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

11 -- A Dream Come True ... Almost

And Sirius got his wish, too--but it didn't happen as soon as he would have liked, not by a long shot. As it turned out, the very next day began the last-minute rush to get everything ready for the wedding--the cake, the flowers, the decorations for both the Burrow and the reception hall, including the hand-picked contact at the Daily Prophet, one Kingsley Shacklebolt, whom all trusted to report the event with no undue sensationalism. They also intended to allow him to choose his own photographer for the pictures to accompany the article; and knowing Kingsley as they did, all concerned were sure it would work out fine. Harry, Ginny and the senior Weasleys, and Sirius (as surrogate father--at least technically) had final refusal rights to everything that was due to be included in the article and wedding photographs.

Things were so rushed and everyone so preoccupied with wedding plans that twelve days went by almost before Harry realised it. Once he did, however, he knew why he had been having erotic dreams about his godfather on and off for the last ten days. As soon as Harry possibly could, which turned out to be the day before the wedding, shortly after he'd arrived back home after getting his tux fitted as comfortably as his growing pregnancy would allow, he intended to make it up to him as best he could.

Harry usually arranged the rendezvous with Sirius for as late as they dared and as soon as they could manage after he could be certain that Ginny had gone to bed and fallen asleep. He'd kissed her goodnight at her door, warning her that due to tradition, which he didn't agree with but was going along with for her sake, he wouldn't be able to see her until the wedding the following day.

It was also fortunate that there was more than one bathroom in the Burrow and that one of them was in the magically enlarged bedroom that once belonged to Fred and George, which was perfect for Harry and Sirius, since it adjoined the actual sleeping area instead of their having to leave the room. This was a most fortuitous occurrence, since it virtually guaranteed that the lovers wouldn't run into Ginny even accidentally. It was still hard for Harry to believe that she had accepted his relationship with Sirius so readily, at least intellectually (or at least she seemed to), but what mattered to him was that she didn't ask a lot of questions as to what went on between them, although he was equally sure that she wanted to. If he'd been in her position, he wouldn't have wanted to know or even imagine what went on between them behind closed doors, so he surmised that that was the main reason why she didn't press him for information.

Either way, he was sure it couldn't be easy for Ginny to share him, but he loved her all the more for doing so and intended to do all he could to show his appreciation in as tangible a manner as possible, both now and during their married life, since he fully intended to discreetly carry on the relationship with Sirius after the wedding. But for the moment, all that mattered to him was loving and being loved by his other lover.

* * * * *

After a tenderly passionate interlude with Sirius in the shower, Harry decided to leave the room for a time to bring back his clothing for the following day, reminding Sirius very much of his original erotic dream involving his young lover. However, he couldn't be anywhere near certain that it would end as the original dream had, even though he intended to basically say the same things he had to Harry in that dream, which had also been set the night before his wedding.

When Harry returned, Sirius had already resolved to do everything he could to discourage Harry from spending the night with him, even as much as he wanted him to stay. Simply judging from reports he had gotten from Harry regarding Ginny's own libido (albeit carefully edited, he was sure), Sirius was sure that the boy would need all the energy he currently had to satisfy his passionate new wife when the time came. If he allowed him to stay, Harry wouldn't have that, and Sirius didn't want to be the one responsible for wrecking his marriage before it had hardly gotten started. Harry had gone back to his and Ron's room to get the necessary clothing for the wedding, intending to dress the next day in the room he shared with Sirius. However, if Sirius could manage it, that wouldn't be the case--at least not tonight.

He pretended to be asleep when the boy came in carrying his tux, including dress robes, shirt, and all the necessary accoutrements. He placed them in the closet and then came toward the bed, already reaching for the sash of his dressing gown, surprised to see that Sirius had sat up in bed and held out a hand to stop him. "No, Harry."

"What do you mean, 'no'?"

"Just what I said. It's the night before your wedding. You need your energy for tomorrow night. I can go without shagging if necessary."

"No, you can't," Harry retorted. "I know you better than that. Besides, I'm too keyed up to sleep. Our shagging would tire me out so I can sleep."

"You have better things to concern yourself with, Harry. I'll manage, as I said. I've done it before."

"Bloody hell, Padfoot, stop playing martyr and admit that you want me," Harry shot back indignantly.

"That's beside the point," Sirius countered. "I can't spoil you for your future wife."

"If you don't let me stay, I'll just go back to the room I ostensibly share with Ron and wank off, then call your name as I come so he can hear me ... and that always drove him crazy when I did that in our dorm room at school practically the whole time I was first dating Ginny, calling her name in my sleep."

"Harry, don't be childish. You know I'm right. You must save yourself for your bride. She's waited a long time for you."

Harry's eyes took on a hard glitter as he again reached for the sash of his dressing gown, intending to shrug it off. If he did that, he was sure that Padfoot would be unable to resist him. He knew all too well how his godfather enjoyed seeing him naked.

"You certainly enjoy being stubborn, that's for sure. Well, I think I know a way to make you change your mind."

"No, Harry!" Sirius bit out. "If you don't leave right now, I swear in Merlin's name that I'll hex you!"

"You're serious," the boy finally said, incredulous but finally getting the message.

"Damn bloody right I am, mate. Now go to bed and get some sleep. I also suggest you dress in Ron's room in the morning. I'll come get you when it's time for the wedding." Sirius pointed a hand to the closet door, which opened with a creak. Harry's wedding finery then lifted itself off the closet pole and back into his arms. "Now get out of here. I need to get some sleep, too. Good night."

With that, Sirius pulled the covers over himself, turned over and went to sleep, leaving Harry standing there, undecided as to what to do next for the ensuing five minutes, then he sighed and turned around, finally obeying Sirius's orders and returning to his and Ron's room. Fortunately, his friend was already dead to the world by the time Harry returned and got into bed. No doubt there would be questions in the morning, since he had already told Ron he would be with Sirius, but Harry fully intended to have the answers by the time said questions came up. Strangely enough, Sirius was right about him needing his sleep. Within half an hour after returning to his and Ron's room, Harry was deeply asleep and stayed that way until morning.

* * * * *

It had been the hardest thing Sirius had ever done, sending Harry away, but he knew it was for the boy's ultimate good as well as the potential longevity of his upcoming marriage. There had been many times he had been obliged to remain celibate for long periods of time--his time in Azkaban was a case in point. Although certain other prisoners had tried, a few gratuitous wandless, nonverbal hexes in their direction, directed to their genitalia, cooled their desire considerably.

He then turned into his dog form so the dementors couldn't affect him. Another time he had been celibate was while he was in hiding after escaping from prison, shortly after meeting Harry and becoming emotionally close to him. It had not been easy, that was for sure, but he had managed. If he could do it then, he could do it now--especially if it meant Harry's long-term happiness.

Before settling down for the night, Sirius had made sure to put a Locking Charm on his door to further discourage Harry, at least temporarily. Then he used a spell that simulated a blow job in order to satisfy himself so he could get some sleep. It felt good, but nowhere near the calibre of Harry's delicious mouth pleasuring him. Unfortunately, he would have to forego that pleasure, at least for the next few days. He wouldn't be able to feel of himself inside his young lover's sweet tightness or feel the boy's delicious hardness in his mouth while Harry was on his honeymoon; but with luck, they would be able to resume their relationship upon his return.

One nice thing was the knowledge that he would become a father in a few months. Just thinking of his young lover giving birth to his child made Sirius smile as he took some mild Sleeping Potion and eventually settled into bed, drifting off into romantic yet erotic dreams after setting a mental alarm that would wake him in plenty of time to prepare for the wedding.