Changes
Part 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, unfortunately, or if I did there would be a magical bunny that would be called Malfoy and anyway I don't wanna be sued. Just enjoy! Summary: A first person point of view from Harry about being gay and wanting his godfather.
People change. I am no exception. At 13, I never would of guess I would find myself in a band and a pro Qudditch player. It seems a little farfetched doesn't it? Harry Potter more of a celebrity than I was at birth. And above all, I am gay. Yes I Harry Potter am gay. I think I realized it when I was 14 and right after a Qudditch match I watched Oliver Wood take a shower. I didn't mean to. I just walked in on him. The fact that I got an erection from just watching him wash himself should have been my first hint. The second hint should have been when I would think of my own godfather Sirius in the shower while stroking myself. But no one expects the golden Gryffindor to be gay. Not one time did I act upon my impulses. Well, except the time Malfoy came on to me and I kissed him. That was bad. I am glad he didn't tell anyone. Probably because he had enjoyed it too. I never thought I would be able to find love. No man, but many girls, would want to be Mr. Harry Potter. At least I didn't think so. I at 15 had a very unusual crush on my dad's best friend. There were times when we were alone in, which I wanted to climb on top of him and rape him again and again. My everything evolved around him. When I thought he was gone I cried and even thought of killing myself. But I knew Sirius wanted me to live and be happy. I vowed to myself that I would never ever love again. Not even pretend to love someone. So I broke with Cho. I started to date her in hopes that she could change me to be straight. It didn't work. Even though I doubt it would of. I broke her heart. Oh well. It was better than pretending I actually liked her and as she gave me head I thought of Sirius. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't help myself.
Time went by. My friends noticed I had lost interest in almost everything. Even my beloved Qudditch and didn't really care about my friends. My schoolwork was also neglected more than before. I didn't even care when Malfoy insulted me. Or that Snape was yet again picking on me. I was a heartbroken boy. Nothing else mattered. I went on this way for the longest time. I didn't notice that something was wrong with the world around me. On night as I wallowed in self-pity for the third time that week, I was captured by Death Eaters. They planned to kill me but I convinced Voldemort to face me himself. Only a simple contest to see who was the better wizard. It was also a diversion. I had a better chance of living if I faced him myself than being murdered by some Death Eaters. So it was Voldemort and I. No one else was there. Little did I know almost the whole wizarding community had come to rescue me. I was so scared. Nothing could have prepared me for this moment that I would stand in front of him wishing him dead for killing my parents. I almost didn't have the guts to kill him. He told me the story about my parents and how they tried to protect me but in the end, as he pointed out to several times, but failed. I was in tears by the time he began to mock my mother. So I was extremely angry so I lifted up my wand and said the curse "Avada Kevadara." Not just for revenge for myself. I also did it for he killing my mum and dad forcing me to spend 17 years of hell with the Dursley's. I did it for Sirius the only person I had loved and all of Voldemort's other victims.
I watched the green light hit him square in the chest and he fell and turned to ash. I don't remember much after that. The power of the spell tired me out so I collapsed and the last thing I remembered was Lupin saying my name. I woke up in the hospital wing with someone asleep next to me. I couldn't tell who it was only because it was in the middle of the night and I didn't have my glasses. I could tell it was a male. But it wasn't Ron. It was a man. So I figured it was Lupin. And I went back to sleep. I woke up the next morning to find me surrounded by people. Everyone was cheering that I was alive. Hermonie was kissing me. And Ron kept on slapping my back. I asked for my glasses. I put them on and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. I rubbed my eyes making sure I wasn't imaging things.
"Sirius? Are...Is...Are...is that you?"
He nodded. "I am here Harry." He looked just like he did when he escaped from Azkaban. His face was sunken in and he was pale. His hair was washed and brushed. It looked the same except for the gray hairs beginning at his temple. I began to cry. My love was alive. I would never have to see the Dursley's again. Voldemort was gone and I was free to live with Sirius even if it was only for a few months. Dumbledore tried to explain to me what was going on but I was too distracted with Sirius. He was alive and that's all that mattered. Dumbledore said Sirius's name and caught my attention.
"Remember when he fell into the curtain?" " Yes"
"It turns out that was the Death Eater's plan to trap the Sirius in the curtain and then retrieve him and take him prisoner."
"Yeah. Living like an animal in bloody cage for these 2 years. I was about ready to go insane. Thanks to you Harry I am free. With the confession from Pettigrew, I am now a free man to take care of you just like I always wanted to. Won't it be great? Living with me?" Sirius said.
"Yes. No more Dursley's and I can live as a wizard I born to be." He gave me a smile and I died inside. I hope no one was noticing the bulge that I was beginning to show in the sheets. That night I fell asleep a very happy man. Sirius was alive. Now I could love him. It was the first sense of happiness I felt in almost 2 years.
Sirius stuck around for my graduation and we headed back together to our new home the house of Black. I made sure I got a room close to his so it would be much easier to walk on him. But I found out I could hear him and the girl he just happened to meet in the other room fucking and realized this wasn't the best place to be. I was jealous. I wanted to be his bitch and hear him call my name not Jane or Sarah. The urges the fuck him became so strong. Like one time we were sitting around the breakfast table and he was shirtless. I started to get turned on. At the breakfast table. I tried my best to get rid of it but he was now staring at me and asking if something was wrong. It only made it worse. So I had to excuse myself from the breakfast table and went into the bathroom to fix it. It was a hopeless battle. Sirius was straight and I wasn't. He would never want me.
One day after I realized I couldn't take it anymore I told him was going to play professional Qudditch. He looked at me and smiled. He told me I was welcome with him any time. We had been living together for almost 2 years and I just couldn't take the fact he could never love me more than just a friend or how had put it as his own son. So I left. I made it as a seeker on the British team and we won 3 years of championship titles. That was until I fell off my broom and was deemed unable to play. Sirius was at each game. Cheering me on. Even after my fall he was at the hospitable with me keeping me company and driving me crazy. I was released in the care of Sirius and I found myself back in his house next to his bedroom. I stayed there for another year. I left to pursue a music career. I played lead guitar in a band. Sirius gave me the same damn speech. I said ok and left with my band not to return for another 5 years. The band broke up and I decided I was going home.
At this time I had decided to dye my hair blonde. I also got rid of my glasses and my once scrawny build was now muscular. Also a bunch of rumors had begun to circulate that I was gay. Which wasn't a lie. I was rumored to be dating our band's lead singer. That wasn't true. We just had a little fuck that was heard by the crew and band members. I learned not to have hot erotic gay sex right before a show. Sirius smiled as he opened the door to me.
"How's it going. I heard your band broke up." He said smiling really sexy.
"Yeah. Aren't you going to let me in?"
He stepped aside and l walked into the living room. Nothing had changed. It was obvious that no women had stepped in there since that summer in which I found out about the Order of the Phoenix.
"I left your room the way you left it."
"A mess?"
He smiled again. Damn the beautiful smile of his. "Of course."
I took my things upstairs and lay down on my bed. It was still soft and my room was still left in chaos. Clothes everywhere. I still had papers stacked in the corners. The only difference was it wasn't dusty and smelled nice.
There was a knock at the door. I didn't need to ask who it was and simply said come in. He opened the door wearing a tight black shirt and tan pants. He had to be close to 50 but I still thought he was very attractive. Why hadn't noticed what he was wearing when he opened the door? It didn't matter. He was in my room looking at me with that handsome face of his while I lay on my bed fantasizing about him in the shower with me. My pants were beginning to get really uncomfortable. I should of known I would never be his. His voice brought me back to reality.
"Harry are you hungry?"
"Yeah" I wanted to add 'for you yes'
"Well in the past 5 years I have learned how to cook."
"Really?"
"We won't have to live on Poptarts anymore." He said.
"Good the both of us are skinny as it is."
We both laughed. I began to wonder why I had ever left this man. His voice gave me chills all the way down to my spine. The way he licked his dry lips looked very suggestive to me in my current state of mind. I watched as his tongue played with the bottom half of his thin red lips. I began to wonder what his tongue would feel like playing with mine and...
"Harry? Is there anything wrong? Do I have anything on my face?"
"No." I imaged he asked me that right after he had given me head. All I could hope was Sirius hadn't noticed I had said it in a very seductive voice.
"Okay Harry. Dinner should be done in a half an hour. I will call you when it is done." I nodded and watched turn and leave.
I remained still on my bed. How could I be thinking this about Sirius? How come I wanted to fuck my godfather so bad? Maybe it was kinky. Maybe I wanted to be called boy and be with a true man. Or maybe it was the fact he had always been that damn sexy. I didn't know. That's when I began to wonder. How come Sirius wasn't married? Most men his age had grandkids by now. Then again he was a supposed mass murder. That would have made it a bit hard to find a wife. Another thing was on my mind. He must of known that I would be coming back to him. Or else he could have changed my room into another storage room. At least he would have gotten rid of my stuff. Was Sirius hoping I would come back to him? Oh I had to know. I heard that sexy voice call me down for dinner.
I walked down into the kitchen. He had his back to me. I couldn't help but look at his firm, tight ass of my godfather. He turned around all too quickly for me to thoroughly enjoy it.
"Uh Harry? Aren't you going to sit down?"
I was back into reality. "Yeah. It's just I thought I saw a mouse."
"Oh those things are all over the place."
I sat in front of him wanting to gaze in those blue eyes of his. I made sure I brushed his knee with my hand as I sat down. I hoped he wouldn't notice. He didn't.
"Sorry that all I have is leftovers. It is hard to eat all this food when you are the only one who lives here." He pushed a bowl of soup in my place.
"That's okay. It beats eating cold pizza and Burger King."
He chuckled softly. Then he did the horrible most arousing thing. He began to blow on his hot soup. I watched as he began to blow. His lips made a small O and watched as he put the spoon in his mouth. I didn't see the spoon go into his mouth. All I saw was my cock going in and disappearing into Sirius's mouth.
"Harry? Is everything alright?"
"Yeah." I lied. All I hoped was he wouldn't look under the table and see the bulge in my pants. He smiled and chuckled again as he looked at me. "You've changed." He said
"I have?" I asked.
"Blonde Harry?"
"Oh that." I replied running a hand through my hair.
"Are there any piercings or tattoos I should know about?" He asked jokingly.
Well the only way he was going to see them was if he decided to pull my pants out and whip out
my cock so I just answered no.
He shrugged it of and began to eat again. I began to only pick at my food. I was having an erection and the only person who could fix it wouldn't. Then I realized I needed to know if Sirius was still seeing anyone. If not then maybe he would be able to see me more than just his godson.
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
Sirius shifted uneasily in his chair. "No. Why do you ask?"
"Just wondering if I would have to sleep downstairs tonight."
"Well to tell the truth Harry I haven't had a girlfriend since you left."
I couldn't believe my ears. Was Sirius in love with me and is only now able to work out his feelings for me? I had to test. I had to know if Sirius would accept me. So I asked him another question.
"What about boyfriends?'
Sirius bit his lower lip. He didn't even look me in the eyes. He began to laugh uneasily. "You're joking right Harry?"
"No Sirius. Are you possibly gay?"
He couldn't even answer me in the eye when he said no. He got up from the table and went to do the dinner dishes.
That was enough proof for me to commence onto the second stage of my test. As of that moment I had a feeling Sirius wasn't being truthful with me. So I finished my supper and walked over to the sink where his back was turned to me. Thank goodness he was turned away from me or else we would have seen my erection. I was very quiet as I set my bowl in the sink very gently. I stood behind him watching only for a few seconds. Then I came to the conclusion 'I'm Harry Potter and I should always get what I want.' I had grown since I was a teenager and I was about as tall as he was. So I put my hand on his shoulder and my hand began to stoke his arm. I had waited 9 long years to do this and here I was stroking his arm. He didn't stop what he was doing. I began to pull myself closer to Sirius until my cock was directly in the middle of his lower back.
"Do you feel that? That's cause I want you. My dick doesn't lie."
"Harry?"
"I forgot to mention. I am gay. I have been for a while now. Almost all while you were the only man I thought about and still do now."
He dropped what he was washing in the sink. That was the reaction I wanted. I laughed softly.
"It seems to me that you might want me too."
"I wanted to tell you Harry, it is I just didn't want you to think I was-"
With my free hand I pulled him to face me. This was the moment. My boyhood fantasies were about to become a reality. I leaned in and kissed him. The pressure his lips were giving me told me he wanted me to do more. I began to part my lips. He did the same. My tongue began to explore all there was to his mouth. I was moaning and he began to moan someone's name I knew it was not my own. I pulled back. His eyes had a misty look to them. Then he said the name again.
"James..."
I was hurt it was my father he wanted not me. I looked at him once more and couldn't stand the look he was giving me. So I ran. Not knowing where I would end up. I also didn't care I just couldn't stay there with Sirius never wanting to look back.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, unfortunately, or if I did there would be a magical bunny that would be called Malfoy and anyway I don't wanna be sued. Just enjoy! Summary: A first person point of view from Harry about being gay and wanting his godfather.
People change. I am no exception. At 13, I never would of guess I would find myself in a band and a pro Qudditch player. It seems a little farfetched doesn't it? Harry Potter more of a celebrity than I was at birth. And above all, I am gay. Yes I Harry Potter am gay. I think I realized it when I was 14 and right after a Qudditch match I watched Oliver Wood take a shower. I didn't mean to. I just walked in on him. The fact that I got an erection from just watching him wash himself should have been my first hint. The second hint should have been when I would think of my own godfather Sirius in the shower while stroking myself. But no one expects the golden Gryffindor to be gay. Not one time did I act upon my impulses. Well, except the time Malfoy came on to me and I kissed him. That was bad. I am glad he didn't tell anyone. Probably because he had enjoyed it too. I never thought I would be able to find love. No man, but many girls, would want to be Mr. Harry Potter. At least I didn't think so. I at 15 had a very unusual crush on my dad's best friend. There were times when we were alone in, which I wanted to climb on top of him and rape him again and again. My everything evolved around him. When I thought he was gone I cried and even thought of killing myself. But I knew Sirius wanted me to live and be happy. I vowed to myself that I would never ever love again. Not even pretend to love someone. So I broke with Cho. I started to date her in hopes that she could change me to be straight. It didn't work. Even though I doubt it would of. I broke her heart. Oh well. It was better than pretending I actually liked her and as she gave me head I thought of Sirius. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't help myself.
Time went by. My friends noticed I had lost interest in almost everything. Even my beloved Qudditch and didn't really care about my friends. My schoolwork was also neglected more than before. I didn't even care when Malfoy insulted me. Or that Snape was yet again picking on me. I was a heartbroken boy. Nothing else mattered. I went on this way for the longest time. I didn't notice that something was wrong with the world around me. On night as I wallowed in self-pity for the third time that week, I was captured by Death Eaters. They planned to kill me but I convinced Voldemort to face me himself. Only a simple contest to see who was the better wizard. It was also a diversion. I had a better chance of living if I faced him myself than being murdered by some Death Eaters. So it was Voldemort and I. No one else was there. Little did I know almost the whole wizarding community had come to rescue me. I was so scared. Nothing could have prepared me for this moment that I would stand in front of him wishing him dead for killing my parents. I almost didn't have the guts to kill him. He told me the story about my parents and how they tried to protect me but in the end, as he pointed out to several times, but failed. I was in tears by the time he began to mock my mother. So I was extremely angry so I lifted up my wand and said the curse "Avada Kevadara." Not just for revenge for myself. I also did it for he killing my mum and dad forcing me to spend 17 years of hell with the Dursley's. I did it for Sirius the only person I had loved and all of Voldemort's other victims.
I watched the green light hit him square in the chest and he fell and turned to ash. I don't remember much after that. The power of the spell tired me out so I collapsed and the last thing I remembered was Lupin saying my name. I woke up in the hospital wing with someone asleep next to me. I couldn't tell who it was only because it was in the middle of the night and I didn't have my glasses. I could tell it was a male. But it wasn't Ron. It was a man. So I figured it was Lupin. And I went back to sleep. I woke up the next morning to find me surrounded by people. Everyone was cheering that I was alive. Hermonie was kissing me. And Ron kept on slapping my back. I asked for my glasses. I put them on and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. I rubbed my eyes making sure I wasn't imaging things.
"Sirius? Are...Is...Are...is that you?"
He nodded. "I am here Harry." He looked just like he did when he escaped from Azkaban. His face was sunken in and he was pale. His hair was washed and brushed. It looked the same except for the gray hairs beginning at his temple. I began to cry. My love was alive. I would never have to see the Dursley's again. Voldemort was gone and I was free to live with Sirius even if it was only for a few months. Dumbledore tried to explain to me what was going on but I was too distracted with Sirius. He was alive and that's all that mattered. Dumbledore said Sirius's name and caught my attention.
"Remember when he fell into the curtain?" " Yes"
"It turns out that was the Death Eater's plan to trap the Sirius in the curtain and then retrieve him and take him prisoner."
"Yeah. Living like an animal in bloody cage for these 2 years. I was about ready to go insane. Thanks to you Harry I am free. With the confession from Pettigrew, I am now a free man to take care of you just like I always wanted to. Won't it be great? Living with me?" Sirius said.
"Yes. No more Dursley's and I can live as a wizard I born to be." He gave me a smile and I died inside. I hope no one was noticing the bulge that I was beginning to show in the sheets. That night I fell asleep a very happy man. Sirius was alive. Now I could love him. It was the first sense of happiness I felt in almost 2 years.
Sirius stuck around for my graduation and we headed back together to our new home the house of Black. I made sure I got a room close to his so it would be much easier to walk on him. But I found out I could hear him and the girl he just happened to meet in the other room fucking and realized this wasn't the best place to be. I was jealous. I wanted to be his bitch and hear him call my name not Jane or Sarah. The urges the fuck him became so strong. Like one time we were sitting around the breakfast table and he was shirtless. I started to get turned on. At the breakfast table. I tried my best to get rid of it but he was now staring at me and asking if something was wrong. It only made it worse. So I had to excuse myself from the breakfast table and went into the bathroom to fix it. It was a hopeless battle. Sirius was straight and I wasn't. He would never want me.
One day after I realized I couldn't take it anymore I told him was going to play professional Qudditch. He looked at me and smiled. He told me I was welcome with him any time. We had been living together for almost 2 years and I just couldn't take the fact he could never love me more than just a friend or how had put it as his own son. So I left. I made it as a seeker on the British team and we won 3 years of championship titles. That was until I fell off my broom and was deemed unable to play. Sirius was at each game. Cheering me on. Even after my fall he was at the hospitable with me keeping me company and driving me crazy. I was released in the care of Sirius and I found myself back in his house next to his bedroom. I stayed there for another year. I left to pursue a music career. I played lead guitar in a band. Sirius gave me the same damn speech. I said ok and left with my band not to return for another 5 years. The band broke up and I decided I was going home.
At this time I had decided to dye my hair blonde. I also got rid of my glasses and my once scrawny build was now muscular. Also a bunch of rumors had begun to circulate that I was gay. Which wasn't a lie. I was rumored to be dating our band's lead singer. That wasn't true. We just had a little fuck that was heard by the crew and band members. I learned not to have hot erotic gay sex right before a show. Sirius smiled as he opened the door to me.
"How's it going. I heard your band broke up." He said smiling really sexy.
"Yeah. Aren't you going to let me in?"
He stepped aside and l walked into the living room. Nothing had changed. It was obvious that no women had stepped in there since that summer in which I found out about the Order of the Phoenix.
"I left your room the way you left it."
"A mess?"
He smiled again. Damn the beautiful smile of his. "Of course."
I took my things upstairs and lay down on my bed. It was still soft and my room was still left in chaos. Clothes everywhere. I still had papers stacked in the corners. The only difference was it wasn't dusty and smelled nice.
There was a knock at the door. I didn't need to ask who it was and simply said come in. He opened the door wearing a tight black shirt and tan pants. He had to be close to 50 but I still thought he was very attractive. Why hadn't noticed what he was wearing when he opened the door? It didn't matter. He was in my room looking at me with that handsome face of his while I lay on my bed fantasizing about him in the shower with me. My pants were beginning to get really uncomfortable. I should of known I would never be his. His voice brought me back to reality.
"Harry are you hungry?"
"Yeah" I wanted to add 'for you yes'
"Well in the past 5 years I have learned how to cook."
"Really?"
"We won't have to live on Poptarts anymore." He said.
"Good the both of us are skinny as it is."
We both laughed. I began to wonder why I had ever left this man. His voice gave me chills all the way down to my spine. The way he licked his dry lips looked very suggestive to me in my current state of mind. I watched as his tongue played with the bottom half of his thin red lips. I began to wonder what his tongue would feel like playing with mine and...
"Harry? Is there anything wrong? Do I have anything on my face?"
"No." I imaged he asked me that right after he had given me head. All I could hope was Sirius hadn't noticed I had said it in a very seductive voice.
"Okay Harry. Dinner should be done in a half an hour. I will call you when it is done." I nodded and watched turn and leave.
I remained still on my bed. How could I be thinking this about Sirius? How come I wanted to fuck my godfather so bad? Maybe it was kinky. Maybe I wanted to be called boy and be with a true man. Or maybe it was the fact he had always been that damn sexy. I didn't know. That's when I began to wonder. How come Sirius wasn't married? Most men his age had grandkids by now. Then again he was a supposed mass murder. That would have made it a bit hard to find a wife. Another thing was on my mind. He must of known that I would be coming back to him. Or else he could have changed my room into another storage room. At least he would have gotten rid of my stuff. Was Sirius hoping I would come back to him? Oh I had to know. I heard that sexy voice call me down for dinner.
I walked down into the kitchen. He had his back to me. I couldn't help but look at his firm, tight ass of my godfather. He turned around all too quickly for me to thoroughly enjoy it.
"Uh Harry? Aren't you going to sit down?"
I was back into reality. "Yeah. It's just I thought I saw a mouse."
"Oh those things are all over the place."
I sat in front of him wanting to gaze in those blue eyes of his. I made sure I brushed his knee with my hand as I sat down. I hoped he wouldn't notice. He didn't.
"Sorry that all I have is leftovers. It is hard to eat all this food when you are the only one who lives here." He pushed a bowl of soup in my place.
"That's okay. It beats eating cold pizza and Burger King."
He chuckled softly. Then he did the horrible most arousing thing. He began to blow on his hot soup. I watched as he began to blow. His lips made a small O and watched as he put the spoon in his mouth. I didn't see the spoon go into his mouth. All I saw was my cock going in and disappearing into Sirius's mouth.
"Harry? Is everything alright?"
"Yeah." I lied. All I hoped was he wouldn't look under the table and see the bulge in my pants. He smiled and chuckled again as he looked at me. "You've changed." He said
"I have?" I asked.
"Blonde Harry?"
"Oh that." I replied running a hand through my hair.
"Are there any piercings or tattoos I should know about?" He asked jokingly.
Well the only way he was going to see them was if he decided to pull my pants out and whip out
my cock so I just answered no.
He shrugged it of and began to eat again. I began to only pick at my food. I was having an erection and the only person who could fix it wouldn't. Then I realized I needed to know if Sirius was still seeing anyone. If not then maybe he would be able to see me more than just his godson.
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
Sirius shifted uneasily in his chair. "No. Why do you ask?"
"Just wondering if I would have to sleep downstairs tonight."
"Well to tell the truth Harry I haven't had a girlfriend since you left."
I couldn't believe my ears. Was Sirius in love with me and is only now able to work out his feelings for me? I had to test. I had to know if Sirius would accept me. So I asked him another question.
"What about boyfriends?'
Sirius bit his lower lip. He didn't even look me in the eyes. He began to laugh uneasily. "You're joking right Harry?"
"No Sirius. Are you possibly gay?"
He couldn't even answer me in the eye when he said no. He got up from the table and went to do the dinner dishes.
That was enough proof for me to commence onto the second stage of my test. As of that moment I had a feeling Sirius wasn't being truthful with me. So I finished my supper and walked over to the sink where his back was turned to me. Thank goodness he was turned away from me or else we would have seen my erection. I was very quiet as I set my bowl in the sink very gently. I stood behind him watching only for a few seconds. Then I came to the conclusion 'I'm Harry Potter and I should always get what I want.' I had grown since I was a teenager and I was about as tall as he was. So I put my hand on his shoulder and my hand began to stoke his arm. I had waited 9 long years to do this and here I was stroking his arm. He didn't stop what he was doing. I began to pull myself closer to Sirius until my cock was directly in the middle of his lower back.
"Do you feel that? That's cause I want you. My dick doesn't lie."
"Harry?"
"I forgot to mention. I am gay. I have been for a while now. Almost all while you were the only man I thought about and still do now."
He dropped what he was washing in the sink. That was the reaction I wanted. I laughed softly.
"It seems to me that you might want me too."
"I wanted to tell you Harry, it is I just didn't want you to think I was-"
With my free hand I pulled him to face me. This was the moment. My boyhood fantasies were about to become a reality. I leaned in and kissed him. The pressure his lips were giving me told me he wanted me to do more. I began to part my lips. He did the same. My tongue began to explore all there was to his mouth. I was moaning and he began to moan someone's name I knew it was not my own. I pulled back. His eyes had a misty look to them. Then he said the name again.
"James..."
I was hurt it was my father he wanted not me. I looked at him once more and couldn't stand the look he was giving me. So I ran. Not knowing where I would end up. I also didn't care I just couldn't stay there with Sirius never wanting to look back.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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