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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 numbly made his way to the robe shop, not feeling any pain. He was blissfully numb; the only good thing about this day.

He saw Draco and Blaise wrapped in each other's arms outside the shop, talking quietly. He stepped next to them, not wanting to interrupt whatever they were talking about, and waited.

It didn't take very long for Blaise to notice Harry standing there, seeing as how he was facing that direction. He immediately knew something was wrong, judging by the dead look in Harry's eyes, his paler than usual complexion, and his slumped shoulders.

He pulled away from Draco's warmth, and pulled Harry between them; not missing his cold body temperature. It might be a little chilly out, but not anything that would warrant this temperature. Harry laid his head down on Blaise’s chest and let the two men hold, his eyes looking straight ahead, unseeing.

"Please, love, tell us what's wrong." Blaise whispered softly in his ear, sounding like it wasn’t the first time he had said that, making Harry wonder briefly how long he had spaced out.

In a monotone voice Harry replied, "I saw Sirius kissing another man. He caught me before I could sneak away and told me about his and John's engagement. Then he asked me to be his best man. I love him too much to make him unhappy, so I said yes."

Draco and Blaise exchanged a pain filled look between them, for once, neither of them understanding how that felt. Draco usually did, but that was more than he had ever had to deal with. He knew in his heart that this would be what broke the great Harry Potter; the boy who had gone from his 5 year-long enemy, to his and Blaise's lover. He loved Harry, maybe not as much as he did Blaise, but enough to care so much about him that he constantly worried about him.

Nothing more was said between the trio, they simple made their way back to the Leaky Cauldron, flooed to Harry's home; and climbed in his bed, one on either side of smaller boy, and did all they could to make him forget. Oblivious to everything else, they slept restlessly, both his lovers unconsciously sharing his pain. There was nothing else they could do.

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"I'm sorry Sirius, but I can't do this." John knew this would hurt Sirius, but he had seen the look in Harry's eyes when the boy had walked away; even before, when he had found out about the engagement. It wouldn't be nearly a fraction of what he was going through.

"What do you mean, John? You can't do what?" They were currently lying on Sirius' bed; the same one Sirius had unknowingly taken Harry's virginity.

John sat up on the edge of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees, lowering his head into his hands, "I can't marry you."

Sirius froze at the sentence, "Why not?" He barely whispered the question, not wanting to make it real if it was just a dream.

"I can't hurt that boy this way. Have you any idea how much he loves you?"

Sirius stared; open mouthed and wide eyed at his lover, and said, “You think he loves me?" Sirius prayed that he sounded disbelieving instead of disgustingly hopeful.

John looked back at him, "He is in love with you, from the look on his face, and he has been for quite some time. Why don't you see that?" John couldn’t see how Sirius so completely ignored the signs that Harry loved him. From the looks of the boy, John would bet the world that harry would give Sirius anything and everything he wanted; in fact, it was proven today when Harry picked his godfather’s happiness over his own.

"He will get over it. He doesn't really love me." Sirius was sure he sounded like he was trying to convince John as much as he was trying to convince himself, but he couldn’t care. All he could do was try to convince John to stay, if only to keep Sirius sane and away from Harry.

It wasn’t as thought Sirius didn’t care for John, of course he did. You didn’t spend so much time with someone and not care for them. But… Sirius allowed himself to think this only once as he admitted to himself that he would never, could never, care about John the way he did about Harry. It was wrong, but it was true. John was only really, a substitute for the one Sirius wanted, and if Sirius wasn’t as selfish as he was, he would have let John go to find the one he was meant to be with. But Sirius couldn’t do that, so he made a few last ditch efforts to convince John to stay.

Unfortunately for Sirius, or so Sirius thought, it wouldn’t work.

John stared at Sirius for long moments before replying, "You really have no idea, do you?" He whispered, almost as if he couldn't believe what Sirius had just said.

Sirius scowled, "I know he doesn't. He just fancies himself in love with me. It is still no reason to break up with me. Two weeks before our wedding!"

John shook his head. There would be no getting through to this man, "I'm sorry, Sirius. I'm sorry that you can't see what is right in front of you, and probably has been for quite a while. I'm sorry that young man is getting hurt because you refuse to believe the truth. But most of all, I'm sorry you will forever be unhappy because you won't be with him. No one will complete you the way he will. When you touch him, does it feel like a shock is going through your body? Do you think of him even when you desperately try not to? That means only one thing. Soul mates, Sirius. You and Harry belong together. I just hope you see that soon, before it is too late to get him back."

With that, he kissed Sirius' forehead, pulled his ring off, resting it in his ex-lovers open palm; closing Sirius’ fingers over it. He stood up, took one last look at Sirius, before walking from the room, not looking back. He had done the right thing. This just meant that there was someone else out there for him. He just had to wait and find out.

It had been two weeks, and there was only two more weeks until the wedding. Harry had yet to look like anything other than the living dead. He slept, ate, breathed; but he wasn't alive. His heart was gone, with a man that didn't even want it. He had nothing to keep him alive anymore.

He supposed he was being melodramatic, but he couldn't help it. Nothing could bring him out of this. When Draco and Blaise had made love to him the night he had found out about the wedding, like before, he couldn't even get it up. He had apologized profusely, but they had just shushed him, and Draco had pulled him onto his chest with Blaise curling around his back. The three of them hadn't done anything after that, but Draco and Blaise had still stayed the last two weeks every night.

He heard the floo roar to life, thinking it to be Draco and Blaise, seeing as they had gone to get some more clothes; they said they had no intention of leaving.

So, imagine his surprise when Sirius walked into the room, looking livid.

"What did you do?" Sirius said in a deadly voice.

The question didn't shock him as much as Sirius' voice had. He sounded murderous, and all of that was directed at him.

"What are you talking about, Sirius? I didn't do anything."

"Don't lie to me, Harry!" Sirius was close to shouting now.

"I'm not I-" He didn't get to finish before he was hauled up by the front of his shirt. He was face to face with the man he loved; only the man he was staring at wasn’t the Sirius he loved, not really. This man was the Devil reincarnate. This was the first time Harry had actually been afraid of Sirius.

"Don't lie to me. What did you tell him? Why did he all of a sudden want to cancel the wedding?"

"He canceled the wedding?" Harry was shocked. He hadn't said two words to John. Why would he cancel the wedding; was it because of him?

Sirius laughed bitterly, letting go of Harry's shirt. Harry barely stopped himself from falling by gripping the dining room table, "Like you don't know. You told him that you loved me."

"I did no such thing. I wouldn't ruin your happiness, Sirius. Is that really the type of person you think I am?"

Harry was hurt that Sirius would think that he would do something to purposefully hurt him that way.

"You were jealous. You still think that you love me. But you don't."

Harry had had enough of Sirius telling him Harry didn't love him.

"I do love you! I love you so much that the past two weeks have been torture for me. I agreed to be your best man because you looked so hopeful that I would, how could I say no? When you love someone, all you want is their happiness. Why do you keep doubting that I-"

Sirius raised his hand, ready to strike Harry. He didn't want to hear how much he was loved, romantically, by his godson. He thought that maybe he had lost his mind, especially when he saw Harry flinch away from him.

Wait, Harry really did flinch away from him. He blinked, looked at the hand in the air, then back at Harry. He saw the terror in those beautiful emerald eyes he loved so much. His eyes widened in horror at what he was about to do, not sure what exactly had come over him. He suddenly hated himself, more than loving Harry had ever made him hate himself.

His hand fell limply to his side and he stumbled back a few steps, "I'm sorry. I'll leave. Please forgive me." Sirius pleaded.

He dashed back to the fireplace, threw the floo powder into it, and arrived home before Harry had come out of his shock enough to stop him.

Harry sat on the dining room floor, rocking himself back and forth as tears streamed down his face; harsh sobs tearing out his mouth. It had been about 15 minutes since Sirius had left, but he had a lot of emotion to make up for. Two weeks to be exact.

So many emotions were flooding through him; guilt, anger, fear, pain, happiness; love. It was all there.

He was happy because Sirius wouldn't be marrying anyone else. He felt guilty because he was happy that Sirius wouldn't be getting married. He was angry at Sirius for blaming him for something that wasn't his fault. He feared what Sirius would have done had he not stopped himself. He hated fearing the love of his life. Love was always present, it was just more pronounced when he thought directly of Sirius.

Everything was swirling around like a giant tornado, tearing his insides up in its wake. His heart had again gone away with the man who had left in a hurry. Harry had been slightly glad he had left, giving Harry time to cry by himself.

Though now, he had the slight hope again, that Sirius might just love him too. Or that he might at least give Harry a chance to prove just how good they could be together.

Sirius had been home about 15 minutes when he remembered something he had thought earlier. He had thought he loved Harry's beautiful emerald eyes.

Did he? Did he love those eyes, or did he love Harry? Was that what he had been told so many times, in his dreams, by Harry, even John? How could everyone else have noticed it but him? He knew why, of course. He had refused to see it. He refused to let himself believe that he could have Harry, thinking of James and Lily, and of the age difference; the almost familial connection. How could he and Harry possibly be together with so many things working against them?

But really… if it was so wrong to love your godson in a romantic way, then why did he? And why did he suddenly not care either way?

Hey guys! Well this is getting closer to the end of my story. Two more chapter. And an epilogue, depending on what you guys decided.

So, I know this chapter isn't all that good and its almost horibbly short, but it is relatively important to the story. Hope you liked it.

As always, Review! Please...

xoxo,

Kitkat
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