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The Next Morning	By : Chmurzasta Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Sirius Views: 12410 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I most definetly do not own Harry Potter nor any of the characters, nor the books and movies, nor do I own the universe - they do belong to rich people, not me. I obviously don't earn any money from this nor any other of my stories.

Chapter List
- 1-The Next Morning
- 2-The next part
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Hullo! This is my very first fanfiction, I do hope you'll find it amusing. English isn't my native language, so I beg you to be lenient with me. Any advice is mostly welcome, naturally. Enough of this, let's get to the good stuff.

Sirius woke up with a massive hangover. He could feel the dishevelled bedsheets against his skin very well, as his clothes were missing. Without opening his eyes he stretched out his hand exploring the bed. He felt a warm body, which he impatiently drew closer to his chest. He felt the soft hair gently tickle his chin, but did not bother to brush it off. He grew a bit more aware of his own body. Judging from how sore he felt down there it must have been a hell of a shag. He drank a sea of firewhiskey. Feeling it would be too much of a bother to move he succumbed to the overwhelming drowsiness and slipped back into slumber,tightly hugging the person he found in his bed.

Harry woke up pressed against the taller man's firm chest. As he stealthily freed himself from Sirius's strong arms he couldn't help but to gaze lovingly at his godfather's sleeping face, his long black hair strewn over the pillow. He was so peaceful. A second later he realised what he have done. Sirius was completely smashed last night and knowing that Harry took advantage of the older man. He also had quite a lot to drink but he knew damn well it was no excuse to his actions. He shouldn't have lost control! On the other hand the night was amazing. Harry could feel blood rushing to his loins as he recalled some details. He silently sighed and came back to reality. He could either stay and confront his godfather or leave and pray that Sirius was too drunk to remember anything. Harry felt all his Griffindor courage shrink under the guilt. He loved Sirius since the two of them met And he surely would not stand the look his godfather would give him after waking up. He imagined blue eyes filled with disbelief, then anger and perhaps disgust. Merlin, that would kill him to lose him again. Harry decided to flee.

When Sirius woke up for good it was already past noon. There was no trace of his partner from last night apart from a big mug full of what he identified as an anti-hangover potion on the bedside table. He drank it and felt a bit better. As he shambled into the shower he noticed numerous love bites covering his chest and abdomen. When entered under the stream of hot water he felt a sting across his back. He discovered that his entire backside was scratched. As he tried to focus on the events from last night he discovered his memories hazy, images mixed up and he was not quite sure what was real and what was made up by his drunken mind. He vaguely remembered a lean, well – muscled body pressed against his own, long fingers raking through his hair, eager lips brushing against his skin, silent moans released into his ear. Those images sent shivers down the animagus's spine. He changed the water temperature and cooled down under the cold shower. He dried himself, got dressed and left his room for late breakfast. Was Harry home when he... oh, Merlin's hairy balls! Sirius knew that from the very beginning he did not stand a chance – he was far too old and on top of that the lad's godfather. And even if he did he blew it all last night by getting ridiculously drunk and shagging whoever he shagged only because he reminded him of his godson.

'Good afternoon, Sirius.' The man flinched when he heard Harry's voice and spill a bit of coffee he was pouring himself.

'Hey there, Harry.' He answered in a hoarse voice.

'You look half-dead. Do you remember anything from last night?' Harry used all his will to ask casually. 'No.' was the swift reply.

'Well, no matter how drunk you were you sneaked into the house without waking me up.' Harry caught a glimpse of the sign of relief on Sirius's face and the boy noted that concealing the truth was a good idea. Sirius's friendship was all he could count on and the younger man vowed to keep things the way they were.

'Hermione is coming over to hang out later. I'd ask if you'd like to join us for a drink, but judging from your state...' Harry tried with all his might not to sound awkward.

'You kids have fun. I'll be nursing my hangover in the library.' So Harry haven't noticed anything. Thank gods!

'Okay, spill it' Said Hermione when they were alone. She was fiddling with her earring. After she and Ron broke up she cut her hair and got her ears pierced. Her clothes became more colourful, her mind was spoken more often. Harry was so disgusted with himself, that he couldn't look his friend in the eye, but he had to tell somebody.

'Yesterday, after Sirius came home completely drunk... I... I kinda seduced him.' He finished the sentence rather clumsily. He raised his gaze upon the young woman and noted that her mouth was hanging agape. After a short while she came to her senses.

'Harry, congratulations!' She hugged him, but then smart as she was she noticed something was wrong and gave him an inquiring look.

'He doesn't remember a bloody thing.'

'Oh, dear. Do you intend telling him how you feel?'

'I don't want him to hate me.' He muttered.

'Wait a second. How do you know he doesn't remember?'

'I asked him whether he remembered anything from last night and he said he didn't.'

'Perhaps he's too embarrassed to admit he does remember...'

'Well one way or the other he doesn't want me.' He cut her off rather gloomily.

'Don't give up on him, dear.' Hermione did her best to cheer her friend up.

'It's over before it even started.' Harry's mood was sepulchral. Hermione snapped.

'Now see here, you drama queen! You're going to get out there and fight for your man. You're a Griffindor! We don't give up that easily! Seducing a man can't be harder than fighting Voldemort! 'She could see a sign of hope in the young man's green eyes.

'And if he rejects you you're always welcome in my bed.' She added playfully in order to ease the tension. Harry smiled at her.

'Thanks, Mione. You're the best.'

'Now, now. I'll give you a couple of hints...'
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