Sacred is the Windswept Time

Eight: Distracting Sirius

He couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him as he watched the greasy Slytherin approaching the Whomping Willow. He watched as the boy used a long limb to reach the knot in the tree, and then he felt the firm hand on his shoulder. He spun around, his dark blue eyes locking with hazel. He swallowed thickly as he took in the angry expression of his best friend, of the boy he was in love with.

"James?" he whispered.

The boy's eyes narrowed and then his hand snaked along Sirius' neck, his fingers spreading in Sirius' dark silky hair, and he was drawing Sirius' face toward his, until there was barely any space between their lips, and then he shifted and their lips met, a shiver racing up both boys' spines, as Sirius opened his mouth, and the other boy took full advantage of the invitation, hungrily tasting the other boy, until he pulled back, a guilty expression on his face.

Sirius was confused as his blue eyes narrowed on the boy before him, seeing his best friend, and then something happened, almost as though the shifting shadows of the night revealed the true identity of the boy who'd just kissed him. A boy that was most certainly not James Potter. His eyes widened as a scar appeared on the handsome boy's forehead, and the eyes that were hazel only a moment before slowly opened to reveal a fiery emerald gaze.

"Oh Gods! You're not bloody James!" Sirius snarled as he tried to pull away, but Harry's fingers grazing his cheek made him freeze in place.

"And this is wrong," Harry whispered as he withdrew his fingers from Sirius' cheek to run them across his own tingling mouth, and then his green eyes locked with Sirius' blue. "But how can this be wrong?"

Harry then grabbed Sirius' face between his hands and savagely kissed the boy, demanding an answer and getting it as Sirius responded.

Harry's hands then began to work the buttons on Sirius' shirt, and upon growing frustrated simply tore it open, the buttons popping off as the cloth was ripped. Sirius' eyes flew open as Harry pushed him against a tree and pressed against him, the Slytherin's attraction obvious as his arousal collided with Sirius' leg. Sirius groaned as he realized that his body was betraying him as it responded to the boy, his hands snaking into the inky darkness of the boy's silky hair as he tried to devour the boy's mouth, a whimper escaping as Harry drew back so they both could catch a small breath before suffocating.

"Have you ever done this before?" Harry asked, as he took in Sirius' disheveled appearance.

Sirius glared at him, before the realization hit him. Harry wasn't asking if he'd ever had sex, he was asking if he'd ever been with another boy...

"I don't see where that is any of your concern," Sirius replied.

Harry shrugged, "Well I only thought that it was proper to ask as I'm about to shag you senseless, but if you think the question isn't appropriate..."

"You're not doing a bloody thing with me!" Sirius snapped and pushed the boy further away from him.

Harry took a step towards Sirius, his hand finding Sirius' crotch and giving it a little squeeze causing the boy to groan and let his head fall back against the tree. "Your body isn't cooperating with your brain, and I could think of better uses for your mouth, you know."

That served to sober the Gryffindor as his head jerked forward, his eyes wide. Harry smirked. "Thought that might get your attention, Snuffles, now we're both young, reckless, and horny as hell, lets do something about it and get this over with. You want my dad, and you can't have him, so how about settling for me? A good shag might be just what you need to get him out of your head. Isn't that why you've been going through most of the girls in this school? You want to get over him. Well use me."

"Don't expect strings," Sirius said, followed by a long exultation of breath.

Harry snorted and shook his head. "Wouldn't dream of anyone tying you down. Now, have you ever done this before?"

Sirius flushed at Harry's question, and the Slytherin smiled, before answering his own question, "I suppose not, so the polite thing to do would be to take this slowly."

"Since when has there been proper etiquette for shagging?" Sirius snapped.

"Well, if that's how you want it, it might hurt at first, but I can go either way. Make up your mind soon, or I'll make it up for you."

Sirius took a deep breath and paused for a moment to look at the boy that stood before him. How the boy looked so much like James, and yet there were differences, subtle, but there just the same. Seeing something almost challenging in those dangerous green depths, Sirius, as it was in his nature to do, threw caution to the wind, and took the final leap. Consequences be damned, there was always tomorrow for consequences and regrets. Sirius Black, Gryffindor Beater, all around ladies man, wrapped his arms around another boy and plunged into one of the most thorough kisses he'd ever experienced in his life, and beneath their feet the world seemed to shift, as lust, teen angst, and something else tied the two boys together, the rest of the world be damned.

Harry's hands tangled into Sirius' dark hair as he pressed his body against the other boy's. He groaned into Sirius' mouth as he felt the boy's answering arousal. Sirius pulled back and looked into dark green eyes and then his hands were tearing at Harry's shirt, desperate to touch flesh, to taste the salty sweetness of Harry's skin.

Harry grabbed Sirius' hands, careful to note the nervous tension radiating from the boy. Harry sighed and shook his head. "Just because we're both eager, doesn't mean this has to be rushed. We can take things slow."

"Are all Slytherins bloody teases? Now are you going to get dressed or must I strip you myself. If we are going to do this, we might as well get starkers at the very least, don't you think?" Sirius growled and jerked his dark blue shirt over his head, not caring that he'd done more damage to his shirt than Harry had.

Harry's eyes eagerly scanned over the newly revealed flesh, and then his lips were caressing the Gryffindor's throat, down his collarbone, his nose nuzzling the base of Sirius' neck before his lips descended the boy's chest, his tongue flickering out over Sirius' taut nipples, and causing the boy to catch his breath as the breeze followed Harry's tongue, until Harry was licking, nipping and kissing a path down the boy's stomach, his tongue dipping into Sirius' navel, causing a shiver to go up the Gryffindor's spine, and then Harry's hands had unbuckled Sirius' belt, pulling the leather free, before long, nimble fingers worked on the button to Sirius' trousers, and then the trousers and boxers were pooled at the Gryffindor's ankles, and Harry's eyes lifted to Sirius' face as he grinned.

The Slytherin tried not to smirk at the Gryffindor's reaction, as he heard the groan and saw the dark blue eyes flutter shut, as the handsome face lifted to the sky in rapture. He looked up at Sirius, meeting the questioning blue eyes.

"My turn," Harry said, and soon he too was undressed. Sirius swallowed nervously, unsure of how to proceed, before Harry kissed him. Sirius' hand reached down between them and his fingers slowly, tentatively ran down Harry's body, and then Harry surprised him as his hand covered Sirius', and then the Slytherin asked, "Could you trust me from this moment onward?"

Sirius caught up in the moment answered, "Yes, anything, but please..."

Harry guided the Gryffindor to the ground. Sirius lay on his stomach as Harry began to lower himself he leaned down and with Sirius straining to crane his neck over his left shoulder, their lips met, and soon the two were joined, not as two lustful boys, but as newly made lovers...

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Lucius was pacing the Slytherin Common Room, unsure of what to do. Both Harry and Severus had yet to return and he was growing anxious and his curiosity was beyond piqued at this point. He was a Malfoy, dammit, and he was entitled to answers and he wanted answers. He had a right to answers. He'd just pivoted in his frantic pacing, so that he was facing the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room, when Severus strode through the door, looking decidedly winded and more than a little annoyed.

"Sev? What the bloody hell has been going on and where is Granger? You know he threatened to hex me if I tried to follow him to look for you?" Lucius asked in a rush, as he came to a halt a few feet from the dark haired boy.

Severus sighed and rolled his eyes, as if deciding on what was appropriate to tell Lucius without Harry's presence. "Black was attempting to kill me earlier tonight, but somehow Harry knew about it, so he warned me and with Potter we hatched a plan to sort of get back at Black. Potter got a bad hit from the Whomping Willow. He's in the infirmary with a broken arm, though it's probably been mended by now. As for Granger, he's probably confronting Black about now. I'm sure Black heard the commotion when Potter and I were dodging those bloody branches of that murderous tree."

"All right, so why were you even going to that bloody tree?" Lucius lifted an eyebrow and tapped his foot awaiting an explanation.

"Well," Severus began, and then cleared his throat. "I got a note which I thought was from Remus, and it said to meet him at a secret passage located in the tree. I suppose Black was hoping I would be pulverized by the bloody tree or get trapped inside of it."

"All right, so he saved you from one of Black's pranks, and you left him to deal with Black all by himself? Are you mad? Everyone knows how Black is when he's angry and he's bound to be! Harry should have someone there to look out for him. Black can be a tricky one," Lucius said.

"And Harry knows more hexes than even we do, Lucius. I think he can look after himself," Severus retorted.

Lucius rolled his eyes. "He's our friend. It is our duty to look after his best interests. As ambitious and stealthy as we are, when we have friends we are more loyal than Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs combined, though no one outside of our house knows this. He is our friend, there is no one I would trust more at my side in a bad way than you or Granger. Now I won't leave him to deal with Black alone."

Severus shook his head. "Then do as you will. No one's stopping you, but I'm knackered, and if you ask me, Harry's a big boy. He can handle himself. But if you want to go see him get the best of Black, give me the details in the morning. As it is I've had enough of today, putting up with Potter for the last few hours is enough to do anyone in."

"Fine," Lucius said in a clipped tone. "I'll go by myself, just to be sure he's giving Black exactly what he deserves, without any of Black's trickery."

Severus simply looked toward the ceiling, wondering, not for the first time, how Lucius Malfoy could be so thick and stubborn at times, but Lucius would learn. Lucius made a little noise as he walked past Severus and stealthily left the common room after curfew, feeling that the curfew could be damned if he could help a friend and get one over on Sirius Black...

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Lucius heard the voices coming from the bushes nearly ten meters away from the Whomping Willow, he managed to hide in the shadows of the night and using the bushes snuck up on a small clearing surrounded by bushes, small trees, and wild overgrowth. Keeping to the small trees and bushes, he managed to stay hidden, and yet had a full view of what was going on. His eyes widened at the sight of what was happening in the clearing, brightly lit by the full moon.

Swallowing thickly he watched as a very naked Black threw his head back in abandon, and his friend, Harry, gave the boy, no, the Gryffindor, pleasure. Lucius shook his head, blinked rapidly, looked upon the scene again, and then Harry said something as he began to undress.

"My turn."

The two boys were kissing and Harry's fingers were doing something to Black. A lubrication charm was muttered, Black was being lowered to the ground, and then Harry was kissing Black and entering him. The two were joined, and Lucius watched in horrified fascination, oddly shaken by what he was seeing, but unable to turn away as he watched the two boys make love for the first time.

After a while Harry's back was arching, and both were moaning, as they seemed to have reached release together. Then Harry was rolling off of Black, until he was beside the boy, his arms going around Black, and Black's arms were around Harry. And they were holding each other, every now and again, one leaning in for a small chaste kiss, or a stray hand gliding across a hip, arm, stomach or chest.

Lucius remained silent as he watched, and finally he regained the ability to move and ultimately look away. He backed away as silently as possible, but noticed Harry tilt his head so that his ear was facing Lucius' direction. Lucius held his breath, and when Harry shook his head, and returned to nibbling on Black's ear, Lucius slowly released the air from his lungs and continued to back away, until he was a safe distance away and then he ran back toward the castle and did not stop until he'd reached the seventh year Slytherin boys' dormitory, and was safely in his bed, all his clothes still on, his breathing ragged, his mind filled with the images of what he'd just witnessed and the sheets pulled up to his chin, as the mattress trembled along with his body.

As he closed his wide grey eyes and tried to turn on his side, in hopes that he could drift away, he could hear the sounds of Harry and Black together in the clearing, see what they'd been doing in his mind's eye, and groaning as he turned back over onto his back, realized that sleep would not come to him any time soon.

And like clockwork the wheels in his mind began to turn, and he realized that he could use this newfound knowledge of what was between Black and Harry to his advantage. After all there was a certain someone that he'd had his eye on for the last year or so. She was a beautiful specimen of a girl, long blond hair, bright, rich blue eyes, a lovely slim body, with soft curves in just the right places. She was a beautiful girl, rumored to be cool around boys, and only warm and welcoming to her friends and family. Oddly enough the girl was a Gryffindor, which highly disappointed her family. The only reason Lucius had yet to pursue the girl was because of one of her cousins. It seemed that Narcissa Black was the favorite cousin of Sirius Black, as she and he were only a month apart and had grown up together since they were very young until they'd reached Hogwarts.

Lucius could entice Harry into introducing him to the lovely Gryffindor, by discreetly bringing up what he knew of certain physical relationships between Harry and Gryffindor's star beater, and perhaps his knowledge could go as far as to keep the Gryffindor beater in line. Friendship was about loyalty, but in his heart of hearts Lucius was a Slytherin, and Slytherins went about getting their way in the sneakiest ways possible. Harry, being a Slytherin himself, would understand and be forgiving about a little "blackmail" between friends. Any Slytherin would understand considering the circumstances and the knowledge in question. It was just a small test of their growing friendship. Ultimately Harry would know that Lucius really wouldn't tell anyone about what he'd seen...