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Chapter 7
Title: The Hidden Life
Author: mtranc3
Rating: R
Spoilers: All six books
Summary: Sirius, Lucius, and the secret between. Pairings: Lucius Malfoy/Sirius Black, James Potter/Sirius Black, James Potter/Lily Evans, Severus Snape/Sirius Black
Warnings: Slash, Unbeta'd
Author's notes: One of my favourite pairings in HP fandom is Lucius/Sirius, one that is unfortunately not very popular, so at the lack of related fic I've decided to write Sirius/Lucius myself, to satiate my cravings. It's kind of experimental, because I've only written (and mostly read) Harry/Draco, and I don't really know how exactly it will proceed, but I thought I'd give this partially formed plot-bunny a chance.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, no profit is being made. The title is from a song originally by Bananarama.
Chapter 7: Cruel Summer
20th June 1975
"I will if you go out with me. Go on... go out with me and I'll never lay a wand on old Snivelly again." *
The memory of hearing James utter those words turned Sirius' insides to ice. He was marching down the lawn of the Quidditch pitch, trying to put as much distance as he could between him and other students. He wanted to be left alone for a while, he needed to think.
Of course, he had played it cool and laughed along with the others, but he couldn't deny the relief he had felt when Evans said she'd rather go out with the Squid.
"Bad luck, Prongs" ** was all he replied, not trusting himself not to smirk with glee. And afterwards he had taken it out on Snivellus with that strong Petrificus. Not that he felt sorry for the git.
He gave out a bitter sort of laugh, and sat down in one of the highest seats of the Quidditch stands.
Maybe that's why James was acting odd lately; he had always been a bit of a show-off, in and and out of the Quidditch pitch, but recently he had taken to performing more dangerous and flashy moves, especially near the Gryffindor stands, even when they had been playing against Hufflepuff... and then walking around with that Snitch all the time, showing off his reflexes, being louder around the girls... Sirius wasn't stupid.
And most tale-telling of all, was that what they, he and James had -whatever it was called- had stopped, as abruptly as it had started. James never made a move towards him anymore, or hint at it, or anything like that, and seemed to ignore all the meaningful looks Sirius threw at his direction. James knew what they meant, and the fact that he pretended otherwise, bothered Sirius more than anything else.
And Sirius, was too proud to bring it up, when James clearly preferred to act like it never happened. Instead he made himself look bored and indifferent, and gotten a bit of a reputation for being haughty, and untouchable. At least James always teased him about the girls that apparently were eyeing him all the time, and then despair when he didn't notice.
But Gods, did he miss it, their time together. The feel of that thick, messy hair through his fingers, eyes tightly shut in abandoned pleasure... of a body over him and around him, needing as much as he did.
Sirius was wanking himself raw at these memories and the fact that their 'impromptu' escapades had stopped, didn't lessen the amount of time he spent thinking about it, having bloody flashes of tearing out a Gryffindor tie, in the middle of class.
He sighed, and run a hand through his hair. He couldn't lose his best mate over this, he wouldn't; James, who had said he admired Sirius for running away from his family, who called him a 'brother'. Jamie who covered up for him when a prank went wrong during the first year, and served detention with, and it had been like that ever since.
No, he'd always be beside him, good old Padfoot, and if he knew how James' skin tasted, he'd have to swallow the lump in his throat and smile, because it would only get more difficult from now on.
Two more Owls to go, and then the long summer would start, and he'd have to learn to live with his heart being broken, seeing but not touching, remembering but not having.
TBC
* Taken from 'Harry Potter and The Order Of The Phoenix', by J.K. Rowling, page 570
** Taken from 'Harry Potter and The Order Of The Phoenix', by J.K. Rowling, page 570
Author: mtranc3
Rating: R
Spoilers: All six books
Summary: Sirius, Lucius, and the secret between. Pairings: Lucius Malfoy/Sirius Black, James Potter/Sirius Black, James Potter/Lily Evans, Severus Snape/Sirius Black
Warnings: Slash, Unbeta'd
Author's notes: One of my favourite pairings in HP fandom is Lucius/Sirius, one that is unfortunately not very popular, so at the lack of related fic I've decided to write Sirius/Lucius myself, to satiate my cravings. It's kind of experimental, because I've only written (and mostly read) Harry/Draco, and I don't really know how exactly it will proceed, but I thought I'd give this partially formed plot-bunny a chance.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, no profit is being made. The title is from a song originally by Bananarama.
Chapter 7: Cruel Summer
20th June 1975
"I will if you go out with me. Go on... go out with me and I'll never lay a wand on old Snivelly again." *
The memory of hearing James utter those words turned Sirius' insides to ice. He was marching down the lawn of the Quidditch pitch, trying to put as much distance as he could between him and other students. He wanted to be left alone for a while, he needed to think.
Of course, he had played it cool and laughed along with the others, but he couldn't deny the relief he had felt when Evans said she'd rather go out with the Squid.
"Bad luck, Prongs" ** was all he replied, not trusting himself not to smirk with glee. And afterwards he had taken it out on Snivellus with that strong Petrificus. Not that he felt sorry for the git.
He gave out a bitter sort of laugh, and sat down in one of the highest seats of the Quidditch stands.
Maybe that's why James was acting odd lately; he had always been a bit of a show-off, in and and out of the Quidditch pitch, but recently he had taken to performing more dangerous and flashy moves, especially near the Gryffindor stands, even when they had been playing against Hufflepuff... and then walking around with that Snitch all the time, showing off his reflexes, being louder around the girls... Sirius wasn't stupid.
And most tale-telling of all, was that what they, he and James had -whatever it was called- had stopped, as abruptly as it had started. James never made a move towards him anymore, or hint at it, or anything like that, and seemed to ignore all the meaningful looks Sirius threw at his direction. James knew what they meant, and the fact that he pretended otherwise, bothered Sirius more than anything else.
And Sirius, was too proud to bring it up, when James clearly preferred to act like it never happened. Instead he made himself look bored and indifferent, and gotten a bit of a reputation for being haughty, and untouchable. At least James always teased him about the girls that apparently were eyeing him all the time, and then despair when he didn't notice.
But Gods, did he miss it, their time together. The feel of that thick, messy hair through his fingers, eyes tightly shut in abandoned pleasure... of a body over him and around him, needing as much as he did.
Sirius was wanking himself raw at these memories and the fact that their 'impromptu' escapades had stopped, didn't lessen the amount of time he spent thinking about it, having bloody flashes of tearing out a Gryffindor tie, in the middle of class.
He sighed, and run a hand through his hair. He couldn't lose his best mate over this, he wouldn't; James, who had said he admired Sirius for running away from his family, who called him a 'brother'. Jamie who covered up for him when a prank went wrong during the first year, and served detention with, and it had been like that ever since.
No, he'd always be beside him, good old Padfoot, and if he knew how James' skin tasted, he'd have to swallow the lump in his throat and smile, because it would only get more difficult from now on.
Two more Owls to go, and then the long summer would start, and he'd have to learn to live with his heart being broken, seeing but not touching, remembering but not having.
TBC
* Taken from 'Harry Potter and The Order Of The Phoenix', by J.K. Rowling, page 570
** Taken from 'Harry Potter and The Order Of The Phoenix', by J.K. Rowling, page 570