A Tale of Two Men

TITLE: A Tale of Two Men

Author: Lady Sirius

Pairing: HP/RW

RATING: NC17

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DISCLAIMER: Of course all rights belong to JK Rowling - I would claim Sirius if I could (but alas this is not meant to be!)

OOTP SPOILERS: Yes there are references, so don’t read if you don’t want to know.

DEDICATION: To my glorious, talented and wondrous inspiration - Gary Oldman


Chapter Seven

All is Fair in Love and War

Harry and Ron arose particularly early on Saturday morning. Harry was on edge and nervous, thinking about his impending visit with his godfather.

“Do you think this would be a good time to tell Sirius about us?” Ron asked, as Harry rolled his eyes and sighed.

Breakfast was done and they were walking together about the school grounds, admiring the colourful silken tents that had sprung up overnight. These displayed the various studies of the students of Hogwarts in assorted games, as well as tempting morsels for the tummy.

At the potions booth, the object was to choose from among a number of assorted vials the proper ingredients to make the selected potion. If the improper ingredients were chosen, an unpleasant side effect would occur. At the DADA tent, students were allowed to take turns with the Boggart, practicing the Riddikulus spells (most of which seemed to involve the leaavouavourite professors in outlandish attire). At other booths could be found steaming fresh wizard’s cakes, hot and spicy sausage rolls, and fruit smoothies in every imaginable flavour.

It was too early for their meeting with Sirius at the Whomping Willow, but Harry couldn’t seem to calm down. Just as Ron began to enjoy himself at one of the games, Harry would get antsy and drag him off somewhere else. Ron was almost ready to belt him, except that he understood how his lover felt, and managed to keep his usual temper under wraps.

He bought them each a sparkling lime fizzie smoothie which had the most delicious green glow about it as it pulsated through their straws, and they were standing near the smoothie booth drinking them when an unusually flushed Hermione Granger burst upon them, an equally flushed Draco Malfoy in tow.

“Guess what!!” she shrieked at a decibel level calculated to break the strongest glass.

Ron winced, and Harry gathered himself enough to ask, “What?”

Hermione started waving her left hand about in front of the two boys as if it were on fire.

“Are you in pain, ‘mione?” Ron asked helpfully. “You want us to take you to Madame Pomfrey?”

Hermione giggled, exchanging glances with Draco, who actually smiled back at her. “Do you want to tell them?” she asked, but he deferred the honour to her.

“We’re engaged!” she squealed excitedly.

Harry and Ron looked at one another as if they had experienced simultaneous brain freezes. “Come again?” Ron asked, not sure he had heard correctly.

“WE - as in Draco and I - ARE GOING (as in the opposite of having gone, a future event which has not yet occurred) TO GET MARRIED (as in holy wedlock, til death do us part, etcetera, etcetera),” Hermione slowly answered him, as if he were not only hard of hearing, but mentally challenged as well. The blushing witch and her fiancee smiled at one another in the secret language of love.

“Well done!” Ron finally managed to sputter, “I mean, congratulations old gal. Or rather, old chap. I do seem to have it backwards, haven’t it?” But Hermione didn’t mind his faux pas, as she gathered both Ron and Harry to her for a fierce hug.

“Draco just proposed, and I accepted! I’m so happy!” and for a moment it looked as if the usually self-possessed girl was about to cry.

“Congratulation you you both,” Harry added his good wishes. “Have you told your parents yet? What did they say? Oh, sorry, Draco, didn’t mean....” and he trailed off in embarrassment, as he remembered that Draco’s father, the infamous Lucious Malfoy, was a man on the run from the prison of Azkaban, much as his own godfather Sirius Black had been until recently. The old Draouldould have undoubtedly punched Harry out for such an offense, but the newer gentler Draco took it all in stride.

“I understand, Harry, no hard feelings. It just happened, so we haven’t really had a chance to tell anyone, to tell the truth.”

Hermione waved her hand again, and this time they noticed the rather large diamond ring which sat on her engagement finger, sparkling in the bright morniun. un. “We have sent a telegram to my mother and father,” she said. “You two will come to the wedding, won’t you?” She looked at them anxiously as she spoke.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” they replied simultaneously. Hermione and Draco grinned at each other with what Ron thought was a sickly sweet look on their faces, before they came together in a kiss.

“Just a sec, okay, sugar?” Hermione asked, and Draco nodded as she drew Harry and Ron apart from the others, as if through pre-arrangement. “My mom and dad are unable to come right now, so we plan on having a second ceremony later which they can attend, and hopefully Lucius as well. But we want the first ceremony to be here at Hogwarts, because this is where we met, and this place means so much to us.”

“That sounds nice,” Harry said.

“Yes, well, I was wondering, since my dad won’t be here and all for this wedding, do you think.... I mean, is it possible..... do you think that perhaps, if he doesn’t mind, that Sirius might...that he could.... maybe he would agree to walk me down the aisle?”

Harry shrugged. “I can’t speak for him, Hermione, but I am going to see him today, and I will mention it, if you like. Unless you wanted to ask him yourself?”

“I’m not sure when I’ll see him, Harry. That would be marvelous of you, if you don’t mind!” Hermione beamed at him. “Tell him that I would be very honoured indeed, and that I look forward to seeing him to discuss the details, if it is amenable to him.”

“I’ll do that,” Harry agreed. Ron could tell that his partner was anxious to be off again, and tried to forestall the appearance of rudeness by interjecting, “Excuse us, Hermione, we need to do something before we meet Sirius. Talk to you later, ‘kay? Oh, and good news about the wedding and all that.” He gave her a hasty hug, pumped Draco’s hand a couple of times, and dragged Harry off and out of the sight of the newly engaged couple, who were so engrossed in one her her that they barely noticed.

“Mate, you need to calm down,” he advised Harry, as the young wizard began to pace up and down before him.

“Ron, I can’t help it,” Harry wrung his hands in his most angsty manner. “I just feel like I am going to explode. I’m worried about Sirius and I want to make sure he’s okay, and I would like him to know about us and everything, and I want to get Snape off my back once and for all...”

“Even if it’s on Sirius’ back instead?” Ron grinned.

“If that is what wiake ake Sirius happy, then I guess so,” Harry groaned. “If Sirius is really into men and all, then that’s great, you know that. But couldn’t it be someone other than Severely Snape? Well, I suppose one can’t choose who one is attracted to, but damn!”

Ron took Harry’s hand, entwining their fingers together, and led him away from where the festival was in full swing, away from the people and the noise and confusion, until they were far enough away to not be visible to any of them. He took Harry into his arms and pressed his lips against his, running his tongue over Harry’s lips, tasting him, licking him. He felt Harry shudder in his arms.

“I know just what you need,” Ron proclaimed. He backed Harry up against a nearby tree, and dropped to his knees before him.

“Ron, what in the...” Harry started to ask, but then he felt Ron’s hot breath upon his crotch, and he realized what the other boy was doing. And he couldn’t he ohe objected.

The warmth of Ron’s breath was exciting him, and he felt himself growing hard, as Ron pushed up Harry’s robes and his head disappeared underneath. Harry felt his zipper being pulled down, and out plopped his growing erection into the warmth and security of Ron’s mouth. Harry moaned as Ron began to suck at him, running his tongue up and down his young nearly hairless shaft. He pulled Harry’s cock out of his mouth long enough to rub it against his face, as he cupped and caressed Harry’s testicles. He teased the end of his dick with his tongue, tasting the precum, and proud that he could have this effect on his best friend.

He placed Harry’s member back in his mouth and his tongue did slow swirls up and down the shaft, alternating between quick thrusts and long slow ones, driving Harry crazy with desire. If he had time, he would do more than this, but considering where they were and what they had to do soon, this was the best that he could manage.

He showered the tip of Harry’s penis with kisses and then, making a ring of his fingers around the base of the shaft, he took his other hand, made a fist and began to draw it up and down. Harry shivered with excitement at Ron’s ministrations.

Calculating that he had pushed it about as far as he dared, Ron took Harry into his mouth again, and began to suck him as if he were the straw in the most delicious drink in the world, and Harry’s willpower gave way as he began to empty himself into Ron’s mouth. “Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh,” he pushed his fist in his mouth in order to stifle his ecstatic screams. At last he was done, and Ron reappeared from under his robes, swiping at his mouth with one hand, while licking his lips in a satisfied manner.

“Ron, you are the best,” Harry whispered in Ron’s ear, as he pulled him close and kissed him tenderly.

“No problem, love,” Ron replied, glowing at the words. “I just hope that I helped.”

“Oh, you did, you really did. I feel much better now, thanks to you.”

The two boys embraced. Over Harry’s shoulder, Ron caught a glimpse of his watch. “We better get moving, Harry, if we want to get there on time to meet Sirius.”

Harry took Ron’s hand, and they set off in the direction of the Whomping Willow. Little did they realize that they were being followed, and that their whole performance had in fact been witnessed by none other than Severus Snape, who seemed amused at what he had seen.

“Oh ho, Potter and Weasley,” he muttered to himself, “so that’s how it is, is it? Does Black know this, I wonder? I suspect not. Good to know, good to know.” And he maintained a safe distance from his targets as he knew already where they were heading and whom they were meeting there. And he had every intention of being there himself as well.

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Sirius was waiting for Harry and Ron when they finally arrived at the Whomping Willow, enjoying a butterbeer, and he embraced his godson with great affection, riffling Ron’s red hair and grinning at him. “Thanks for suggesting this, Harry, it was a marvelous idea! I didn’t realize how lonely I’ve been lately, keeping to myself in that nasty old house. So, what do you want to do first? Take on one of the booths, try one of the rides, what?” He looked from one boy to another expectantly.

Harry looked at Ron and Ron looked back at him, and they both looked at Sirius.

“Is something wrong? Is there something going on here that I should know about?” Sirius found himself growing suspicious. “Is Snape giving you trouble again?”

“No, it’s not that,” Harry hastened to assure his godfather.

“No, no, not that,” Ron echoed.

“I wanted a chance to talk to you,” Harry began, falteringly. “I’ve been kindof concerned about you lately. Dobby says that you’re acting rather funny...”

Sirius snorted with contempt. “What does that mismatched house elf know?”

Harry started again. “I was wondering if maybe... perhaps.... uhhh.....” He cast a pleading glance on his mate, and Ron stepped into it with both feet.

“What Harry means is we were wondering if there wasn’t maybe somebody that you fancy... you know, somebody that you’d like to BE with, you know....” Ron left his sentence hanging suggestively, and Sirius couldn’t fail to pick up the connotation.

Sirius tried not to smile at his godson and his best friend. So this was what it was all about, eh? They were trying to fix him up with somebody, perhaps one of the teachers at the school, or some close friend of the Weasleys? How sweet of the boys to think of him and his needs. However, the idea of dating some giggling sweet young thing or some matron with more recipes for chocolate chip cookies than brains just did not appeal to him, although he could not exactly put his finger on just what did. But he decided to humour them. “What did you boys have in mind?”

“Well, actually, we were thinking of Sev...” Ron began, and Harry coughed loudly to cover up any further utterance.

“Ynow,now, Sirius, there are all different kinds of love, and relationships...”

Sirius looked baffled.

“Yeah,” Harry continued, lifting his eyebrows at Ron, “like the love of a mother and child, a brother and sister, two best mates, a godfather and his godson...”

Sirius nodded, still not sure where this was going.

Ron couldn’t leave well enough alone. “Yeah,” he interjected, “like when a man loves a woman, or when a man loves another man, or when....”

Sirius eyebrows shot skyward, as Harry attempted in vain to shush the loudmouthed Weasley. A terrible suspicion began to dawn upon him, and he found himself looking from Harry to Ron and back again. “Is there something you want to tell me, Harry?” he asked his godson, whose face bore a strange resemblance to an overripe tomato. “I mean, I’ll understand if..... if, that is, you..... well, you and Ron.....”

Before Harry could even think of framing a reply, a cold harsh laugh could be heard behind them. They whirled about, and their, to their amazement, stood Snape, cackling.

“Yes indeed, what does your precious godson have to tell you?” he sneered, while his cold dark eyes roamed back and forth between the two embarrassed boys. But out of the corner of his eye, he was watching Sirius, and thinking how desirable he looked, and wondering if....

Sirius drew himself up, approached Snape, circling him warily. Snape found himself wondering what that hard body would look like naked, those muscular legs wound around him, and he cursed himself for even thinking such a thing.

“Are you going to tell your godfather, or shall I?” Snape continued. “I do believe that I am in a position to do so, having witnessed a little something just now that has no other explanation. Or perhaps you had fainted, Potter, and Weasley was giving you mouth to mouth resuscitation? I should point out, however, that the actual point of resuscitation is a bit farther north than the spot which I saw him working on. How do you explain that, hmmm?”

“Sirius...” Harry began to mumble, his expression both forlorn and apprehensive, and in a blinding flash of comprehension, Sirius Black understood all. And of course he didn’t care. In fact, he was rather relieved, for it would make it all the easier to explain to Harry his own sexuality, something that he had been dreading for some time, ever since the lad had entered into puberty. He had feared that someone else would take the task into his own hands, and for just a moment he thought that was what Snape was doing, although wouldn’t that be the pot calling the kettle black?

“Hush, Harry, it’s all right,” Sirius comforted him. “Everything is all right. You don’t have to worry about a thing.” He turned his attention back to Snape, and he saw the expression of naked lust in the potions master’s eyes, and his mind went back to that long-ago night between Padfoot/Sirius and Severus Snape. ‘Hmmmm, I think that dear old Severus has come to renew that peculiar relationship. Do I give him what he has come for, or do I make him work for it?’

Sirius could not deny to himself that he was amenable to the idea of taking Snape on again - the answer to that was only too apparent beneath his robe. But he couldn’t make it too easy for the greasy git. Andcoulcouldn’t have Harry and Ron about, either. If he had looked at them at that moment, he would have noticed that they were astutely watching the two men eye one another, and that now they understood what was probably about to happen, and they wholeheartedly approved.

“Harry...” Sirius began, but his godson was way ahead of him.

“Sirius, Harry and I are going to try our luck at the magic booths. Why don’t you catch up with us when you get a chance? I’m sure you’ll be able to find us, don’t you think, Ron?”

“Absolutely, old chum,” Ron solemnly agreed, but his eyes were dancing with delight at the knowledge that their despised Professor Snape was no better than they were. That he found the allure of another man’s touch just as enticing as they did, even though he worked hard to conceal it. He hoped that Harry’s godfather would give sniveling Severus something to cry about, he truly did.

“Good idea, Harry. I promise that I will meet you later, once I have taken care of this matter,” Sirius assured him.

“No prob,” Harry replied, as Ron took his hand and began to lead him off. He turned back for a moment. “Take your time!” and he and Ron giggled as they disappeared from view in the direction of the festival.

Sirius turned to face Snape, who stood his ground warily. “Now then, ‘Professor’,” he sneered, “where were we? Oh yes, I think you had something you wished to tell me about my godson. Pray continue.”

Snape remained calm on the surface, although inside his heart was beating a mile a minute. He slithered toward Black, and the two men resumed their wary circling about one another. “I think you know what I was about to say, Sirius,” the deceptively calm voice continued, “about your beloved godson and his best friend. Or should I say that Ron Weasley is a bit closer than just a best friend, that they are in fact lovers? Unless, of course, that is YOUR definition of a best friend, you and those pretty ponces, the Marauders? Is that it, Sirius? While the rest of the school was busily engaged in academic pursuits, you and James and Remus and Peter were busy majoring in sucking cock?” He grinned maliciously at his own words.

Sirius refused to be fazed. He looked steadfastly at Severus through the darkest of eyes, eyes which had melted the hearts of many a man and woman in his time, bedroom eyes so intense that they fairly dripped with passion. “Jealous, Severus?” he asked softly. “Wishing that it was your cock that was being sucked, your ass that was being violated in oh-so-many delectable ways?” He ran his tongue about his sensual lips, and Severus could feel his erection straining to be free, and he had to swallow a groan.

“You are totally horrid and despicable!” he hissed agitatedly. Whipping out his wand, he aimed it at the other wizard, muttered, “Hoverus!” and watched in delight as Sirius began to slowly rise upward into the air.

Sirius was not perturbed at this turn of events. He quickly pulled out his own wand, gave the counter charm, and gently returned to earth.

“Tweetiebirdus!” he cried out, and watched in amusement as Severus transformed into a giant yellow canary. The canary warbled angrily, flapping its wings in protest at this treatment. It flew toward Sirius, who ducked his head and evaded its attack easily. “What a comic figure you are, Severus!”

Being a temporary hex, it soon wore off, and Severus found himself in human form once again. He angrily blew off stray yellow feathers, and attempted to regain some semblance of his normal dignity. “Confundo!” he yelled, and was pleased to see the effect this spell had on his opponent - Sirius held his wand before him in a dazed manner, as if he wasn’t sure what do with it, or even who or where he was. Severus smiled to himself.

Coming back to himself, Sirius shook his head to clear it. “Nice, Severus, very nice.”

Severus raised his wand, began to cry, “Expelliarmus,” but Sirius countered him before he could pass the word through his thin lips - “Merlinus merlot!” - and a fountain of dark merlot began to pour from the end of Snape’s wand. Some of the wine spilled backward, and Severus found himself drinking the dark liquid hungrily. Sirius decided that he liked what he saw.

The fountain soon stopped flowing, and Snape was able to incant, “Incendio”, watching with delight as flames flickered all about Sirius, illuminating the other wizard’s immense charms. Severus found himself licking his lips at the sight.

Sirius returned with “Quenchus,” and the flames dissipated. “You should just give up, Severus, old bean. You will never, NEVER, EVER, get the best of Sirius Black.” He drew out the syllables of his name languidly, sensually, inflaming the other man’s desire even more.

“Relashio!” Snape cried hoarsely. From the end of his wand, a jet of fiery sparks shot forth, rushing toward Sirius, who easily eluded them.

“Orchideous!” Sirius snapped, and from the tip of Snape’s wand now bloomed a bright bouquet of flowers - purple pansies. “Time to put an end to this,” Sirius muttered to himself and barked, “Rictusempra!”

At that, Severus Snape fell upon the ground laughing uncontrollably from the effects of the tickling charm. He was unable to draw the breath to utter his next curse, which gave Sirius time to add, “Bondimus.” Magical ropes shot out from Sirius’ wand, and Snape found himself securely bound by them, unable to reach his own wand.

The potions professor finally stopped laughing (although to some his laughter might have resembled more of a growl), and his fury was boundless. “Release me this instant, Sirius Black!” he commanded. “Or you will definitely regret the day that you were born, you miserable cowardly jackanapes!”

Sirius just looked at Snape and shook his head. “No, no, Severus, I don’t think so. I have other plans for you, my dear professor.”

Snape quivered inside at his words, even as he realized that he had never been so turned on in his life, and wanted nothing more than to press his lips against those beautiful sensual lips which were even now taunting him, wanted to feel him inside of him again, Merlin help him. He wanted Sirius to take him in the same way he had taken him all those years ago, and he felt weak at the knowledge.

Whatever happened was beyond his power to change now, for he was completely in Black’s power, a helpless prisoner, and secretly he reveled in the knowledge.