A Godfather's Love (aka The Other Side of the Coin)

5 -- A Confrontation, Two Interludes, and a Nightmare

Once they were back at Grimmauld Place, Ginny almost immediately confronted Harry about his tryst with Sirius. "What happened between you that took this long?" she demanded.

"Nothing that affects our relationship, I assure you," he declared.

Ginny almost visibly bristled. If she'd had her wand, it would have been pointing at him, and she would have been preparing to hex him, even as much as she loved him. "How can you say that? How can you possibly claim to love me if you're willing to do what Sirius wants of you? How can you expect me to stand idly by while you shag him? How can I let you touch me, knowing you're likely thinking of how his lips or hands felt instead of mine, much less how his body felt rather than mine? I can fight a female rival, but this is beyond my ability to fight, much less fathom."

"I'm sorry if this upsets you, Gin, but you're just going to have to learn to deal with it. Sirius loves me too, just as much as you do--and I cannot deny him any more than I could ever deny you." Before she could protest further and was able to stop him, Harry gathered her into his arms and snogged her within an inch of her life. She struggled to get away at first, but Harry simply tightened his embrace and deepened his kiss until her struggles ceased and she began to respond to him.

For a long time they simply stood there in each other's arms, kissing deeply, then he scooped her up in his arms as though she weighed nothing and carried her into her room, muttering a Locking Charm in the direction of the door and a Silencing Charm soon after that. He then carried her to bed and proceeded to show her that whatever his feelings were for Sirius, his feelings for her had neither died nor changed in any way ... and be damned the fact they were not yet married. They would be, soon enough. Once they were, nothing and no one would be able to stop them from being together -- not Voldemort's evil, anyone else's opinion of the latter relationship (or the former, for that matter), not even Sirius's love. Nothing and no one, now or ever. Even at that, much the same could be said for the love between Sirius and Harry.

At one point, Hermione happened to be passing by Sirius's room and caught him and Harry passionately snogging, soft moans of pleasure escaping their lips as hands roamed deliciously over the other's body. At one point, they pressed the other's arousal close against their own. That was all she saw before the door to Sirius's room inexplicably closed and locked behind the lovers. She could only imagine what Harry's libido must be like if he could shag Ginny one night and Sirius the next, although she forced the unbidden thoughts from her mind before she could dwell on them further. They did not see her, being far too engrossed in each other, but neither did she hear any further noises, of love or otherwise, so she surmised that one of them must have cast both a Silencing and Locking Charm on the door. She met Ron on the way back to her own room, which she presently shared with Ginny (although if Ron had his way, that would soon change). The look on her face was such that he knew what she must have witnessed.

"Did you see Harry? Is he with Sirius?"

Hermione could only nod.

"What did you see? I can tell you saw something, just by the look on your face."

"It's not for me to tell you. That's up to Harry." With that, Hermione entered the room she shared with Ginny and closed the door behind her, casting a Locking Charm so that it wouldn't do him any good to even try to get anything further out of her.

Even so, he doubted that Harry would be any more forthcoming than Hermione had--and he had to admit that in the same situation, he would be unlikely to talk either. In the end, Ron simply returned to his room (the one he ordinarily shared with Harry), but something told him that the latter would not return before morning, if then. If Harry chose to share with him what had happened between him and Sirius, fine. If he didn't, he would respect his friend's privacy. If shagging both Ron's sister and his godfather made Harry happy, that's what mattered, however Ron himself may have felt about it. It was not for him to judge his friend's actions. Harry had had such little happiness in his life; who was he, Ron, to deny it to him, even for a moment? Either now or with Ginny, for that matter? It was Harry's life, and therefore it was up to him as to how he lived it--and no one had the right to claim otherwise.

At this point, Harry was basically his own man, and whatever decisions he happened to make, he should not be made to feel as though he had to justify them. True friends accepted and loved unconditionally, and Ron intended to do his best to do so, just as he was sure that Hermione would. It would just take some getting used to, though--and that wouldn't happen overnight. Just the same, both of them intended to do everything possible to see that the time lapse was as short as possible ... if only for Harry's sake.

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And Ron was right about Harry not returning to their room. Especially after he had had to comfort Sirius after he had experienced a nightmare. He woke himself and Harry up with an inarticulate cry, sitting bolt upright in bed and startling his young godson and lover.

"Padfoot? What's wrong?" Harry sat up and pulled his partner into his arms, stroking his grey-brown hair and gently kissing the top of his head. Sirius held him tightly, as if he were afraid Harry would disappear if he let him go.

"Nightmare," he made himself say. "Your mum and dad. They were berating me for my ... inappropriate feelings for you. They were even ready to hex me. It frightened me so much that it woke me up. Sorry to have disturbed you."

"I couldn't have slept anyway if you weren't all right," the youth declared. "Besides, I think it most likely came from your guilt over feeling as you do about your best friend's son--a friend you thought of as the next thing to a brother. I'm sure they wouldn't really feel that way."

"You really think so?"

"I do, although I can only speculate, never having been able to actually know them except from what you and Moony have told me. I think what would matter most to them is that we were happy together, even if it is at least technically ... inappropriate."

Sirius got misty-eyed with both gratitude and love at the boy's faith in him, moving to kiss him tenderly. "Thank you, mate."

"What's to thank me for? I'm only telling you the truth as I see it."

"That's what I'm thanking you for," came the reply even as desire once again rose in the older man's body. "Harry ..." he whispered in his partner's ear, his breath warming it.

"Yes?" the boy crooned.

"I want you," came the simple statement of fact. "I must ... feel myself inside you again."

Harry did not reply, simply got into what he had learned was Padfoot's favourite position for said act. Sirius made sure to be as slow and loving as he possibly could, holding his young lover's hips firmly yet gently in his hands, the boy kneeling and his deliciously tight bum facing him. He gently parted the sweetly rounded cheeks before him and moved to enter as carefully as possible after using the Lubricus charm. The tightness surrounding him was almost too much for him to bear but at the same time, felt almost too wonderful to be real, and he knew he wanted to remain there as long as he possibly could, if only to feel the incredible ecstasy of intimate connection with his loved one.

It wasn't long before Harry felt himself become painfully aroused, but thankfully Sirius moved to take care of it without his having to mention it. His rough yet gentle hand stroked and caressed both the boy's hard shaft and throbbing balls until Harry once again felt himself nearly ready to come off. Fortunately, it didn't take much longer for Sirius to reach climax, moving faster and faster inside his lover's sweetly tight arse and crying out upon reaching fulfillment.

"Padfoot?"

"Yes?"

"Suck me off," came the soft, almost purring voice of his young lover, still husky with desire. "I can't wait much longer."

"Your wish is my command." Sirius reluctantly withdrew from his favourite spot and moved to his second favourite. After directing Harry to lie on his back with his legs parted, he drew the boy's delicious hardness into his hungry mouth, beginning to gently suck and lick even as he continued to caress his balls. It wasn't long before Harry moaned and writhed beneath his lover, hands holding his head close to keep the incredible sensation of feeling himself in Sirius's mouth coming as long as possible.

"Oh God, oh God ... Sirius ... that feels so wonderful. Never stop. Never ..."

Unfortunately for them both, Harry's state of arousal was such was that only a few minutes passed before he overflowed into his lover's mouth, and Sirius happily took all he had to give. Once the youth had recovered, they had moved into each other's arms again and kissed and caressed for a time. They cuddled together for a while, Harry's head on Sirius's shoulder and his arms locked around his slender waist, when the boy spoke again.

"I assume you know I'll be with Gin tomorrow night."

"I do," Sirius returned quietly. "I'll miss you, of course, but at the same time, I know you love her, too. I'm not about to deny you anything that'll make you happy."

"What did I ever do to deserve a godfather--and lover--like you?"

"You're you, the person you are. That's all that's necessary."

"I'd better get back to my own room now," Harry replied. "It's almost time for breakfast, and I need to get dressed."

"I have a suggestion," Sirius returned as Harry reluctantly extricated himself and sat up on the side of the bed, reaching to the floor for his discarded dressing-gown and once again donning it.

"What is it?" Harry asked even as he took a few steps toward the door after putting on his glasses.

"The next time you stay over, how about bringing a change of clothes with you so you won't have to return to the other room right away?"

Harry nodded and smiled. "I'll think about it--but I can't do it too often. Ron's bound to have plenty of questions as it is."

"You're probably right," Sirius had to agree. "I'd better get up and get dressed myself before Molly starts yelling. See you at breakfast, mate ... then here day after tomorrow, same time." Harry moved to share a quick goodbye kiss with his godfather and lover, then departed back to the room he at least more-or-less shared with Ron.