Autumn

Title : Autumn
Author : Malimillions
Summery: Like a reoccurring nightmare every start of term, T. M. Riddle would come to call; sweeping his young fiancée off his feet and leaving Sirius furious and alone without his best friend by his side. Lusty, jealous Sirius. Giddy schoolgirl! James. M-Preg elements.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Sirus x James (one sided), and T.M. Riddle (a.k.a. Voldemort) x James
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Characters: Sirus Black, James Potter and T.M. Riddle
Disclaimer : I do not own Harry Potter and it’s characters, nor do I make any money off of it or this story.



It was that time of the season again… time when the leaves began to change color, rapidly turning from the fresh pickled greens to bursts of fiery blazes of color before they fell to the ground, the dank and crumpled ash of the flames blown out to leave a brown crinkled mess; the leaves dead.


Autumn nipped at his nose when he crossed the school grounds to classes, whipped his hair around when he flew through grey skies at the Quidditch pitch, and fallen leaves crunched under his feet, the trees all around him left as naked as he was to his annually angry, overly emotional, jealous (but quiet) shit fit as he observed the schoolgirl giddiness James was reduced to when he started to receive love letters. Because it was fall and that meant it was that bloody time of the year again.


The amorous notes for James would arrive once a week by way of carrion birds with red eyes, which often arrived bearing roses of the same shade. The season were rapidly progressing from summer into frosty winter, the chill leaving ghost patterns on the window panes, Jack Frost himself pressing his long face onto the Hogwarts Castle windows, rattling the elves from their chores and whooshing through windows left open for the owls.


The season was rapidly progressing from summer to late autumn, and similar to the change, James G. Potter felt the internal shifts as well. On the outside, his cheeks were rosy, his brown black hair glistening and his coffee fresh eyes glittered. It was that time of the year when his best friend’s hormones made James morph from just plain-Jane, everyday schoolboy handsome to a kind of lovely that only existed in fairy tales.


Given the increase in flowers, candies, incense and other such baubles, his admirer noticed it as well. While the usual hand-written cards (James’s most prized possessions), jewels and silks were kept carefully wrapped up and folded in his clothing trunk, the glittering rubies James’s lover bestowed on him hung over his breast bone on fine strands of gold chain, and no matter how many matching rings he wore, he always made sure that his third finger always remained unadorned and untouched, as if to ensure that his male caller would make no mistake that there were ever any others.


Given the season’s change and the sudden ‘splurge’ in his appeal and the increase in gifts bestowed by admirers, Sirius figured James had to be in heat again.


And it annoyed Sirius Black to no end. Everywhere they went, older male heads would whip around. The younger male professors suddenly stumbled over their words and broke into nervous sweats around his friend, and worse… This was precisely the time of year when he, James’s most devoted admirer; his suitor, would come to call.


Bloody hell, it was enough to rip his heart out. Once a season, James G. Potter would be given explicit off-campus permission, completely unmonitored by any chaperone or teachers or friends. He would be given access to any place in Hogwarts or Hogsmeade of his choice, could expect prompt room service and meals provided in his room at whatever public establishment he chose to stay in free of charge, and of course (all given for his time at the week of his season), the sudden appearance and explicit company of his suitor going along with him.


The attentions of James’s husband to be were usually quiet throughout the entire year, something he knew that James lamented about. But as soon as his friend went into season, the suitor would come to call, appearing at the door step of Dumbledore’s office like a reoccurring nightmare; T. M. Riddle would come to call on the young Potter heir.


“Tom” as James called him, was muscular yet sinewy, smile vicious, eyes blood red and hair somehow darker than Sirius’s own. Perhaps “Suitor” would be the best term for this—this—supposed “fiancée” of James Potter’s.


So every blasted fall, the “suitor” would arrive out of nowhere, his pockets filled with spending loot, the courting of his friend thick and heavy, the romancing the man he had chosen being so thick that Sirius swore he got cavities.

After all, Riddle was of the powerful, nefarious sort, and was completely possessive of his young “bride”.


Sometimes, he’d drop in to sweep Sirius’s best friend away to see faraway magic cities for the day, visiting posh art exhibits, eating at four star restaurants, dropping galleons by the truck load on anything James happened to glance at, and generally courting the hell out of the charmed Gryffindor, all the while handling the young stag like he was made of porcelain and not bone before leading him to their private “suite” in the students prohibited tower of Hogwarts to blissfully fuck for afternoons on end. Even though it was no secret that young James’s friend Sirius got nervous if he was away from his friend James for so long…


Sure, sure, he could imagine it. After all, he had done it so many times before.


The two of them twined together, Riddle dangerously caressing his “hubby” while all James could do was hold on. Slender milk white legs wrapped completely around the warlocks waist and ankles hitched together, his arms looped around broad shoulders, fingers tangled in the even darker locks of his suitor while sharing kisses and tender intimacies while Riddle fucked him long, hard and slow… each bittersweet thrust shaking the bed crazily.

And god, did it hurt. Sirius would be completely abandoned by his best friend; he, his other half, for Christ’s sake, for days on end while James’s suitor took his pleasure. He just couldn’t understand; the two of them were so young, so reckless all the time, and yet his young friend would suddenly outgrew him for one week every year, moonlighting from the former juvenile thrill seeker and prankster the week before into some sort of courted princess.


Moony’s “time of the month” thing, he could deal with…. But not this; not this sudden and total abandonment once a year. Where did the Prongs he knew go? Usually he was chasing boys and girls right along with him, lobbing dung bombs at Serverus Snape and artfully dodging authority. And yet…. Though he himself could barely understand it, his friend was apparently already “mated” for life, as the old books of ancient wizard genealogy put it, and all there was left to be done now was to pick the date of when the formal engagements would be set and the official wedding took place… It was all so incomprehensible to him.


And finally James would appear again, days later after the beau went away on business and the season’s courtship came to an end. Like nothing had happened at all, James would could tipsying back to Gryffindor tower, flushed, sleepy and positively glowing. He would then sleep for the remainder of the day, study up on whatever he missed and return to what Moony called “the reality of suffering in the world of the living”.

And yet the little trophy wife’s best friend was still afraid of commitment, and continued to try on and discard lovers like his housemates changed socks. James would occasionally join his side and hunt for some new, cheap thrill…. But it just wasn’t the same. James had once explained to him that while he was certainly engaged, he wasn’t yet tied, so he could have all the little “pleasures” he wanted before he was wed; in fact, James had chirped, it had been Riddle’s idea for him to do so in the first place. So James kept the occasional “mild obsession” on the side when he felt like it. They were always short and frivolous to James, and did positively nothing to affect his real relationship with “Tommy love”.


Mostly the flings were shallow and short, and left James completely unaffected…. and his unfortunate crush that he’d tossed aside heartbroken. Such was the “untainted” way that the young Potter chased the occasional fancy, all of course under the watchful eye of the pervasive, possessive Riddle.


But hell, snorted Sirius. Riddle himself could do whatever he damned well pleased. It was no matter that he was engaged to the most gorgeous student of the generation, not to mention the fact that the young Potter had proven—and documented in his school files, to be a brilliant young wizard…. Along with the rest of the little rag tag friends of his. Just like Sirius.


But Sirius was handsome, not beautiful. And while he carried the name of a fine family lineage, he was currently thrown out of any chance of being the rightful heir to the estates, so he was single with few options. And he didn’t carry the same trait that James did, which made James the obvious choice for not only female heiresses, but he had the ability to carry and give birth to exceptional, inordinarily magically-gifted children. Sirius simply didn’t have any of that. He was only purely male as the male sex progenitor, and thus was left behind in the dust.


And he was finding it to be very, very lonely without James right by his side.