Caught In The Act!

Victim Seven: Harry Potter.

"Sirius?"

Harry opened the bedroom door and peered inside, but his godfather was nowhere to be found. He sighed and ran a hand through his messy hair. Then something on the bedside cabnet caught his attention.

It was a Pensieve. Harry approached it curiously and gazed at the bright silver substance. He bent so low over the Pensieve that the tip of his nose touched the surface and the room lurched.

Harry felt himself falling head-first into the Pensieve. He landed roughly on his feet and stumbled forwards, landing on a soft bed. He raised his head from the matress and found himself in his own Gryffindor Dormitory.

He looked around and spotted the bed he usually slept in during his time at Hogwarts. Harry felt his heart give a jolt when he spotted a younger Remus Lupin sitting propped against a pillow, reading a book.

Harry was about to approach him when the Dormitory door suddenly opened. Remus looked up and smirked wolfishly. Harry looked around and grinned when he saw Sirius entering the room. His godfather smiled and crossed the room to where Remus seemed to have completely forgotten his book.

What happened next made Harry gasp and trip backwards over his own feet, landing painfully on his rear. Sirius had strode over to Remus and grabbed hold of his face, kissing his ruby-red lips with such passion he almost tore them off. Remus pulled Sirius on top of him and Harry automatically shielded his eyes.

Sirius gave a profound moan. Harry felt all the blood in his body rush to his face and he clutched so tightly at his cheeks that he yelped, feeling his fingers dig painfully into his skin.

Why had Sirius and Remus never told him? He didn't know they were an item! He would far rather hear it from his godfathers mouth than to find out like this...

Harry parted his fingers and he watched as Sirius pulled off his shirt and revealed his toned chest. Remus fiddled with the button the Animagus's pants and pulled them down, revealing boxers that looked like they were about to rip in two under the strain of Sirius's errection.

"It'll be over soon," Harry whispered reasurringly to himself. "Then I can get out of here and just-"

"Oooooh, Remus! Suck me faster, you little whore..."

Harry felt his stomach drop. Oh please, Merlin, anything but this. Harry could do with the sex but he couldn't cope with hearing his godfather and ex-Professor talk dirty to each other.

Sirius let out a strangled cry and a mixture of curses. Harry glanced over at the bed and saw that Remus had his head buried in between Sirius' legs and he was licking a sticky liquid off his thighs. Then Sirius flipped over and trapped Remus beneath him. He smirked devilishly.

"Do you want me to fuck you now?"

"Split me in two, you sexy little slut!"

"I love it when you talk dirty to me, Remus. It makes me want to fuck you even more..."

Harry let out a cry and backed away, stumbling and landing on one of the beds. He picked up a pillow and pressed it hard against his burning face. Then, suddenly, he felt a hand grasp his wrist and he was back in his own time in his godfathers bedroom.

It was Sirius who had pulled him out of the memory. Harry bypassed red and turned a furious shade of scarlet.

"Harry? Are you alright?"

"You had sex in my bed."

Sirius went pale. "What?"

"You had sex with Remus in my bed."

"We never!"

"I just saw you!"

"It was your father's bed at the time!"

Harry just gave Sirius a look of horror before running out of the room. They never spoke about it again, but Harry never had another night of decent sleep in his comfy and soiled Hogwarts bed.