Inamorato

SPECIAL DISCLAIMER FOR THIS CHAPTER! - I do not own anything from Kickass, either the comic or the movie; namely, I do not own Chris Genovese nor do I own Red Mist's hair. I do not make any money from mentioning them.

A/N: Great Gods Almighty! This one took FOREVER! That's because it's nearly 20 pages, handwritten...nearly TRIPLE most of my other chapters. It's...insane, to say the least. Okay so...be sure to read the A/N at the end of the chapter for information on the newest challenge! And be sure to guess! Hope you enjoy...oh, and please brace yourself. Draco/OMC ahead...and Harry/???, but it's a surprise and it's complicated. It's not too heavy, though so...yeah. Oh and SS/??? is briefly mentioned as well...but again, nothing heavy and it's also a surprise too...Harry's reaction is too funny to ruin it!

Oh...and "Memoria" is memory in Latin and "exhibeo" is show in Latin. Please review and remember, e-mails get you alerts to updates! ~ FA

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When Harry woke up on Sunday morning, Draco wasn't in their bed. Harry got up and grabbed a pair of loose-fitting, lightweight cotton pants from his trunk. They were perfect for lounging around in. Harry stuck his head out the door. “Draco?” He called.

When no one replied, Harry walked out into the Common Room and headed straight for the bathroom. Just as he was about to step into it, the portrait opened. Harry paused and cocked his head to the side, wondering if Draco might like to join him in the shower. He grinned a little at the thought of running soap-slicked hands all over the Slytherin's gorgeous body.

Draco stepped into the Common Room and his eyes widened when he saw Harry. His delicious roommate – and lover – was standing confidently on the doorway of the bathroom, completely naked. His golden skin – every inch of it – shimmered and his wings were folded behind him. In his left hand Harry was holding a pair of pants; in his right he had his wand. And all Draco could think about were the people standing behind him.

“Sweet Merlin!” Blaise exclaimed as he finally peeked over Draco's shoulder to see why his friend had stopped. “Damn, Potter! You look...absolutely gorgeous.”

Harry blushed faintly as he realized Draco wasn't alone, but decided that it was high-time the Slytherins – especially Draco – found out that he'd almost been one of the them and why. “Thanks.” Harry smirked and carefully leaned back against the door frame so it was pressed against his spine, between his wing joints. “I know part of it, like the shimmer, is being a Peri, but I trained hard to get the muscle tone and I'm quite proud of how my body looks.”

Pansy giggled and shoved her two best friends into the room, closing the portrait behind her. “I can see why Drake doesn't mind being glued to you all the time.” She smiled warmly at Harry. “Were you getting into or out of the shower?”

“Into.” Harry replied, casually adding. “I stopped when I heard the portrait opening because I was hoping to lure Draco into joining me.” Harry let his face fall, pouting slightly. “I guess that won't happen now.”

“The hell it won't!” Draco protested vehemently. “Pan, Blaise, I love you both. Get out.” Draco stalked towards Harry as he added. “Now.”

Blaise quirked an eyebrow at Pansy. She grinned back. “Very nice work, Harry.” She tilted her head questioningly. “An odd thing for a Lion to do, though, wouldn't you agree, Blaise?”

“Oh yes, quite odd.” Blaise's sharp features made his smile look dangerous. “Tell me, Potter, where did you learn that?”

“No where.” Harry replied, amused that Draco had stopped halfway to him. The blonde was looking between Harry and his friends as though confused.

“Nonsense, Harry.” Pansy put her hands saucily on her hips. “You're a Gryffindor, for Merlin's sake. Someone had to teach you how to be that sly.”

Harry grinned widely. “Nope. I was actually supposed to be a Slytherin, but Draco made such a bad impression on me that I argued with the Hat until it sent me to Gryffindor instead.”

Draco's mouth nearly hit the floor. “The hell you did!” He protested in shock. “No one can argue with the Hat, Harry. It's completely impartial and puts you where it wants, regardless of your feelings!”

“Obviously that's not true.” Harry pointed out, folding his arms defiantly over his chest. “It told me all this crap about me being loyal and hardworking but not a Hufflepuff and then about how I had a great mind but Ravenclaw wasn't for me. Then it said I had a 'thirst to prove myself' and I started mentally chanting 'Not Slytherin. Not Slytherin.' and the Hat was all 'Slytherin would help you' and started telling me I'd do well there.”

“But it didn't place you there.” Pansy pointed out. “If it had really wanted you there, it would have.”

Harry shook his head. “No, I kept saying 'Not Slytherin.' and it told me if I was sure not Slytherin, then I'd better be in Gryffindor and announced it.”

Blaise was frowning. “But why would the Hat listen to you and not to anyone else? I was mentally pushing for Ravenclaw and the Hat told me I'd do better in Slytherin and that was that.”

Harry shrugged. “I dunno, but it Second Year I was in the Headmaster's office and I put the Hat on again and it said “I stand by what I said before. You would have done well in Slytherin.” and I got mad and took it off.”

“That's...insane.” Draco stated. “I think you're the only person to argue successfully with the Hat.” He smirked. “You'd have been the best Slytherin ever of you managed that.”

“I am the best Slytherin ever.” Harry stated arrogantly. “I sneaked into Gryffindor, didn't I?” When the other three laughed, Harry grinned and pushed away from the door frame.

He sauntered over to Draco and kissed him, winding his arms around the laughing blonde's neck. Harry pressed his body fully against Draco's, stretching up on his toes to get closer. Draco slid his hands down Harry's back, then grabbed his bare ass firmly. He pulled the smaller boy closer, sliding his tongue into Harry's mouth. Harry whimpered, sucking on Draco's tongue and grinding against him. After a long moment Harry pulled back, panting.

“Spend some time with your friends.” Harry said, his voice soft and breathy. “Because when I get out of the shower, I want you all to myself.”

Draco stood there, stunned – and achingly hard – as Harry walked into the bathroom. He couldn't quite wrap his mind around the sudden change in Harry. Apparently all it took to get the shy boy to come out of his shell was a taste of passion. A wicked grin spread across his face. Draco couldn't wait to teach his Gryffindor all about passion. The sensual, exotic creature that was Harry Potter was all his and he planned to keep it that way.

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As soon as he heard the shower turn off, Draco kicked out Pansy and Blaise. He'd spent the last half-hour explaining to them that no, he and Harry hadn't Bonded, nor had they had sex and that what they had done was between them. Once they were gone, Draco sprawled in one of the leather armchairs, his eyes glued to the bathroom door. When Harry emerged fifteen minutes later, Draco was disappointed to see he had on the blue plaid pants he'd been holding earlier.

Harry walked casually over to Draco and perched on the arm of his chair. The Slytherin was wearing a short-sleeved black button-up and khaki-colored dress pants that were perfectly tailored and snug in all the right places. He'd taken his shoes and socks off and with his hair unstyled and falling rakishly into his eyes, Harry thought he looked charming and sweet. Harry had gotten used to seeing Draco dressed more informally over the last week. It was interesting to see this side of him...relaxed and at ease. It was, in a way, very intimate because Harry knew very few people got to see Draco Malfoy when he wasn't 'perfect' in his appearance. It made Harry feel special.

“So...” Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry. “You wanted to be alone with me. Are you going to tell me why?”

Harry smiled and reached out his hand, lightly tracing the eyebrow Draco had raised. “Well, I was planning on jumping you originally but while I was in the shower I decided I want to continue getting to know you better.”

Draco pouted. “I'd rather you jumped me.” He said sulkily. When Harry just stared at him calmly, he sighed. “Fine. Have it your way. What do you want to know?”

“The same thing I wanted to know last night.” Harry shifted a bit on the arm of the chair. “I want to know who the first guy you were with was.”

“Why?” Draco watched Harry shift around on the arm of the chair again, wondering what was wrong with the other boy. “Are you okay?”

“Hmmm?” Harry sighed. “Oh, yeah, I'm fine. My wings just make it hard to get comfortable.” He shifted again, grimacing. “I want to know because...well, because you'll be my first and only lover. So I want to know who your firsts were. They say you never forget your first...that it sticks with you for the rest of your life. I just...I want to know what - who - I've got to compete with.”

Draco laughed softly. “You don't have to compete with anyone, Harry. You're who I'm with now and, believe me, you're far better than anyone else I've ever been with. But,” He added, seeing Harry was about to protest. “If it means that much to you, I'll show you.”

“Show me?” Harry cocked his head to the side. “Show me how? Like in a Pensieve?” He squirmed again.

“Sort of. And for the love of Merlin, Harry, come here!” The Slytherin dragged Harry off the arm of the chair and onto the chair with him.

Harry was now stretched sideways across Draco's lap. His mid-back rested against the left arm of the chair – where he'd been sitting moments before – with his wings hanging down over it. His feet were dangling – barely – off the right arm of the chair. With a contented sigh – this was much more comfortable – Harry tipped his head to the right, resting it on Draco's left shoulder. He could get used to cuddling up with his very-own, yummy-smelling – oh, alright; yummy in general – blonde Snake.

“So what's 'sort of' a Pensieve?” The smaller boy asked, snuggling against Draco's chest.

“It's a Projection Spell.” Draco explained, winding his arms around Harry's narrow waist, just enjoying the feeling of having his Gryffindor in his arms. “It shows your memories like a Pensieve does, but it shows them as an image on a screen rather than submerging a person in them.”

“Oh, like a movie! Wicked!” Harry enthused. Seeing the blank look on Draco's face, he said. “Oh, right. It's a Muggle thing. I'll explain it to you someday. I'm just not sure how to right now. So...Projection Spell?”

“Of course. On one condition.” Draco waved his wand and a large white rectangle appeared in the air before the unlit fireplace. “After I show you this, you show me what made you realize you were gay.”

Harry nodded his agreement and Draco touched his wand to his forehead, whispering, “Memoria.” Then he pointed his wand at the scream and said “Exhibeo.” The screen flickered to life much the same way the Marauder's Map did. A splash of color in the center grew and spread, splitting into lines and shading and filling and becoming more colors until a life-sized Draco filled the screen, a bustling street behind him. Harry snuggled against Draco's chest and watched as the scene began to move, while Draco whispered pertinent facts in his ear.

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Draco strolled arrogantly down the busy street. His mother had dragged him to Bath for a month. While not the ideal way to spend half the summer after one's Fifth year, he'd had worse. His mother hadn't been feeling well and, as Witches, Wizards, and Muggles all knew, the sulfur springs in Bath had restorative properties. Only Witches and Wizards, of course, knew that it was because the underground lake that fed the springs was frequented by roosting Phoenixes who cried into the water as a thank you to Merlin, who had protected the cave's entrance to keep the Phoenixes' eggs safe from harm. So despite it being mainly a Muggle tourist trap there was a sufficient Magical Community to keep him amused. For the most part, anyway. After two weeks there, Draco was bored.

He'd spent the morning shopping for Potions' supplies and looking for a birthday present for his mother. He'd finally settled on a large, silver-wrapped citrine crystal pendant on a long silver chain. He was hoping the crystal, combined with another two weeks of taking the waters, would help her feel better. He had had his purchases sent to his hotel suite and was now just wandering aimlessly through the Muggle section of the market district. An antique shop on his left caught his eye. Maybe he could find a pretty trinket box to put the necklace in...it would save him the trouble of wrapping it and would also serve as a second present.

He was pouring over the shelves at the back of the shop when a voice from his right had his head snapping around. “Can I help you find something, Sir?”

The voice was slightly high and breathy and belonged to the most gorgeous boy Draco had ever seen. He had black hair that was cut to about an inch long on the left side and was about three inches long on the right. It had red liberally streaked through it and the longer part was spiked out in a crazy, tousled manner with the very-longest front-part falling down in front of his right eye. His eyes were a gorgeous golden-brown. He was taller than Draco by about two inches and his skin was a pale, creamy color. He was slender but had broad shoulders and well-muscled arms. He looked about Draco's age, maybe a year or two older.

“I'm looking for a small decorative box.” Draco purred, moving a step closer to the other boy. “A gift for my mother. Do you have anything like that?”

“I believe so.” He smiled, an endearing half-smirk. “I'm Chris Genovese, by the way.” He held out his hand to Draco. “I'm pretty sure Dad has a trinket box in the back.”

“Draco Malfoy.” The blond shook Chris's hand, holding it a bit longer than was strictly necessary. “Shall I wait here while you check the back?”

Chris shook his head. “No, you can come with me.” He headed off and Draco followed. “So, Draco, what brings you to my lovely town?”

They passed through a curtained-off doorway and into a back room that was a maze of shelves and furniture. “Mother isn't feeling well, so we came to...”

“To let her take the waters?” Draco nodded. “That makes sense. How long are you staying?” As he talked, Chris began searching one of the shelves.

“Another two weeks.” Draco silently admired Chris's denim-clad ass as he stretched up to reach the back of a high shelf. “Then I have to return to my school.”

Chris turned around holding a green marble box; it was about four-inches by four-inches and about two inches high. “Found it!” He exclaimed, his breathy voice even more-so in his excitement. “You go to a boarding school? Is it one of those all-boys ones? Mine is.”

Draco took the box. It was gorgeous and absolutely perfect for what he needed. “Yes, it's a boarding school but it's actually co-ed. And,” He added, holding out the box. “This is perfect. How much is it and where do I pay?”

Chris took the box and, after taking a step closer, set it on the top of the dresser behind Draco. “We'll go back up front in a minute and you can get the price from my sister and pay then.”

Draco arched one aristocratic eyebrow. “Oh? And what, pray tell, will we be doing during that minute?”

“That would depend on how you react to this.” Chris grabbed Draco's hips and pulled the blonde up against him.

Draco wound his arms around the slightly taller boy's neck and pressed the length of his body against him. “What does this reaction get me?”

Rather than answer, Chris slanted his mouth over Draco's, thrusting his tongue into Draco's mouth. Draco whimpered and kissed back, rubbing his tongue eagerly against the other boy's. After a few minutes of kissing, Chris pulled away. He grabbed Draco's hands and tugged him further into the back room, leading him over to an old writing desk. Draco looked at the desk, looked at Chris, looked at the desk, looked at Chris, and then quirked an eyebrow.

“Dare I ask?” Draco queried in a husky murmur.

Chris gave that crooked little half-smirk again and said, his voice low and deep and enticingly breathy. “I want to bend you over this desk, Draco. If you'll let me.”

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Harry blinked in surprise as the scene started skipping. There was Draco, naked and bent over the desk as the gorgeous Chris pounding into him. Then Draco walking up the street, holding the trinket box and looking decidedly well-fucked. Then the two boys together in various places and situations in rapid-succession. In Draco's hotel suite, wrapped around each other on the bed. Near the springs, having a picnic. In a fancy restaurant, eating a romantic dinner. Swimming in the hotel pool, then making out in the water. And, finally, Draco and Chris sharing a long, tender kiss before Chris watched wistfully as Draco climbed into a limo beside Narcissa and drove away.

The scene faded slowly and Harry sighed. “So did you ever see him again?”

“No.” Draco smiled fondly – and a bit sadly – at the memories. “Chris was a Muggle. It...it would never have worked out. But he was sweet and funny and smart. It was nice while it lasted.”

Harry was stunned. “A Muggle?” He couldn't seem to wrap his mind around that fact. “Draco Malfoy slept with...no, correction, had a summer romance with a Muggle?”

Draco scowled. “So?” He glared hotly at Harry. “I've told you before, Harry; I'm not my father. I've got my own opinions on things. I just spouted off all the crap Father told me because it's what was expected of me as the Malfoy heir.” He gave Harry a pointed stare. “That doesn't mean I actually believe any of it.”

“Right. Of course. Sorry.” Harry smiled sheepishly. “I was just a bit surprised, that's all. So, er...is your mum better now?”

“Not exactly.” Draco smiled wanly and pressed a light kiss to Harry's mouth. “Thank you for asking, though.”

“What's wrong with her?” Harry asked curiously. “I mean, has she had a doctor look at her?”

“A doctor?” Draco snickered. “We have Mediwizards, Mediwitches, and Healers, Harry. Not doctors.” He laughed at the annoyed and embarrassed look on Harry's face. “Relax, Potter, I'm teasing. And yes, she's been looked at. Repeatedly.”

Harry frowned. Something about the way Draco said it bothered Harry a great deal. “They don't know what's wrong with her, do they?” Draco merely shook his head. “So then what...I mean, how...?”

“Sev just keeps feeding her potions. He tested a bunch of known healing and restorative ones and now he keeps modifying them, trying to find one that will help for more than a week or two. She also bought a small house in Bath, where she stays for a week out of every month because the water really seems to help.”

Harry nodded. “Maybe you should have her drink pure Phoenix tears.,” He suggested, then realized such an obvious solution had probably been done already and felt stupid. “Sorry, Draco. I'm sure you've already tried that.”

Draco was staring at Harry incredulously. “Harry, Phoenixes don't just cry for anyone. It's really rare to get a Phoenix to cry for you. We don't have any way to get pure Phoenix tears. Sev can't even get them for his potions.”

“I can get them.” Harry offered. “Albus has a Phoenix and Fawkes has cried for me in the past. I'm sure I can get him to cry for me again if I explain what it's for...he really likes me.”

Draco blinked slowly. “You would do that? Really? And how did you manage to get a Phoenix to cry?”

“Oh, it was when I got bitten by the Basilisk in Second Year. And of course I'll do this!” Harry hugged Draco. “I would do anything for...” He stopped, frozen. He could tell Draco had stopped breathing. Shit. What now?

“For?” Draco whispered, staring hard at Harry.

Harry shook his head. Draco waited. Harry felt panicky and scared and he didn't know what to do. Except that he was Harry Potter and he couldn't lie. Not about this. “I would do anything for you.” He said softly. “I...I like you a lot. I like you more with everything I learn about you and if this keeps up, I could very easily fall in love with you. And I'm sorry.”

Harry took a deep breath and continued. “I'm sorry because I know we agreed we'd take it slow and I'm sorry because you didn't ask me to love you. But I can't help how I feel and I won't like and when I fall in love with you, I'm going to tell you. I don't expect you to love me back, Draco. Just...try not to break my heart when I give it to you, okay?”

“Um...wow.” Draco blinked slowly, then huffed out a breath. “Okay. I like you Harry. You're funny and fairly intelligent and you're a great person. You can also be sneaky and manipulative and dangerous and I like that, too. But I don't love you.” He touched Harry's cheek lightly. “Honestly, I don't know if I'll ever love you, because I've never been in love with anyone and I don't know if I know how to be.”

Harry bit his lip and nodded slowly, but Draco stopped him by grasping his chin firmly and forcing their eyes to meet. “I'm not saying U won't for sure, Harry, just that I can't promise I will. Either way, I will never lie about it and I will never do anything to hurt you. I really do care about you and I want to see you happy.”

Harry smiled. “I am happy, Draco. I mean, things aren't perfect or anything but they're good. They're really, really good and I'm glad. I'm grateful for the chance to get to know you and I'm glad that I care about you. I'm scared, Draco, because I don't know what's going to happen, but I'm also thrilled that I'm falling in love with you. I've never loved someone this way before and it's new and wonderful and even if it's scary, that's okay and...”

Draco pressed his lips softly to Harry's, stopping his babbling. “As long as you're happy now, lets not worry about tomorrow or the next day or a week from now or next year. Okay?”

“Okay.” Harry smiled shyly up at Draco, a bit embarrassed now that he'd told the other boy how he felt and asked. “So, how do I make this Projection Spell work?”

Draco explained to Harry the mechanics of it and Harry cast it. The image that appeared on the screen was Harry, at age fifteen, standing in front of a wooden door. He was wearing his Gryffindor school robes over jeans and a green sweater. As Harry settled back in, snuggled against Draco's chest again, the scene began to play. Harry whispered some explanations to Draco, just as the blonde had done for him, but less often as Draco knew more background about Harry's scene than Harry had about Draco's.

~*~*~*~*~*

Harry knocked tentatively on the door, nearly jumping out of his skin when Snape flung it open a moment later. “Mr. Potter. You're late.”

“Sorry, Sir.” Harry mumbled, though he knew it wouldn't matter to Snape if he apologized.

“I doubt that.” The professor sneered. Then, without any warning, he raised his wand and said. “Leglimens.”

Harry was overwhelmed, as usual, and Snape began sifting through Harry's memories. One of Sirius from over the summer had Harry getting angry. His time with his godfather was precious to him and he didn't want to listen to Snape mock it. He thought 'Protego!' as hard as he could, throwing all his anger behind it, and pushed back.

Harry found himself in Snape's head and was frozen at the memory he saw. Severus Snape, his teacher, was shirtless, wearing black leather pants, and he was kissing someone. Strong, tanned arms were wrapped around Snape's waist. When Snape pulled back from the kiss, Harry was stunned by the deep, sensual purr he let out as the other person – the other man, Harry realized with a start – began to kiss Snape's pale neck.

Snape let out another purr and the other man chuckled, whispering laughingly. “Really, Snivy? Purring for me?”

Harry mentally face-faulted as Snape pinched the other man's ass and growled. “Call me that again, Black, and you're not getting any.”

Sirius pouted, then nuzzled Snape's neck. “I was just teasing, Sev'rus. You know that.” He looked up at Snape and batted his eyelashes. “You wouldn't really deny me that gorgeous arse, right?”

Snape rolled his eyes. “Of course not, Siri. Although if you don't tell him this summer, I just might.”

Sirius nodded. “I will. I just...I want my pup happy and you two don't get along that well and...” He stopped at Snape's pointed look. “And I'll tell him as soon as he arrives at the house. I promise.”

Harry collapsed to the floor, shaking, as he was shoved from Snape's mind. He blinked up at his Potion's Master, dazed. “You...you were...” He stopped, unable to form the words.

“What did you see?” Snape hissed, furious. “That shield charm kept what you were viewing blocked from me!” Harry swallowed hard as the tall, dangerous wizard loomed over him. “Tell me what you saw!”

Harry moved his mouth, but no words came out. His eyes were glued to the red skin showing just above Snape's high collar...the spot he'd just seen his godfather sucking on. “Sirius...” Harry whispered, his eyes wide and shocked.

Snape stiffened and his sneer deepened. “Oh? And what, pray tell, did you see your precious mutt doing, Potter?” He watched as Harry flinched and snarled. “Something that bad? Was it another of his hilarious pranks with your father?”

Harry winced at the idea of his father being involved with what he'd seen – ewww – and shook his head. “Then what, precisely, did you see, Potter? Snape snarled, still looming over him.

“Sev'rus...” Harry breathed the slightly-slurred first name of his teacher and watched recognition slide onto Snape's face. Harry scrambled quickly to his feet. “I'm sorry. I have to go...” Harry ran out of the classroom, his mind racing. Sirius was gay? And with Snape?”
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The scene skipped ahead to show Harry again. He was still fifteen, but was now wearing a tight black tee-shirt and a black pair of the sleep-pants he favored. He was standing in front of a door again and he had his Invisibility Cloak bunched up in his left hand. He knocked softly on the door and it swung open to reveal Severus Snape again. This time the older man wore only a white button-up dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and black trousers. Without the black robes he wore for classes and meals, he looks more approachable...though only slightly.

“Mr. Potter. It's after midnight. Why are you out of bed?” Snape had one eyebrow raised questioningly and a hint of a sneer tinged his voice.

“I...er...” Harry stuttered, unsure of what to say now that he was standing there.

“Articulate as always, Potter.” Snape purred darkly, his voice low and silky. “Now do you have anything intelligent to say before I take points and assign detention?”

Harry's face flushed at the condescending tone and his hand tightened into a fist around the shimmery material of his cloak. He took a deep breath and awkwardly threw himself forward, wrapping his arms around Snape's neck and clumsily kissing him. Harry was stretched up on his toes and he could feel every muscle in his body protesting as he stretched himself out as tall as he could in order to keep his lips pressed to Snape's.

After a long moment, during which Harry waited to be hexed, he felt Snape's hands at his waist. They slid down and back, cupping his ass and listing him up so he could wrap his legs around Snape's waist. Snape's tongue pushed into his mouth and Harry whimpered softly, dropping his cloak and clinging to Snape's shoulders. The Potions' Master tasted cool and dark and minty and Harry eagerly sucked on his tongue, arching his hips and rocking against Snape.

Snape pulled back from the kiss and licked teasingly at Harry's neck. “Oh, Professor...” Harry moaned.

“Severus.” The older man hissed as he pressed Harry back against a wall. “Though I wouldn't be opposed to hearing you call me 'sir' in that delectable voice.”

“Severus...” Harry gasped as Snape began to rhythmically grind against him, “Oh, please...more, Sir...please...”

Snape growled. “For once, Potter, I'm in agreement with you.”

“Harry.” Harry gasped out before he kissed Snape again. As he nipped Snape's lower lip he whispered. “Call me Harry...”

Snape purred out the name a moment later as he broke the kiss. “Harry...” He dragged his teeth across the sensitive skin of Harry's neck and thrust his hips hard against Harry's, pressing their erections together and leaving them both panting. “Let's take this to my bedroom...”

~*~*~*~*~*~

The scene faded out as Harry nodded vigorously, still in Snape's arms. Harry had stopped narrating when the scene skipped ahead and Draco hadn't been breathing for the last two minutes. “Er, Draco?” Harry asked softly, trying not to laugh. “Are you okay?”

“You had sex with my godfather?” Draco finally asked in a horrified whisper. “I thought you were a virgin!”

Harry laughed – he couldn't help it! “I am! Merlin, Draco, do you really think Snape would have sex with me?”

Draco frowned. “So what are you saying? That you two just did other things, but didn't have sex? That's not much better!” He glared at Harry when the dark-haired boy laughed again. “It's not funny, Potter!”

“I'm sorry.” Harry apologized, still laughing and not sounding sorry at all. “Draco, I was only fifteen during that scene. Not to mention that Snape was – and had been for a long time – involved with my godfather, Sirius Black. Since a few years after graduating Hogwarts, actually, minus the twelve years Siri was in Azkaban of course.”

Harry rubbed the tip of his nose against Draco's and smiled gently. “That whole second part was the dream I had after that Occlumency lesson. I thought you'd realize it was a dream, since Snape didn't have the Dark Mark on his arm...in my head, I can't picture it on him. I guess because I know he's not really one of them.”

“Oh.” Draco's voice was small and embarrassed.

“Yeah, 'oh', Draco.” Harry chuckled again. “I woke up right as Snape was fucking me. And believe me, waking up screaming “Harder, Severus” was not fun for me!”

Draco winced at the mental image. “I'd imagine not. I'm guessing you had a Silencing Charm up?” When Harry nodded, Draco sighed then made a face. He scrunched his nose up and stuck out the tip of his tongue. “Seriously, though, Harry. Sev?”

Harry smiled and nudged Draco lightly with his elbow. “Yes, Draco. Severus Snape is seriously who made me realize I was gay. He's dark and brooding and dangerous and he's got a very sexy voice.” Draco made another face and Harry laughed. “Relax. It was a purely physical attraction. Snape and I didn't get along and I'm over it now, anyway. Besides, he was with Sirius.”

“How did you react to finding that out?” Draco asked. “I mean, once the shock wore off?”

Harry grinned cheekily. “Well, I told Albus I needed to talk to Sirius. I said it was a personal thing and I needed my godfather's advice so he set up a meeting. I told him what I'd seen and Siri explained it to me.”

Harry rested his head on Draco's shoulder as he explained. “Siri told me that they got together right after Snape started spying for Albus. I think Siri said they were twenty or twenty-one.”

“Sev's been a spy that long?” Draco was a bit shocked. “How has he not been caught?”

“He's really good at it.” Harry shrugged. “Anyway, when Siri got out of Azkaban and Snape found out that Siri hadn't betrayed our side to Voldemort, they got back together. Snape had made Siri promise to tell me before I started my sixth year, but thanks to the Occlumency lessons I found out a bit early. Which I guess worked out because I always worried about Siri being lonely and he didn't make it to that summer so I never would have known how much he loved Snape otherwise.”

Draco hugged Harry gently. “I'm sorry. I didn't realize Sirius Black was that close to you. I mean, I know you said he was your godfather but you hadn't really known him that long and I didn't realize..but then, in that memory he called you his pup...”

Harry nodded, blinking back tears. “He was an Animagi. A big, black dog. 'Pup' was his nickname for me. He wanted to adopt me. Actually, he wanted him and Snape to adopt me. I never got a chance to tell him that yes, if it were possible, I'd be okay with that.”

“Wow.” Draco kissed Harry's cheek lightly. “You want to know something interesting?” When Harry nodded, the blonde said. “Sev's Patronus is a dog.” When Harry's eyes widened, he continued. “A big dog. You could probably ride it. Shaggy fur, a long whip of a tail...”

“That's Sirius.” Harry smiled, a blindingly gorgeous, happy smile. “A part of me was always afraid Snape didn't really love Sirius back. He just always seemed so cold, even after I knew. I guess he's just not big on PDA.”

“PDA?” Draco asked.

“Public Displays of Affection.” Harry explained.

“Ah.” Draco nodded. “Yeah, no. Sev isn't big on that sort of thing. He considers it a blatant display of a lack of self control.” Draco kissed the tip of Harry's nose lightly. “I, however, disagree.”

Harry grinned and kissed Draco's mouth softly. “I'm glad.”

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A/N: w00t! That took FOREVER to write and type. And it's WAY freakin' long, so no complaints, okay? Did you like it? Were you surprised? I hope so! I was, because originally Narcissa wasn't sick! Um...I started writing Ch. 19 and some more random shit sort of happened...so, yeah...no being mad if some crazy stuff happens soon, okay?

Hope you enjoyed this chapter; please review and let me know what you think of everything that's happened! ~ FA