hp_rarefest | FIC: I'm a weak man - PART 1 [Sirius/Draco

Title: I'm a weak man
Author:

klarogasms
Prompt: Sirius Black is a Professor at Hogwarts and Draco is the snarky, smart, bloody hot seventh year who is driving him mad. Prompt #17 by

gracerene
Pairing(s): Sirius Black/Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter/Luna Lovegood, Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger, past!Hinny
Word Count: approx. 14k
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): incest (second cousins), student/teacher relationship, EWE, Sirius!lives AU, a lot of people live!AU
Disclaimer:Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: I had a lot of fun writing this prompt, especially for this pairing. I have never even considered Draco/Sirius before, but thanks to this fest and this prompt I fell in love with this ship. Unfortunately my beta didn't get back to me in time, so I asked my friend Matt to read over this (thanks for that, bud). I'm sorry if there are still any grammar/punctuation errors. Happy Reading!
Summary: Sirius lives. Sirius is gay. Sirius is a teacher at Hogwarts. And very unfortunately for Sirius Draco Malfoy is sexy (and he knows it).

Sirius ducked Bellatrix' red jet of light, laughing at his cousin.

"Come on, Bella! You can do better than that!" he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room. Sirius smirked as he flicked his wand, causing the second jet of light to bounce off his shield charm and hit Bellatrix herself. She screamed as she sunk to her knees, her teeth bared as she knelt.

After the Battle in the Department of Mysteries Sirius was forced to return to Grimmauld Place, which still was the head quarter of the Order. He couldn't be seen in public, the ordinary wizard still considered him a convict and a traitor after all.

Maybe when all of this was over Sirius could finally clear his name. He could have a fair trial, he could be questioned under the influence of veritaserum; Harry, Ron and Hermione could testify that Pettigrew was still very much alive.

But that was still far away, they had to win this war first.

"Why are you here, Snivellus?" Sirius sneered, his nose scrunched up in distaste.

They had to relocate the head quarter of the Order after Hermione, Ron and Harry accidentally revealed it to a Ministry official. The new location was supposed to be a secret, they were using the Fidelius Charm in order to keep it one; and yet Snape had somehow found a way to contact them.

Sirius took Snape up on his request for a meeting. They were somewhere in the middle of nowhere, a place which neither marked Ministry nor Order territory. Neutral ground.

Of course Sirius took Snape up on the request for a meeting, what other choice did he have? He could possibly garner information which could help their side. And with Dumbledore dead, their best spy on the other side and the trio out looking for whatever the hell it was Dumbledore told them to go looking for, things were looking worse every day.

Voldemort was responsible for more deaths every day, it felt like the world was coming to an end, like this war was slowly coming to an end. And it didn't feel like the light side was winning.

"I have students in my school who would like to renounce their alliance to the Death Eaters. They want to support the Order. They just returned from their Easter holidays and don't want to follow their parents' example," Snape replied, completely baffling Sirius.

"Why would you help them?"

Snape gave Sirius a long look which conveyed just how stupid he though the other man was.

"I never switched sides, Black. I killed Dumbledore on his request and because of the Unbreakable Vow which bound me to do so if Draco, my godson, would find himself unable to finish the job," Severus replied, the look on his face disparaging.

Sirius mulled this over. He didn't believe that Dumbledore had told Snape to kill him, why would the headma- former headmaster do such a thing? He was their best chance beside Harry to win this war, he wouldn't allow anyone to kill him. But the Unbreakable Vow? That was something Sirius actually considered to be realistic. Would he have done the same for Harry?

In a heartbeat.

"Who are they?" Sirius asked.

"I want a promise before I tell you their names."

Sirius ran a hand through his hair. "What promise?"

"I want the reassurance that you'll help them despite who they are."

Sirius huffed. "So they're children of Death Eaters, aren't they? Your little snakes want to be saved."

Severus narrowed his eyes. "Promise that you'll help them. And don't you dare allow anyone to harm them."

Sirius didn't avert his gaze as him and Snape seized each other up, both trying to read the answers to their questions and doubts in the others' eyes. Sirius sighed.

He knew how it was to grow up in a family full of blood-purists, how it felt if you just wanted out. And seeing as the Death Eaters probably tried to force their children to do horrible things in the name of the Dark Lord, Sirius completely understood why those kids snapped and decided that it wasn't worth it. The fact that they were Slytherins only added to their naturally strong sense of self-preservation.

"Okay, I promise I'll keep them save. The names." Sirius agreed.

Severus' shoulders sacked slightly with relief.

"Some of them are fifth years or below, but most of them are sixth and seventh years. And they're not all Slytherins."

Sirius nodded. "Go on."

"Julius Alistair, Katherine MacCartney, Rosalie Marystein, Artemis Goodwill, Brutus SinClair, Amelia Claire, Sebastian Brown, Brendol Huxon, Killian Renner, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, Linda and Blaise Zabini, Cecile Charlot and Draco Malfoy."

Sirius nodded slowly. "Fifteen kids. How do you plan to get them out of Hogwarts?"

"That's why I came to you, Black. I need help and it has to happen soon. Some of those students grow reluctant to execute their orders and it won't take the Carrows long to realize that," Severus replied, his face completely void of emotion while his voice was heavy with urgency.

"Is there a way to contact you when I have everything prepared?" Sirius asked.

"Do you have a portrait of one of the former Headmasters available?"

Sirius furrowed his brow as he thought about it. "We don't, but I could easily get one."

"Very well. I'll wait for your sign then."

"Snivellus."

"Black."

"Don't worry, we'll keep you safe until we get to the Order," Pansy reassured the younger kids in their motley little group of runaways. All of their parents were Death Eaters, but none of them wanted to torture, maim and kill people in the name of the madman their parents worshipped.

Blaise's younger sister was the first one to voice her fear, to voice her wish to deflect and join the light side. She asked why they couldn't just join Dumbledore's Army, she didn't want to torture her friends because of their blood-status. She thought it was stupid.

And that was all it took.

She ignited the spark for a lot of Slytherins who subtly spread the word to other children of Death Eaters, to children in the other Houses.

They tried to contact the DA, but the Weaslette wouldn't believe them and therefore didn't allow them to join them. She was scared that they would spy on them and pass information to their Death Eater parents. And Draco, Pansy, Theo and Blaise couldn't even blame them, they did everything to deserve the mistrust. But the other kids, the younger kids, didn't. Still, Weasley didn't trust them by association.

So Draco talked to his godfather. He'd always suspected that Severus was a double agent, that he was a servant of the light, of Dumbledore. He was thrilled to find out that he was right. And somehow his godfather had organized for them to get out, to join the Order and stay safe and out of reach of their parents.

"It's five to eight, we have to move now or we won't be able to get to the Room of Requirement without being caught," Draco said.

Pansy, Theo and Blaise nodded. They were the eldest of the group and therefore responsible. Theo had split the group. Pansy had six kids with her, Blaise had five with him, Draco would go ahead and check whether everything was clear and Theo would stay at the end of the group and keep an eye out. They had met in an abandoned classroom shortly after dinner. Pansy, Theo, Draco and Blaise each wore an enchanted pouch around their necks in which them and the kids had stored everything they wanted to take along.

"Okay, you go ahead," Pansy said. The kids behind her stood in pairs and held hands. They were on strict orders to stay with Pansy under all circumstances. She was to protect them and get them to safety if something went awry. Blaise held his sister's hand and the other kids behind him stood in pairs as well, ready to follow him. Draco and Theo exchanged a nod before the blond opened the door to the classroom, checking the corridor before he motioned Pansy to follow.

"Longbottom," Draco said when him and the rest of the group finally arrived on the seventh floor corridor.

"Malfoy. Sirius and Remus are inside," Neville replied, knocking on the stone wall behind him. It turned into a tall wooden double-door. Neville opened it and motioned for them to enter. Pansy and Blaise entered first, their groups coming along as Draco and Theo made sure that nobody followed them. When the others were inside they followed, Neville closing the doors behind them when everybody was inside. He knocked thrice and the door turned back into a grey stone wall.

Draco made his way to the front of their group, meeting Professor Lupin and Black where they stood. The DA was scattered in the room, pretending to go about their usual business. But everybody was watching the Death Eater children in their midst.

"Lupin. Black. I trust that my godfather talked to you."

Remus smiled slightly, his eyes tired as he nodded.

"He mainly talked to Sirius but I helped him to organize your departure from the castle," Remus explained.

"How are we going to get out?" Draco asked.

"We'll use a secret tunnel to Hogsmeade and apparate in groups from there. I trust that all the seventh years have their license?" Remus replied.

"We do," Draco confirmed.

"Very well, follow us. Thank you for helping us, Neville," Remus said as he motioned for the kids to follow Sirius, who walked towards a tall portrait.

"Always. You tell us if you hear anything from Harry?" Neville asked.

"Of course."

"So, you're Cissy's son," Sirius said.

They had arrived safely at the Order's head quarters. Kingsley wanted to talk to each of the newcomers before he assigned them their living quarters for the time being.

"I am. And you're her cousin. The insane Sirius Black who supposedly killed twelve mudbloods. Which I don't believe, by the way. Dumbledore wouldn't have allowed you to rejoin the Order if it were true," Draco replied.

"You would do well not to use slurs when talking about muggle-borns while you're here."

Draco snorted. "The worst that could happen is that you throw me out and the Dark Lord has me killed. I'm beyond caring at this point."

Sirius furrowed his brow as he turned to look at Draco.

"Why are you here if you don't care whether you live or die?"

"Pansy cares. Blaise and Linda care. Theo cares. Amelia got surprisingly attached to me since I saved her from the Cruciatus a few weeks ago. They don't want me to die, so I try to stay alive for them," Draco replied, still staring ahead.

Him and Sirius were in the room the Order used as dining hall. The other kids sat nearby, lowly talking to each other or seeking comfort by talking to Pansy, Theo or Blaise. Draco had excused himself, saying that he needed a minute before he sat down a few tables down. His cousin once removed had joined him shortly after.

"Draco Malfoy would be next!" Tonks said loudly after bringing Brendol back from his talk with the former Auror.

"My call," Draco said, giving Sirius a fake smile as he rose from the chair and walked towards Nymphadora, the cousin he never met because she was a half-blood.

"Harry is at Hogwarts and they need reinforcements! Everybody who is seventeen or older is allowed to come along and fight. The rest stays here where it's safe!" Remus announced.

They had all gathered in the dining room when the bell rang two hours earlier than it was supposed to. The whispers started at the same time as the screams of protest from some of those who were too young to fight but wanted to come along anyway.

"I guess it's time," Theo said. Him and the other former Hogwarts students sat at two tables next to each other.

"I hope my parents are still alive," Amelia, a second year Hufflepuff, mumbled.

"I hope Mum got away," Linda shared Amelia's sentiment.

"I'm sure she's fine," Blaise tried to reassure his sister as he got up. Theo, Pansy and Draco followed.

Brendol got up as well. "I'm coming too!" he said.

"You're sixteen, you're not coming," Pansy replied, glaring at him.

"Why? I want to fight!"

Pansy sighed deeply as she put her hands on his shoulders, fixing him with a stern gaze.

"Because we need you to stay here. We need you to take care of Amelia and Linda and Julius and the others. We need you guys to be safe, we didn't risk our lives to get you out just to see you lose yours because you're being irrational and irresponsible."

That silenced Brendol. He stared at Pansy with slightly widened eyes.

"So, will you stay?" she asked.

Brendol blinked repeatedly before he nodded slowly.

"I'll stay."

"Good. Let's go boys."

"Whom do we have here? Malfoy and the traitors," Greg taunted as he stalked towards the small group. Vince was right beside him, but he was quiet.

They were on the staircase which lead downstairs from the seventh floor, they were on their way towards the Great Hall with the other Order members when they heard Greg's voice on a parallel staircase. Each group stood on a staircase, facing the others as the staircases started moving.

"I prefer being a traitor to serving a mad man, thank you very much," Draco retorted, giving Greg a forced smile before he continued his way downstairs.

"I prefer having living parents, don't you, Vince?" Greg asked loudly. Draco froze shortly before he stepped onto the landing between staircases.

"Don't listen to him. He's trying to get to you." Pansy mumbled as she softly pushed Draco so he'd walk on.

"Yeah. Probably," Draco mumbled, shaking his head to clear it. He ignored his former friends and walked downstairs with Blaise, Theo and Pansy in tow, the taunting exclamations Gregory made as they left echoing through his head. His mother couldn't be dead. She couldn't.

"Where the hell is Blaise?" Theo said over the sound of people screaming and stone walls crumbling around them.

The four Slytherins had stuck together until now, fighting the invading Death Eaters near the secret passages with all their might. Shacklebolt had sent them back to the seventh floor to help the Weasley twins.

Fighting the Death Eaters was disturbing. The four Slytherins knew their voices, recognized the voices of the people they grew up around. And they didn't know much light battle magic, didn't know enough spells to disarm and disable their former allies without seriously injuring or killing them.

They used the least harmful spells they knew, flinching when they recognized the scream of the person behind the mask, blinking back tears when the hood revealed an unconscious family member, forcing themselves to stay on their feet when Pansy's parents approached them and practically forced them to use the dark spells they knew in order to stop them from killing anybody.

"He went to help the Weasels, they were having trouble with Thickenesse," Pansy replied as she shot a freezing spell at one of the cloaked figures approaching them.

"Idiot, we need him here," Theo grumbled before he shouted incendium fulgur, causing the two cloaks approaching on his side to be engulfed in a blinding flash of fire.

"Shut up, he'll be back soon enough," Draco interrupted, knocking two death eaters unconscious by firing a lightning spell at them.

"Weasley! Out of the way!" Blaise shouted.

And thankfully the redhead listened instead of turning around to locate the source of the warning. Blaise ducked behind a crumbled pillar after he shot the spell which set off an explosion in front of the Room of Requirement, burying three Death Eaters underneath the thick pieces of stonewall.

"Good shot, Zabini!" one of the twins said when the noise of the explosion died down.

Blaise came back around the pillar and walked towards the three Weasleys who stood just out of reach of the explosion.

"Thanks. I have to get back to my friends, they're probably in trouble without me," Blaise replied, smirking slightly at the snorts of the twins. He jogged down the hall and smiled when he met Theo's infuriated gaze as he rounded the corner.

"The true master of the Elder Wand was Draco Malfoy."

Blank shock showed in Voldemort’s face for a moment, but then it was gone.

"But what does it matter?" he said softly, "Even if you are right, Potter, it makes no difference to you and me. You no longer have the phoenix wand: We duel on skill alone ... and after I have killed you, I can attend to Draco Malfoy ..."

"But you’re too late," said Harry, "You’ve missed your chance. I got there first. I overpowered Draco weeks ago. I took this wand from him before he joined our side."

Harry twitched the hawthorn wand, and he felt the eyes of everyone in the Hall upon it.

"So it all comes down to this, doesn’t it?" whispered Harry.

"Does the wand in your hand know its last master was disarmed? Because if it does ... I am the true master of the Elder Wand."

"I was the master of the Elder Wand?" Draco asked, his eyebrows up as Potter approached him.

Harry nodded. "You were. And now that I've fixed my wand, here you go."

Harry held out his hand, the hawthorn wand resting in it. Draco took his wand, examining it cautiously before he cast a simple levitation spell with it. And it felt right, not like the wand of his mother which he got from her before he returned to Hogwarts.

"I'm glad you joined the right side in the end," Harry said, a faint smile on his features as he patted Draco's shoulder in passing.

"Me too, Potter," Draco mumbled, looking at his wand in slight wonder, "Me too."

Sirius never saw himself being a teacher, but there he was. Sitting at the head table in the Great Hall while the first years were sorted. The Sorting Hat looked even worse than it did during his time at Hogwarts. Burning hadn't done it any favours.

It was September 1^st, the day all the students returned to Hogwarts, to the castle the teachers and a lot of volunteers spent the last few months rebuilding. And they did so brilliantly. Sirius was one of the volunteers, and while he was there, ordering around Beauxbatons, Durmstrang and Hogwarts students who volunteered as well, McGonagall offered him a job.

She asked him if he wanted to be the new DADA Professor. And after a short trial, one of the first ones which was held after Voldemort's fall, which proved Sirius' innocence, he could actually consider taking the job offer.

He was sceptical at first, he wasn't teacher material in his opinion. Moony would have made a way better teacher, he'd proven that during Harry's third year. But him and Tonks were busy raising a small metamorphmagus, so he probably wouldn't have taken a job at Hogwarts anyway. It would have required for him to be away from his son and wife way too often.

Sirius actually asked Harry for advice before he took the job.

"How was your first week?" Harry asked Sirius as they lounged on Sirius' couch in his private quarters. The House Elves had brought them lunch as Harry and Sirius decided that they wanted to spend some time alone for the day. Just to talk and relax and catch up.

"It was pretty neat. Growing up surrounded by blood-purists and the Dark Arts has finally become useful," Sirius replied, smiling slightly.

Harry laughed.

"Which year do you like best?" he asked.

Sirius smirked. "Why, the eighth years of course. Seeing as my charming godson is one of the students I get to teach during those lessons."

Harry snorted. "You're an idiot."

"I think you meant to say that I'm a dorg."

Harry groaned as he threw a nearby cushion at Sirius' head.

"Would someone like to demonstrate how to cast a successful Patronus?" Sirius asked his eighth years.

He had to teach those kids a lot and the Patronus Charm was one of the most common test topic in their NEWTs, so he had to revise it. Because of the sheer amount of knowledge the upper years were missing he even started study groups for the fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth years which were lead with the help of several students. It was a lot of work, but it was fun.

"Miss Granger, come forward."

Hermione smiled as she rose from her seat. The other students lowered their arms and watched as Hermione stopped next to Sirius' desk.

"Okay, what's the first step to casting a successful Patronus, Miss Granger?"

"I have to know the right enunciation of the incarnation and the correct wand movement."

Sirius nodded. "And those would be?"

"The enunciation is exPECto paTROnum and the wand movement is the first circle of a spiral."

"Very well, Miss Granger. Three points to Gryffindor. Now, what is the next step? Anyone of the rest of the class?" Sirius asked, looking at his students.

Most of his godson's year mates had survived the last Battle, almost everyone who survived returned. And after the war all of them wanted to learn defence magic. Probably out of a faint sense of paranoia, maybe because there still were Death Eaters on the run.

"Mister Goldstein."

"In order for the Patronus Charm to work you have to focus on a very happy memory, a memory happy enough to resist the influence of a Dementor," Anthony replied.

"Exactly, three points to Ravenclaw for that. This is the reason a lot of wizards are unable to perform a successful Patronus Charm. Most wizards are able to produce a white-blueish mist, but only few are able to make a corporeal Patronus. I can't perform a corporeal Patronus myself, which is why I asked Miss Granger to demonstrate one. If you would?" Sirius explained, motioning towards Hermione when he finished.

Hermione nodded, altering her stance slightly as she rose her wand arm.

She closed her eyes for a moment before she rose her voice.

"Expecto Patronum!" she bellowed. A white-blueish otter burst out of the end of her wand. It made its way around her, shimmering silver in the sunlight which flooded the classroom, before it paled and disappeared completely.

Sirius smiled as he applauded Hermione shortly, causing her to blush as she returned to her seat between Ron and Harry.

"That was very good, another two points for Gryffindor. I would like all of you to spend the next ten minutes making a list of the advantages and disadvantages of the Patronus Charm. You are allowed to work with your desk neighbours," Sirius said, sitting down behind his table when the kids started talking amongst themselves. He went through his notes for the lesson and reviewed his set of answers for the question he posed.

"Professor Black," Draco said as he stood in front of Sirius' table.

Sirius looked up, one eyebrow raised as he met Draco's look.

"Mister Malfoy, how can I help you?"

"I merely wanted to ask whether you planned on teaching the Patronus Charm to each of us individually or to the class as a whole."

Sirius kept his gaze steady as he offered Draco a smile. Draco's eyes were exactly like Lucius', Narcissa's eyes were blue if Sirius remembered correctly.

"I plan on announcing that at the end of the class. Please return to your seat and finish your assignment."

Draco huffed. "Very well," he mumbled before he turned on the spot and swaggered back to his seat in the third row.

Sirius rolled his eyes, the boy was dramatic. He was almost as much of a drama queen as Sirius himself tended to be, which was quite amusing to watch if he was being honest.

"Alright guys, ten minutes are over. Give me your answers. Pros of the Patronus Charm, go."

"I am not going to do this," Draco said, swishing the fringe out of his eyes as he gave Sirius a look which expressed a mix of disbelief and indignation.

Sirius sighed. "Draco-"

"Mister Malfoy."

"Fine, Mister Malfoy. In order for you to be able to cast a successful Patronus you need a happy memory. And in order to determine what kind of memory would probably suffice I recommend telling me about your happiest memories, so I can help you find a good one. Everything you tell me is completely confidential," Sirius explained for the third time.

"I am still not going to do this. Those memories are private and I don't need anybody except for those who participated in the memories to know about them."

Sirius looked at Draco. Draco looked at him.

"You know, I could just read your mind."

"You know, I'm a trained Occlumens and could crush you."

"You're probably not that skilled."

"Severus trained me. He used Occlumency in the presence of the Dark Lord without being caught doing so. I think I'm fine."

They kept looking at each other for a few more minutes.

Sirius gave up first.

"Fine! But don't blame me if you fail your NEWTs because you wouldn't let me help you," Sirius said, flailing his arms dramatically as he sighed.

"Am I free to leave now?" Draco bit back, a sarcastic smile on his face as he crossed his arms, his hip slightly tilted.

Sirius took in the pose Draco struck, shaking his head in annoyance.

"Yes."

Was he that bad when he was a teenager?

"Headmistress," Sirius greeted her as he sat down next to her at the head table.

"Professor," she replied, giving him a kind smile which Sirius barely returned.

"What is the matter, Sirius?" she asked.

Sirius sighed. "It's nothing."

Minerva snorted.

"Really, only Draco Malfoy being a nuisance as per usual," Sirius mumbled.

That caught Minerva's interest.

"Oh?" she inquired.

"Yes, I told you about the Patronus incident and about the Legilimency and Occlumency lessons?"

Minerva nodded, taking a sip from her golden cup. She hadn't dared to laugh until Sirius left the room when he told her about the disputes him and his remote cousin had.

"Well, he finally forced me to give him detention."

Minerva raised one eyebrow. "Did he now?"

Sirius nodded as he took a bite. He continued after swallowing the bit of potato.

"We were covering the classification of different potions because they are part of curriculum and the discussion turned to love potions," Sirius explained, "a student asked whether there were 'lust potions' for a lack of better description. I explained that yes, there were, but unlike love potions they are forbidden because they would force an individual to participate in a sexual act without consent. Which was when Malfoy decided to chime in and suggested that Ron should use one on Hermione, seeing as they still haven't had sex as of yet according to a rumour. Which of course got a rise out of Ron and almost ended in a duel between the two."

Minerva couldn't help herself, she started laughing. The other teachers were looking weirdly at her and some of the students had noticed, but she couldn't help it. It was ironic how much Sirius hated the behaviour he himself had showed when he was a teenager.

"Done?" Sirius asked, his look dark as he glared at Minerva who had gotten a grip on herself.

"Not quite. Sirius, you do realize that you would have done the exact same thing as Mister Malfoy, don't you?" Minerva asked, a small smile on her lips.

Sirius furrowed his brow. "I wouldn't-"

"You would have, believe me."

"Professor Black."

"Mister Malfoy."

"What am I going to do?"

"You are going to clean this room without magic. The last class in here were the second years who learned how to hit a target with the help of paint filled balloons," Sirius replied, smiling as Draco ground his teeth, turning slightly to take a look at the paint-covered classroom. It would have been an easy job for Sirius to remove the colour with a spell, but he deemed it the perfect detention for Draco.

"That's servants' work," Draco grumbled, but Sirius merely filled the bucket standing next to his desk with water as he smiled at the boy. Draco glared at him as he slipped out of his robes, obviously not wanting to stain them, and-

Sirius stared.

He really tried not to stare but he couldn't help himself, he totally stared.

Underneath those green-silver trimmed black robes Draco wore an incredibly tight blue shirt along with even tighter black pants. And those pants looked good on him, better than they should. The shirt was a perfect fit as well, accentuating just how lean yet muscled Draco was.

Sirius was snapped out his staring when Draco cleared his throat as he rose one delicate eyebrow, smirking slightly as he met Sirius' dark grey eyes.

"Something wrong, Professor?"

Sirius leaned back, not allowing the embarrassment to get to him.

"Not at all. Please proceed," Sirius replied with a forced smile. He would just grade the tests of his third years and the papers of the fourth and sixth years and wouldn't look at Draco. He wouldn't look at Draco. He wouldn't.

He would not.

He wouldn't!

Definitely.

Wouldn't.

Nope.

Not at all.

Never again!

...

He looked at Draco.

Of course he did, it was rather hard not to.

Draco was currently on his knees, scrubbing the floor to get the remains of yellow paint off, his heart shaped arse in the air as he faced away from Sirius. And what a nice arse it was. Taut, round and probably deli-

No.

He wouldn't allow his thoughts to go there.

Sirius took a few deep breaths, trying to be subtle about it. He stared down at the sheets of paper in front of him.

Paper.

Paper by a sixth year, by Jennifer Swott. She was a good student, pretty girl, wanted to become a lawyer, a muggle job she wanted to establish in the Wizarding World. A smart girl, she usually got perfect grades in DADA.

Sirius tried to concentrate on Jennifer Swott and what she'd written about non-verbal spells. Jennifer Swott whose hair was almost as fair as Draco's. And he was back where he started.

Draco.

Sirius sighed, massaging his temples with the tips of his fingers.

Yes, he'd been sexually deprived for quite a while, which was mainly due to the fact that people usually didn't want to date convicts. He was innocent, but still, the people who were interested in him were mostly pure-blood women who only thought of him as the Heir of the Ancient and Noble House of Black.

Yes, Sirius was incredibly gay. And he could admit that Draco (Narcissa's son!, his common sense chimed in) was incredibly attractive and surprisingly fit. Usually blondes weren't Sirius' type (he had a thing for James during their time at school and him and Remus were together for a while before all hell broke loose), but Draco was bloody hot.

"I'm done, Professor," Draco said.

That interrupted Sirius' thoughts, which were spiralling towards something he wasn't ready to accept as reality. So he ignored it.

He met Draco's eyes for a few moments before he got up and walked around the desk to take a good look at the room.

The room.

He was supposed to examine the room.

After a few moments of fighting his raging hormones (he wasn't a teenager, for Merlin's sake!) he took a good look at the walls and the floor. Everything was squeaky clean, no remains of colour whatsoever.

Sirius turned on the spot, just to be met with the view of Draco's lips. This had to be a joke. Why was the bloody git taller than him? It wasn't fair! Sirius actually had to tilt his head back and look up to meet Draco's slightly amused gaze.

"May I leave?" he asked.

Sirius forced another smile. "You may, Mister Malfoy."

"Mister Malfoy, stay for a word," Sirius said as his eighth year students packed up, slowly piling out of the classroom. It was Friday and their last class for the day, they had some time to relax before they had to deal with the homework on the weekend ahead of them.

When all students had left the classroom Draco stalked up towards Sirius' desk, stopping in front of it. He tilted his head as he looked at the man, a slight smirk gracing his features.

"You wanted to talk to me, Professor?" Draco asked.

Sirius nodded. He already regretted not doing this before class started or during class, when the other students were working in groups.

"Narcissa contacted me today and asked me to have a talk with you. Apparently you don't know what kind of career you want to go for after Hogwarts and she seems to think that I'm an appropriate advisor."

Draco's eyes had narrowed before his look turned amused by the end of what Sirius said.

"Well, mother won't stop to pester you until we had that talk, and I dare to doubt that you want that. When shall I come to your office?" Draco asked.

Sirius looked up at him, blinking slowly. He'd hoped that Draco wouldn't want to have that talk.

Oh, well.

"Just come by my office whenever you're free. You know the schedule of the tutoring sessions and the Gryffindor Quidditch practice is every Tuesday evening and Sunday morning. I should be free any other time," Sirius replied.

Draco nodded.

"Very well. See you soon, Professor."

"I have a serious problem, Moony," Sirius said.

It was Sunday afternoon and Sirius sat in front of his fireplace, Remus sitting at the other end of the Floo connection. They had managed to get a decent connection without either of them sticking their heads into the fire and kneeling. It was way more comfortable this way.

"Serious problem usually means that you fucked up a spell with serious consequences, did something slightly illegal or have feelings for someone inappropriate," Remus replied, a slight smirk playing around his lips. Teddy sat in his lap, currently chewing on some kind of ring. Remus had told Sirius that Tonks, Draco's cousin, was out to visit her mother, Sirius' cousin.

Oh, this was so fucked up.

"You know me too well," Sirius stated, smiling slightly.

"So, which is it?"

Sirius' smile fell. "Category three."

Remus nodded. "Age difference, possible relation or wrong sexual orientation?"

Sirius scrunched up his nose in distaste. "Age difference, definite relation and possibly wrong sexual orientation."

Remus gave Sirius a long disbelieving look.

"I hope he's of age."

Sirius snorted. "That's the only thing which isn't problematic about this ... infatuation. Honestly."

Remus nodded slowly, the wheels in his head obviously turning. There weren't too many young wizards whom Sirius was definitely related to.

"Padfoot, please be honest with me. Are we talking about Draco?"

Sirius' grimace was answer enough.

"So, you have feelings for your cousin once removed."

Sirius nodded.

"Hearing you say it somehow makes it sound worse."

Remus snorted.

"Seriously?"

"I'm always Sirius."

It was Tuesday, about 10pm and Sirius just returned to his quarters from the Gryffindors' Quidditch practice. They'd asked him if he would coach them, seeing as he was their Head of House. Sirius had wanted to decline at first, he had enough on his plate with putting together a halfway decent curriculum for his eight years of students, managing the study sessions for the upper years and somehow maintaining a private life. But when Ginny Weasley, whom Professor McGonagall made the Team Captain, pestered Harry until he pestered Sirius he couldn't say no. He always had a hard time denying his godson's wishes.

Sirius was glad that the practice schedule would be a bit less hectic after Gryffindor's match against the Hufflepuffs that weekend.

Sirius slipped out of the robes he always wore during the practices and walked into his bathroom, running a hand through his dishevelled hair.

Ginny was an amazing Captain and a great Seeker. She picked out a really good team and even picked out substitutes in case one of her players got hurt during a game or practice. She forced Harry to be her sub Seeker, which took her the first three weeks of the school year. It was quite amusing to watch her pestering him and encouraging the whole of Gryffindor to not leave him alone until he gave in.

Harry was annoyed but he liked Ginny, so he finally accepted and became the substitute Seeker. Him and Ginny weren't a couple anymore, they broke up during the summer before their last year at Hogwarts started, but they got along better than ever.

Sirius was proud of his godson, he was doing well and could finally enjoy his life, now that the war was over. Of course Harry still had nightmares, all of them had. All of them dealt differently with the aftermath of the war, and Sirius was glad to see that Harry dealt by spending time with his friends and those closest to him instead of isolating himself completely.

The white tiles underneath his feet were cold when Sirius stepped into his shower cabin. He turned the handle of the tap, cursing when the cold water hit his back. Sirius slowly relaxed as the water heated up, beating against his back as the bathroom filled up with steam. He sighed as he tilted his head back, running one hand through his hair. Sirius washed his hair and put in conditioner before he started to massage soap into his sore muscles.

He liked the scent of his soap, it smelled like lime and mint and was overall a bit overwhelming. He'd started using it a few weeks ago because the citrus note just made him feel good; it reminded him of something he couldn't quite put a finger on.

Sirius groaned when his slippery fingers traced over his abdomen. His cock stirred at the prickling sensation his own touch caused, it felt too good to not give in. Sirius bit his lower lip as he leaned against the wall of the shower, the warm water still hitting his skin. He wrapped his hand around his hardening cock and started stroking himself, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of his thumb dragging over the head of his cock, adding the creamy pre-cum to the soap on his hands.

Sirius tightened his grip, imagining that he wasn't pushing into the hollow of his hand, but into the slicked up, tight hole of someone's perfect arse. He imagined gripping the guy's slender hips and wrecking him with his forceful thrusts, imagined the raunchy cries of pleasure the man beneath him wouldn't be able to hold back.

Sirius imagined his hand outlining his lover's spine vertebra by vertebra, the tips of his fingers leaving goosebumps on pale skin. He pictured himself grabbing his lover's platinum blond hair, pulling at it as he dragged Draco up, biting down on the pale column of his neck as Draco quivered in delight, groans of approval escaping his parted lips.

Sirius didn't realize that he had started to utter Draco's name under his breath, repeated it like a prayer as he stroked faster, losing his rhythm as he trust harder, his orgasm hitting him as he tightened his grip even further.

Sirius almost sobbed as he came, white streaks of cum covering his hand as he sacked against the wet tiles and slipped down, sitting on the floor of his shower. He panted heavily as the hot water continued to thrum against his skin, against the tiles around him, against the glass door of the shower. Sirius took a few deep breaths as tried to come back to his senses, tried to push away the dawning realization of what had just happened.

He tried to ignore that he'd just imagined fucking Draco, but he couldn't. The pictures his mind had created wouldn't leave him, the sounds he imagined wouldn't quiet down. Sirius cursed as he got up, rinsing the conditioner out of his hair and the soap off his body. He stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. After brushing his teeth and combing his hair he left the bathroom.

Sirius flopped down on his bed. He probably looked like a mess, at least he felt like one, but he didn't feel like moving. He didn't feel like dressing. And he really didn't feel like marking the tests his first years had taken last Friday.

Sirius groaned when he heard the sound of a bell echoing through his flat. Somebody was knocking on the door to his private quarters.

"Come in, I'll be right there!" Sirius said loudly. It was probably just Harry, he was the only person to ever visit his quarters at this time of the night. It was almost eleven by now. Sirius heaved himself off the bed and contemplated whether he should put something on. He finally settled on his pajama pants, Harry wouldn't mind him walking around in a towel, but Sirius was at least somewhat of a decent human being.

"Who let the dogs out?" Sirius asked as he walked into his living room, his arms up as he was currently tying his hair into a bun. It would be horrible the next day if he'd sleep with it open.

He stopped dead in his tracks.

This wasn't Harry on his couch, unless Harry had bleached his hair.

Sirius felt his heartbeat pick up when Draco turned to look at him, his eyes widening slightly as he took Sirius' current state in.

They looked at each other, the tension rising, until Sirius' arms started hurting; he was still holding them up. Sirius finished his bun and tucked a strand out of his face before he continued into his living room. He sat down on the other couch, the one which faced the door to his bedroom.

After a few more moments Draco cleared his throat, mirroring Sirius' motion of tucking errand strands out of his face.

"What brings you here?" Sirius asked. He had to stay in control of the situation. He had to keep his fucking shit together and most importantly, he had to banish the memory of what just occurred in his shower out of his conscious mind.

"I thought today would be a good day to fulfil my mother's request of you advising me about my future. She started owling me after she apparently didn't receive any kind of response from you. I tried your office, but, well ..." Draco trailed off.

He kept his eyes on anything but Sirius.

Of course Draco had noticed his Professor's staring ever since his detention, he wasn't blind. And even if he hadn't, Pansy was having way too much fun pointing out whenever Sirius didn't seem to be quite able to keep his eyes off Draco.

Draco knew he was attractive, and he completely understood why Sirius apparently was attracted to him, he even provoked him sometimes. He would bend over to pick something up, would stretch when he wasn't wearing his robes so his shirt would ride up, would tilt his head to expose his neck, would bite down on his lower lip.

Draco liked having control over someone like that, especially over a supposed authority figure, over someone about twice as old as himself. The rush of power thrilled him, it made his blood sing with adrenaline and arousal.

But he had never expected to be attracted to Sirius. The man was good looking, Draco would give him that. Draco was a bit taller than him, which he preferred. Sirius had long dark hair, he had dark grey eyes, almost black in the correct light. He had this really deep raspy voice which sent shivers down Draco's spine, and Sirius wore a beard without looking like a shaggy beggar. But Draco had always suspected that Sirius' body was soft and chubby underneath those robes, a body type Draco didn't necessarily appreciate. But he was wrong, oh so wrong. Sirius was lithe and muscular. He was attractive.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to actually send Cissy the letter," Sirius muttered, "Anyway, do you want something to drink? Tea, butterbeer, firewhisky?"

Draco rose one eyebrow at the last suggestion, his eyes finding Sirius'.

Sirius shrugged slightly. "What? I had a rough day, I could use some firewhisky."

"Well, I'll take a glass as well."

Sirius nodded and got up. He had asked the headmistress if they could add a small kitchen to his quarters, as he liked to be able to make his own food. After cooking for himself and the rest of the Order once a week for almost one year he grew fond of cooking. It was calming and nice, and he could chose what he wanted to eat. Sometimes he would miss dinner and cook something for himself. Sometimes Harry and some other Gryffindors would join him, sometimes Moony would come over and they would have a drink, and sometimes he just listened to some music while he had dinner and enjoyed his privacy.

Sirius retrieved two glasses and a nice bottle of firewhisky from the small kitchen and returned to the living room. He set the glasses down on the coffee table and poured himself and Draco a glass each before he leaned back, taking a sip after toasting Draco.

"So, what kind of job would interest you?" Sirius asked after a few more moments of silence.

Draco looked down at the glass in his hands as he replied.

"I was supposed to work at the Ministry, like father. That's all they prepared my for. I never even entertained the possibility of another job."

Sirius looked at the boy.

That was the young man his cousin had raised.

That was the boy who defied his parents because he didn't want to serve a mad man.

That was the boy who had inherited the Malfoy fortune when his selfish father committed suicide after being found guilty.

Draco was the boy who had to live with the whispers of strangers who pointed at him, talking about the shame his father brought over the family, talking about the bravery of his mother for lying to the Dark Lord, talking about the things he could change if he declared his alliance to Harry Potter, and not just against Voldemort and the Death Eaters.

"Well, what are you good at? What makes you happy?"

Draco tilted his head as he though about it. He took a sip of his whisky before he looked up to meet Sirius' eyes.

"I'm good at making Potions. I like playing Quidditch and am also quite decent at it. I guess I like playing the piano, making music in general," he replied.

"You play the piano?" Sirius asked. He was slightly intrigued by that.

"I've always played it. Had lessons since I was five. And I quite enjoy it too, it's relaxing," Draco responded, shrugging slightly.

Sirius smiled slightly. "My parents forced me to learn playing the viola when I was a kid. I smashed the thing before I moved out and got an acoustic guitar instead."

Draco rose one eyebrow, a slight smirk gracing his lips.

"You smashed your viola?"

Sirius' smile widened.

Draco shook his head in amusement. "That's kind of childish."

"I was sixteen."

They both took a sip of their whisky, glasses almost empty by now.

"Could you imagine making a living with music?"

Draco shook his head. "It's just a hobby But I could imagine making a living with Potions."

Sirius nodded enthusiastically.

"Potions. You could open an apothecary. You could work in Potions research, either independently or for the Ministry. You could become a Potions teacher or you could go into the medical direction," Sirius listed off the first options which came to mind.

Draco felt a bit light headed by now, he'd finished the first glass of his whisky and he was quite the lightweight when it came to alcohol. It didn't take him much more than two butterbeers to be tipsy.

"I think I'd like teaching. I enjoy teaching the other students in our study sessions," Draco admitted. He always acted like he was doing Sirius a big favour when he helped out during the sessions, and everybody but Pansy thought he just did it for the extra credit each helper got, but Draco actually enjoyed it. He liked to share his knowledge and to engage in intelligent discussions.

"Really? I thought you hated them," Sirius asked as he poured each of them another glass of firewhisky.

"Because that's what you're supposed to think. I'm a brilliant actor, Sirius. If I want someone to know my intentions they'll know them. If I don't they won't have the slightest clue," Draco replied, smiling smugly. He took a sip of the firewhisky as he kept eye contact with Sirius.

"That's the first time you called me Sirius," Sirius pointed out, slightly baffled if he was being honest.

"It made you listen closely, didn't it?" Draco asked.

Sirius mulled it over. It instantly caught his attention, so he guessed it did. He nodded.

Draco smirked. "That was my intention."

"May I ask why?" Sirius asked playfully, mirroring Draco's smirk.

"Read the signs and figure it out yourself," Draco replied. He put down the half empty glass and rose from his seat, Sirius' eyes following his lithe form.

"I think I know what job I'll apply for when I have my NEWTs," Draco said as he walked past the couch Sirius sat on. Draco stopped behind where Sirius sat and leaned down, his hot breath hitting Sirius' skin as he spoke.

It smelled like lemons.

"Thanks for your advice, Sirius. And don't forget to read the signs."

"How are things with you and Luna going?" Sirius asked Harry.

They were having lunch together at Hogsmeade. Harry had scored full marks on his potions essay and Sirius deemed that to be an appropriate occasion to celebrate. Harry wouldn't object.

"Things are good. We're not serious, which makes it even better, really. There's no pressure to be a perfect boyfriend or anything because we decided that we aren't a couple. We hang out a lot, spend the night at each other's dorms sometimes and well, she likes me for me and not my reputation, which is refreshing," Harry replied, smiling happily. Him and Luna had started 'dating' a few weeks back and it was making him happier than he ever imagined.

"Do you like her?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "As friend, of course. But I'm not in love with her, if that's what you mean."

Sirius nodded, smiling slightly. "I'm glad you're happy."

"Me too. But how have you been doing? Found a bloke who caught your attention?" Harry asked.

Sirius abruptly choked on the sip of butterbeer he was in the process of taking.

Way to be subtle about it.

"Woah, you good?" Harry asked, chuckling lowly.

Sirius faked a laugh as he nodded. "Yeah, of course. I'm completely fine."

Harry rose one eyebrow. "You do realize that you're a terrible liar?"

Sirius grimaced. "I'm not."

"You are, though. At least around me."

Sirius sighed, this time actually swallowing the sip of butterbeer he took.

"So, someone caught your eye but you obviously don't want to talk about it," Harry stated.

"When did you become so attentive?" Sirius grumbled.

Harry smirked. "I've always been attentive, I just didn't have much time to focus on anything but the imminent threat to my life for the past few years,"

"Touché."

Harry inclined his head as he took a bite of his food. They ate in silence for a few moments before Harry broke it.

"Who is it? Do I know him?"

"Didn't we just close that topic of conversation?" Sirius groaned.

Harry snorted. "I never implied that I would not pester you, did I?"

"Ugh, alright. You're allowed to ask. But I'll only reply with 'yes' or 'no'."

"You do realize that that's quite childish and that I'm not stupid, don't you?"

Sirius merely glared at Harry.

"Okay, do I know him?" Harry repeated his question, rolling his eyes at his godfather.

"Yes."

"How old is he?"

Sirius just gave Harry a long look.

Harry sighed.

"Is he older than you?"

Sirius shook his head.

"Younger?"

Sirius nodded.

"Much younger?"

Sirius grimaced as he nodded.

"About my age, then?"

Harry's eyes widened when Sirius nodded again. That came as a bit of a surprise.

"Is he at Hogwarts?"

"Yes."

"Gryffindor?"

Shake of head.

"Ravenclaw?"

Negative answer.

"Hufflepuff?"

Sirius rose an eyebrow.

"A Slytherin it is," Harry mumbled. He stared ahead for a few moments, going through the males in Slytherin who were about his own age. There were quite a few decent specimen amongst them.

"Is he of age?"

"I'm not a pedophile, of course he's of age."

Harry snorted, but then he scrunched up his nose. That minimized the amount of decent specimen dramatically.

"Do I like him?"

"Not at all."

"You can't be serious. Are you related?"

Sirius didn't dare look at his godson as he nodded.

Harry groaned. "You do realize that he's your cousin's son?"

"I'm not stupid, Harry. I didn't exactly chose to develop this stupid infatuation on Narcissa's son, of all people," Sirius retorted.

Harry took a deep breath. "Do you know how he feels about you?"

"I don't even know if he's into guys."

"He is. He had a thing with some Durmstrang boys in fourth year. Pansy and Ginny are pretty close nowadays and Gin broke the news to me."