat afterwards, something. I don't know. We'll just have to watch Draco,” Sirius chuckled.

“He probably will need to be gagged as well,” Harry snorted, shaking his head. “We have to do something, that's for sure.”

“And streaking down Diagon Alley is out, too,” Sirius laughed.

“Yeah, you might get in trouble for that,” Harry chuckled again. “No sense in getting in trouble right after being cleared.”

“There is that,” Sirius admitted. Sobering up, he said, quietly, “This means that whatever is going on with Albus we can do something about now. I don't have to be 'protected' anymore and he has nothing over my head. That's a good thing.”

“It is,” Harry admitted with a nod. “We just need to work on the situation with Lucius then get us out.”

“Yeah, well, whenever we work on anything with Lucius, it ends up perverted in some way,” Sirius snickered. “You're right, though. We need to. Which means, we need him to get his head pulled out of his arse for this to start down the right path. And how to do that is beyond me.”

“I'm letting you take that one,” Harry told him with a firm shake of his head. “He right unnerves me. I might not understand what he says or is doing, but I get that it's sexual and perverted. Kreacher beating on him is enough to tell me that.”

Scratching his chin, Sirius nodded, “Yeah, I need to take it. I'll come up with something. I don't know what though. Give me time.” Shaking his head, he said, “Come on, let's go outside and find something to do. Maybe smack some balls around or something.”

Standing, Harry asked, “Any idea where Draco is?”

“No clue there,” Sirius admitted, sending the paper to their room after telling the elf to frame it. “He said something about projects then asked where Snape was. Not sure what he's up to. As long as we're not involved, I don't rightly give a damn.”

Snorting, Harry shook his head, “That doesn't bode well for anyone, honestly. It means he's plotting something.”

“Like I said; as long as we're not involved, we're good,” Sirius grinned, guiding Harry outside. He would get with Remus later to show him the paper. From what he knew, his old friend was sleeping. Snape—he didn't know or care. This was a good day, that's for damned sure. And he refused to consider what insanity might ruin it. All he planned to do was to enjoy his first day of freedom. Maybe later he and Harry would walk down the street to a shopette just for something to do. After all, it wouldn't do to hide in the house now that he could get out!

Looking around at the small room the elves had cleared out for him in the basement, Draco nodded, pleased. Perfect. The potions lab was set up, he had a good lock on the door, the other needed materials were here, so he was ready. And this was actually working out quite nicely, better than having to sneak around at home. As his mother seemed to have a sixth sense about him being up to something, he couldn't often get away with a little experimentation at home. Here was perfect for that. Black and Potter didn't care what he did as long as they were left alone. His father—well, that was obvious there. Lupin was tired right now. He was one Draco would have to keep an eye on to see what he was like. The only one he was really worried about was Professor Snape. The man wasn't in great shape right now, though he didn't fully understand where that was coming from. All he knew was the Professor was easily irritated. That he didn't want to invoke again. No, that was something he was going to need therapy over. As he knew the Professor was sharp eyed and knew he was always plotting, he had to be wary.

Walking over, he began to gather ingredients. There was a prank he had heard about in hushed tones over the years. Something pulled off by a group called the Marauders that affected whole dorms. That's what he was trying to recreate. If he heard right, it was a potion that not only changed everyone's hair some kind of nasty color, but ended up revealing personal secrets. That's the part he wanted. From the rumors, it was something put in drinks that made people blurt out their most closely guarded secrets at odd times, especially if asked about them. Perfect! This way he could gather plenty of material that he could use later on down the line.

As of now, he had part of the formula down, or so he thought, he just had to work with the rest was all. That's what he planned to perfect over the summer. By the time school was in session, he would have it down pat. He just had to be careful. It was a volatile potion that could easily go wrong and do nasty things.

Grabbing the bit he had already brewed, he dumped it in a cauldron and set the fire to low. Now he just had to work to perfect the rest. However, as he grabbed some of the more dangerous ingredients for it, he didn't realize that Gred and Forge had been down in the lab earlier in the day. As it was cool and dark, they liked to come down here to sleep in the empty cauldrons. The one Draco had unwittingly chosen was the one they had used earlier. And they had left plenty of fur behind. Jarvey fur mixed with eye of newt made a strange reaction that tended to blow up on the person brewing it. Draco was now in for a most interesting evening as the potion was about to backfire on him.

Lying there in Lupin's bed, Severus refused to open his eyes. Refused. For the first time in a couple of days he was stone cold sober. No booze or pot in his system. He hadn't planned it that way, but it had happened. And he was horrified by many things. Not the least of which was he was buck naked. Not a stitch of clothing in sight. That was part of why he refused to open his eyes. He didn't want the official confirmation that he was, first, naked, and, second, in Lupin's bed.

With an internal moan of pain, he ran through, mentally, the last couple of days. Some wasn't bad, like the bit with the Dark Lord. That was actually something he adored! Oh, it was a masterful working of a troublesome situation. It was other bits that were bothering him. One of them was something he had done the night before.

That—impulse, or whatever it was, to snuggle with Lupin had returned. And in the state he had been in, read that stoned out of his gourd, he had heeded the siren song and done just that. However, unlike the time before, this time had led to him actually making a pass at the man. And Lupin had responded. Now he had a sore arse again, though not nearly as bad as after the time the Dark Lord had finished with him, and he was horrified at his wanton behavior.

Mentally cringing, he wanted to Oblivate himself of the memory. His body, of course, had responded to what was done, but his behavior of begging for more, harder and whatnot was what had him cringing. All along, he considered himself the dominate type, someone to take charge. That, he thought, would carry over into a relationship as well. Apparently, that wasn't the case. Nope, he was the 'bottom' and seemed to relish the role. There was also the fact that he was grudgingly admitting that Lupin was probably not exaggerating his experience level either. What the man could do was mind boggling! He—well, all Severus would willingly admit was that he knew what he was doing and how to bring the utmost of pleasure.

Giving a mental groan and shake of his head, he wanted to get up then find some more of his smokable tranquilizer so he could find his happy place again. However, that would involve going back to Diagon Alley, as he had smoked the last of it the night before. He wasn't sure if he could face people yet. Well, after he had to face himself naked getting out of Lupin's bed.

Grinding his teeth, he wondered if it was worth the effort to get up and do that. Then he remembered just who was in the house and the havoc that seemed to run rampant. Yes, it was worth it. In fact, it was probably required to keep his temper in check. Which meant, he had to get up, face his nudity and the fact that he was in Lupin's bed, before someone did something to set him off.

Just as he had talked himself into getting up and going to the alley, Lupin groaned, rolled over and draped his arm across Severus' midsection. Wanting to snarl, Severus then went still. Those feelings—they were back and more intense than ever. Suddenly, the need for that drug wasn't there. Instead, he decided to stay right where he was. Shutting his eyes, he gave a contented sigh then turned over, curling up to Lupin. Yes, this seemed to take him to his happy place better than the drug. He might end up more horrified than before when he woke next, but he would deal with it.

At suppertime, the atmosphere in the kitchen was a good one. Sirius, of course, was in a great mood, talking about what he could now do without fear of getting caught. Remus, too, was happy that his old friend was now cleared and not in danger of the sentence that had hung over his head for so long. Harry loved it, of course, pleased that his godfather was cleared. Snape was mostly quiet, though listening in to what was said. Lucius wasn't his normal self because he was still in pain. He had come down to dinner to join in as he realized the special occasion was one that needed celebrating. His concession to the pain was just staying quiet. Draco wasn’t whining like normal, something that pleased all of them.

As the meal pressed on, Harry started getting slightly unnerved. He wasn't sure what it was as nothing seemed off, it was just a feeling. The only thing he thought might relate was every time he glanced in Draco's direction, his nemesis was looking at him strangely. He didn’t know what to make of that, so he decided to ignore it. However, he quickly found that he couldn't.

After finishing eating, Harry leaned against Sirius and sighed contentedly when his godfather's arm slipped around him. That always felt good. Listening in to plans to go to the movies the following day, he was about to say something when Draco actually screeched at Sirius. Eyes going wide, he looked at Malfoy wondering what in the hell was going on.

“Get your arm off him! Potter is mine!” Draco screeched, face flaming. He was trying to get himself under some form of control and shut his mouth, but it just wasn't happening.

“Excuse me?” Sirius said, completely baffled, looking at Draco, not sure what to make of this.

“He's mine! All mine! I've wanted him since that first train ride to Hogwarts. He just hasn't realized how good of a catch I am! He'll eventually get it. That won't happen if you're around.” Alright, Draco was completely horrified by that. Never would he have admitted his feelings for Potter. Even under the strongest Crucio known. Except it was now coming out. As he spoke, he tried everything he could think of to stop it, including covering his mouth with both hands. It just didn't work. And he wanted to crawl under a rock and die rather than face this.

Eyes so wide that they took up almost his whole face, Harry managed to squeak out, “What?” Oh, holy hell, he had no idea what this was or how to react to it!

“I've tried everything in my power to get you to see what I felt for you, Potter! You were just too thick to get it. Everything I did to impress you didn't work either. What's wrong with you? Why didn't you see it?” Draco stammered, desperately trying to shut himself up, but not succeeding. While he spoke, he summoned a parchment and quill then managed to write out 'help me' on it before passing it to his father.

Looking at the note, completely blindsided by Draco's confession, Lucius looked at his son, totally taken aback. “Draco,” he started, tone wary, “What is going on?”

Scribbling out 'I can't stop talking' he shoved it as his father before continuing to confess his undying love to Potter, something that was so far beyond horrifying that he didn't know what he would do when it finally stopped.

Not sure what to make of it, holding the stammering, stuttering, freaking out Harry close, Sirius looked at Lucius who was holding up the note, seemingly plenty baffled himself. Shaking his head and glancing towards Snape and Remus, both of whom were equally clueless, Sirius asked, “What is going on, Draco? What did you do to bring this on?”

“Working on Verumultimum. I heard about it when people were talking about the Marauders,” Draco blurted out, trying desperately to stop himself. “It blew up on me, though.” Focusing back on Potter, much to his horror, he then began confessing again to how much he loved him and how he hated that Potter was with his father.

Starting to grin, Sirius glanced at Remus, who was grinning as well, though hiding it behind a hand. “Yeah, well, that potion doesn't work well, Draco. And it ends up backfiring on you. We never did perfect it and gave up when we got to hear Moony's confession about all the people he had been with. Right traumatizing, that was. Made you feel inadequate actually.”

“What do you mean by that?” Draco asked, eyes wide, flushed bright red, wanting to crawl in a hole somewhere.

Snorting, Snape shook his head and said, “You're talking to two of the Marauders, Draco. Black and Lupin were two. Potter's father was another of them.”

“No,” Draco said, stunned that he had been in their presence all along and didn't know it.

“Oh yes,” Sirius grinned at him, chuckling.

“Is there any antidote to this?” Lucius asked, reaching over and clasping a hand over his son's mouth as he began to list all the things he wanted to do, sexually, to Harry, someone that was all but hiding behind Black, stammering himself. This wasn't good and he needed it to stop before his son started spilling all kinds of secrets he most certainly didn't want out.

“Not that we ever found,” Remus chuckled, shaking his head. “We learned that the hard way as well. It just has to wear off. Give it a couple hours and he'll be fine.”

Unable to help himself, Sirius asked, “So, Draco, tell us about all those things Harry got blamed for that you did. We'd be most interested in hearing about them.”

Quickly, Draco began to list them off, including plenty Harry didn't know about, horrified that he was probably getting himself in plenty of trouble for it. This was horrific! And he decided then and there that staying with his mother was far better than this. Maybe her supervision was a good thing because he wouldn't have tried this around her.
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