Harry\'s Birthday
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,441
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Harry's Birthday
Title: Harry\'s Birthday
Author: Kitty-Rose (seraphimoftheskies@hotmail.com)
Summary: Harry\'s turns sixteen. SB/HP first time.
Rating: R
Word Count: 876
Authors Notes: This is really four dictionary drabbles put together to make a
story. I\'m thinking of using this drabbly fic as the basis for a new \'proper\'
fic.
One.
A Little Early.
Today was the day that Harry Potter turned sixteen. And today, in a birthday card from Dumbledore, Harry had been told something he’d been eager to hear for some time. He’d always been under the impression that he wasn’t to leave the Dursleys’ until he was of age. Until he was eighteen. But now, in light of recent events concerning Voldemort and the safety of the world, things were slightly different.
There was one other place that Harry was allowed to go. Only one place, but fortunately, that was just the place that Harry wanted to be.
Sirius opened the door, and looked taken aback.
“Surprise,” said Harry. He was grinning. He had a trunk by his side.
“What are you doing here?” A pleasant surprise.
“I’m moving in. If you don’t mind.”
“I thought… Dumbledore said not until yo eig eighteen?”
Harry shrugged. “So what if I’m a little early?”
“So what, indeed.” Sirius held the door wide open, and Harry came in, dragging his trunk behind him.
Two.
A Good Idea.
Sirius had thought that it’d be a good idea for them to spend their first evening at the local pub. A chance to talk together. A chance to get used to the new situation. Now that he thought about it, he and Harry had rarely had any time to actually talk properly, leisurely, casually.
Sirius had also thought that it’d be a good idea to buy Harry a pint of beer. Real beer, Muggle beer. He’d then thought that it would be a good idea to buy him another. And then another. That had turned out to be a bit of a mistake. Sirius had realised too late that Harry might not have had much experience of alcohol, and the beer was starting to affect him rather quickly.
Finally Sirius had thought it would be a good idea to take Harry home. Give hise wae water. Put him to bed. The hastily tidied spare bedroom at the back of the house.
Luckily, Sirius didn’t live too far away. Unluckily, Sirius couldn’t find his key in the depths of his pocket. Harry leaned against the wall. Gazed up at the night sky. A strange smile, a dreamy smile on his face. Sirius decided the sooner he gets Harry some water and puts him to bed the better.
Finally, the key in his hand. Looked up, to find Harry wasn’t leaning against the wall anymore, bas sas standing in front of him instead. Messy hair, just like James had. Moving towards him just like James used to…
Lips on his, not like James used to at all. James was playful, careless. Harry was anything but. Electricity in the spaces between their bodies. Sirius pressed up against the door. A starlit sky above them. Unspoken words take their place in the kiss.
It had been Harry’s turn to have a good idea.
Three.
Intoxicate.
Still kissing as Sirius od thd the front door with fumbling hands reaching behind him. Stumbling backwards into the hallway as Harry is still kissing hungrily. One or both of them was leading the way – Sirius wasn’t sure. Up the stairs. Collapsing on the bed.
No time for doubts to surface in Sirius’ mind before they disappeared in a rush of kisses. Hands fumbling on shirt buttons. Sirius didn’t think he had drunk much, but now he wasn’t sure. It could have been alcohol or lust fuddling his brain. It could have been love.
No time to stop. No time to think. Skin on skin and lips against lips, crashing together wituisiuising intensity. Lips dancing across skin. Fingertips pressing hard into palms. Love and lust and alcohol all creating one beautiful intoxicating blend of sensation.
No time to stop. Besides, it’s all Harry. He started it. He’s continuing it. Sirius is being tugged along. Teasing, tempting, succumbing, sensation, craving, climax.
Gripped in one another’s arms. Don’t want to move. Breathless, amazed,
grateful. Sleepy.
Four.
Difference.
Sirius woke up. A strafeelfeeling inside. Memories spilled over him and by the time he rolled over, the sight of Harry wasn’t a surprise. This happened once before, but not quite. Once Sirius rolled over and found James. More of a surprise that time. A worse surprise when James had said, quietly, “Actually, I love Lily.” A stranger surprise how the night was easily forgotten, except for when Sirius was alone.
But now it was a different day. A different person. A different experience. Another mistake? SiriSirius didn’t want Harry to wake up. He wanted to keep this strange feeling a little longer. Just in case.
Five.
Same.
Harry woke up. A strange feeling inside. Sirius lying next to him. Watching him. Looked away, turned away as Harry’s eyes opened.
Harry reached out. A reassurance that begged for the same in return. He didn’t know what Sirius was thinking, but that could wait till later. For now Harry wanted to know if it would feel the same to lie in his godfather’s arms, to feel kisses on his skin, just as he’d done yesterday. He thought it would.
And when Sirius conceded and brought his arms around him, Harry knew that he’d been right. The same. But better.
Author: Kitty-Rose (seraphimoftheskies@hotmail.com)
Summary: Harry\'s turns sixteen. SB/HP first time.
Rating: R
Word Count: 876
Authors Notes: This is really four dictionary drabbles put together to make a
story. I\'m thinking of using this drabbly fic as the basis for a new \'proper\'
fic.
One.
A Little Early.
Today was the day that Harry Potter turned sixteen. And today, in a birthday card from Dumbledore, Harry had been told something he’d been eager to hear for some time. He’d always been under the impression that he wasn’t to leave the Dursleys’ until he was of age. Until he was eighteen. But now, in light of recent events concerning Voldemort and the safety of the world, things were slightly different.
There was one other place that Harry was allowed to go. Only one place, but fortunately, that was just the place that Harry wanted to be.
Sirius opened the door, and looked taken aback.
“Surprise,” said Harry. He was grinning. He had a trunk by his side.
“What are you doing here?” A pleasant surprise.
“I’m moving in. If you don’t mind.”
“I thought… Dumbledore said not until yo eig eighteen?”
Harry shrugged. “So what if I’m a little early?”
“So what, indeed.” Sirius held the door wide open, and Harry came in, dragging his trunk behind him.
Two.
A Good Idea.
Sirius had thought that it’d be a good idea for them to spend their first evening at the local pub. A chance to talk together. A chance to get used to the new situation. Now that he thought about it, he and Harry had rarely had any time to actually talk properly, leisurely, casually.
Sirius had also thought that it’d be a good idea to buy Harry a pint of beer. Real beer, Muggle beer. He’d then thought that it would be a good idea to buy him another. And then another. That had turned out to be a bit of a mistake. Sirius had realised too late that Harry might not have had much experience of alcohol, and the beer was starting to affect him rather quickly.
Finally Sirius had thought it would be a good idea to take Harry home. Give hise wae water. Put him to bed. The hastily tidied spare bedroom at the back of the house.
Luckily, Sirius didn’t live too far away. Unluckily, Sirius couldn’t find his key in the depths of his pocket. Harry leaned against the wall. Gazed up at the night sky. A strange smile, a dreamy smile on his face. Sirius decided the sooner he gets Harry some water and puts him to bed the better.
Finally, the key in his hand. Looked up, to find Harry wasn’t leaning against the wall anymore, bas sas standing in front of him instead. Messy hair, just like James had. Moving towards him just like James used to…
Lips on his, not like James used to at all. James was playful, careless. Harry was anything but. Electricity in the spaces between their bodies. Sirius pressed up against the door. A starlit sky above them. Unspoken words take their place in the kiss.
It had been Harry’s turn to have a good idea.
Three.
Intoxicate.
Still kissing as Sirius od thd the front door with fumbling hands reaching behind him. Stumbling backwards into the hallway as Harry is still kissing hungrily. One or both of them was leading the way – Sirius wasn’t sure. Up the stairs. Collapsing on the bed.
No time for doubts to surface in Sirius’ mind before they disappeared in a rush of kisses. Hands fumbling on shirt buttons. Sirius didn’t think he had drunk much, but now he wasn’t sure. It could have been alcohol or lust fuddling his brain. It could have been love.
No time to stop. No time to think. Skin on skin and lips against lips, crashing together wituisiuising intensity. Lips dancing across skin. Fingertips pressing hard into palms. Love and lust and alcohol all creating one beautiful intoxicating blend of sensation.
No time to stop. Besides, it’s all Harry. He started it. He’s continuing it. Sirius is being tugged along. Teasing, tempting, succumbing, sensation, craving, climax.
Gripped in one another’s arms. Don’t want to move. Breathless, amazed,
grateful. Sleepy.
Four.
Difference.
Sirius woke up. A strafeelfeeling inside. Memories spilled over him and by the time he rolled over, the sight of Harry wasn’t a surprise. This happened once before, but not quite. Once Sirius rolled over and found James. More of a surprise that time. A worse surprise when James had said, quietly, “Actually, I love Lily.” A stranger surprise how the night was easily forgotten, except for when Sirius was alone.
But now it was a different day. A different person. A different experience. Another mistake? SiriSirius didn’t want Harry to wake up. He wanted to keep this strange feeling a little longer. Just in case.
Five.
Same.
Harry woke up. A strange feeling inside. Sirius lying next to him. Watching him. Looked away, turned away as Harry’s eyes opened.
Harry reached out. A reassurance that begged for the same in return. He didn’t know what Sirius was thinking, but that could wait till later. For now Harry wanted to know if it would feel the same to lie in his godfather’s arms, to feel kisses on his skin, just as he’d done yesterday. He thought it would.
And when Sirius conceded and brought his arms around him, Harry knew that he’d been right. The same. But better.