Living Together, Part II [Sirius/Harry]
Title: Living Together, Part II
Author: digthewriter
Table Used: CHAMBER OF SECRETS
Prompt(s) Used: Crying, Prisoner, Eighth Year
Pairing: Sirius/Harry
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~720
Content: [Spoiler (click to open)][Unrequited Sirius/James]
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of JK Rowling and associates. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: Harry decides to take matters into his own hands.
Author's Note: READ PART ONE HERE [Unbetaed]
After the war, living away from Sirius was the hardest for Harry. He'd lost so many people that he cared about because of the war and he'd almost lost Sirius - so many times. Then, when all of his friends were returning to Hogwarts for their Eighth year, Harry almost didn't go.
"You need to do this for yourself," Sirius had told him and Harry had obliged. Because Harry would have done anything Sirius would have told him to do. Kind of like what Sirius would have done for James.
"Are you offering?" Sirius had said.
"What if I was?" Harry answered.
Sirius's eyes widened but then he relaxed. "You're funny, Harry," he said and started to get up off the sofa.
"Sirius. I mean it," Harry said. He did. He meant it so much and he wasn't going to take it back. Maybe, just maybe if he spent the night with Sirius, Harry wouldn't wake up crying from a nightmare again. Nightmares he still had long after the war. "I want it. You want it, too."
"Harr-"
"No. Don't Harry me. I know that I'm not my-" Harry stopped himself. He didn't want to go there. He couldn't.
"How I felt about your dad was very different," Sirius said as if he'd read Harry, as if he'd always been reading Harry.
"And how you feel about me?" Harry couldn't help but ask.
"It's not right," Sirius said and stood up. "I should get back to bed. You should do the same, Harry."
He walked away without a second glance at Harry and Harry sank back into the sofa. How was Harry ever going to get Sirius to want him? Need him the way Harry needed Sirius? Sirius had spent such a long time in Azkaban as a prisoner that he'd started to think of anyone who provided him comfort as the enemy.
Maybe he didn't think of Harry as the enemy, but he surely didn't want him as a lover, either.
Harry finished off the last of his wine and decided to head off to bed, too. He went into the kitchen to drop off the empty wine glasses - Kreacher would take care of the cleaning - he thought about making his move.
Sirius had showed interest in Harry's offer so clearly Harry just had to keep pushing. Sirius would give. Harry was sure of it.
Instead of heading off to his bedroom, Harry went to Sirius's. He stood outside the door and contemplated whether he should just open it or knock. He knocked.
"Yeah?"
"Can I come in?"
"Uh-Of course.
Harry slowly opened the door and found Sirius sitting on his bed with a newspaper. He was wearing his reading glasses and Harry bit his lower lip trying to suppress his smile. He really did have a thing for a man in glasses. Except for his own; he didn't find them particularly flattering. Malfoy always made fun of Harry and his glasses, too. Harry scowled a moment at why he'd just started to think about Draco Malfoy.
"Everything okay?" Sirius asked casually like they hadn't just been talking about sleeping together.
"I-uh-yeah. I just- I wanted to revisit the conversation from downstairs." Harry walked into the room and closed the door behind him (against whom, he had no idea). Maybe he'd lock themselves there then they would be forced to talk about it. Forced to face it.
Sirius put his book aside. He looked like he was contemplating his next set of words. "I won't have sex with you," he said and almost looked shocked at his own declaration.
"Well, the offer was company in bed. You jumped to that conclusion on your own."
Sirius scowled at Harry and then shook his head. "Right. I jumped to that conclusion on my own," he said. He tilted his head and gestured for Harry to come closer.
Harry went around the bed to the other side and got under the covers.
Sirius removed his glass and put the newspaper aside. He lowered the flame in the lamp burning by the bedside and settled into bed. "Well, good night," he said.
"Here's to hoping there will be no nightmares tonight." Harry tried not to show his disappointment in his voice and hoped that he'd succeeded.
Author: digthewriter
Table Used: CHAMBER OF SECRETS
Prompt(s) Used: Crying, Prisoner, Eighth Year
Pairing: Sirius/Harry
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~720
Content: [Spoiler (click to open)][Unrequited Sirius/James]
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of JK Rowling and associates. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: Harry decides to take matters into his own hands.
Author's Note: READ PART ONE HERE [Unbetaed]
After the war, living away from Sirius was the hardest for Harry. He'd lost so many people that he cared about because of the war and he'd almost lost Sirius - so many times. Then, when all of his friends were returning to Hogwarts for their Eighth year, Harry almost didn't go.
"You need to do this for yourself," Sirius had told him and Harry had obliged. Because Harry would have done anything Sirius would have told him to do. Kind of like what Sirius would have done for James.
"Are you offering?" Sirius had said.
"What if I was?" Harry answered.
Sirius's eyes widened but then he relaxed. "You're funny, Harry," he said and started to get up off the sofa.
"Sirius. I mean it," Harry said. He did. He meant it so much and he wasn't going to take it back. Maybe, just maybe if he spent the night with Sirius, Harry wouldn't wake up crying from a nightmare again. Nightmares he still had long after the war. "I want it. You want it, too."
"Harr-"
"No. Don't Harry me. I know that I'm not my-" Harry stopped himself. He didn't want to go there. He couldn't.
"How I felt about your dad was very different," Sirius said as if he'd read Harry, as if he'd always been reading Harry.
"And how you feel about me?" Harry couldn't help but ask.
"It's not right," Sirius said and stood up. "I should get back to bed. You should do the same, Harry."
He walked away without a second glance at Harry and Harry sank back into the sofa. How was Harry ever going to get Sirius to want him? Need him the way Harry needed Sirius? Sirius had spent such a long time in Azkaban as a prisoner that he'd started to think of anyone who provided him comfort as the enemy.
Maybe he didn't think of Harry as the enemy, but he surely didn't want him as a lover, either.
Harry finished off the last of his wine and decided to head off to bed, too. He went into the kitchen to drop off the empty wine glasses - Kreacher would take care of the cleaning - he thought about making his move.
Sirius had showed interest in Harry's offer so clearly Harry just had to keep pushing. Sirius would give. Harry was sure of it.
Instead of heading off to his bedroom, Harry went to Sirius's. He stood outside the door and contemplated whether he should just open it or knock. He knocked.
"Yeah?"
"Can I come in?"
"Uh-Of course.
Harry slowly opened the door and found Sirius sitting on his bed with a newspaper. He was wearing his reading glasses and Harry bit his lower lip trying to suppress his smile. He really did have a thing for a man in glasses. Except for his own; he didn't find them particularly flattering. Malfoy always made fun of Harry and his glasses, too. Harry scowled a moment at why he'd just started to think about Draco Malfoy.
"Everything okay?" Sirius asked casually like they hadn't just been talking about sleeping together.
"I-uh-yeah. I just- I wanted to revisit the conversation from downstairs." Harry walked into the room and closed the door behind him (against whom, he had no idea). Maybe he'd lock themselves there then they would be forced to talk about it. Forced to face it.
Sirius put his book aside. He looked like he was contemplating his next set of words. "I won't have sex with you," he said and almost looked shocked at his own declaration.
"Well, the offer was company in bed. You jumped to that conclusion on your own."
Sirius scowled at Harry and then shook his head. "Right. I jumped to that conclusion on my own," he said. He tilted his head and gestured for Harry to come closer.
Harry went around the bed to the other side and got under the covers.
Sirius removed his glass and put the newspaper aside. He lowered the flame in the lamp burning by the bedside and settled into bed. "Well, good night," he said.
"Here's to hoping there will be no nightmares tonight." Harry tried not to show his disappointment in his voice and hoped that he'd succeeded.