It was five o'clock. Harry was sitting the kitchen.

"Happy birthday!" said Sirius happily, walking into the kitchen with a large cake, covered in buttercream and whipped cream. Harry smiled.

"Thanks Sirius," he said, taking a slice of cake. "You really didn't have to do so much for me though, I mean it's not that important..."

"Of course it's important!" said Sirius quickly. "It's your birthday, I want to do my best to make you happy." He smiled. Harry smiled back thinking that the one thing that Sirius could do to make him happy was the one thing Sirius would never do. After they were finished eating birthday cake, they went into the living room. "So, what do you want to do?" asked Sirius, sitting down next to Harry on the sofa.

"Um," said Harry. "We could just talk..."

"Yeah, Ok," said Sirius. "You wanna talk about your sleeptalking last night?"

"Oh," said Harry, turning red. "Um. How much did you hear?"

"Only a small amount," said Sirius.

"What did I say?" he asked, eyes closed.

"A few things."

"Like what?"

"Well, you, uh, you said my name a couple of times," said Sirius, embarrassed. Harry turned brighter red than ever, and looked down.

"Oh, really?" asked Harry, trying to sound surprised.

"Yeah, and you said more," said Sirius. Crap, Harry thought.



"What did I, um, say?" asked Harry.

"You said you-" he paused and looked down into Harry's eyes. "-You said you love me," he said.

Harry's heart sank lower than low. The one thing he was hoping he didn't say, and Sirius just happened to be listening at that time. "Oh," he said.

"Well, do you?" asked Sirius.

"Do I what?" asked Harry, now looking back into Sirius' eyes.

"Do you, you know, love me? asked Sirius, smiling. Harry didn't know what to say. He felt like he'd lost his voice. He couldn't believe how awkward this was. All he could do was nod and hope for the best, so he nodded, not taking his eyes off of Sirius' gorgeous grey eyes. "Why, though?" he asked.

"Um," said Harry, who'd now found his voice. "You have er, nice eyes," he said, looking down and turning bright red once again. Sirius laughed.

"Well, thankyou," he said, and he rubbed Harry on the back. "Anything else?"

"Well," he knew what he wanted to say. He looked down at his feet to avoid Sirius' eyes. "You're pretty much amazing." Harry couldn't believe he's said that. To Sirius. He blushed deeply and carried on staring at his shoes.

"Well, I wouldn't say that," said Sirius, embarrassed. "Thanks, Harry. I don't know why you're so embarrassed."

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because you're a teenager. You'll probably get over this. It's normal for these feelings in boys your age. Me, however, I can't say the same," said Sirius. Harry looked up, confused.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that your feelings for me can change, but I don't think my feelings for you can."

"What do you mean by your feelings for me?" asked Harry, hope swelling his insides. Sirius sighed and placed his hand on Harry's shoulder.

"I love you, Harry." All Harry could hear was his loud thumping heartbeat. It was beating fast. He couldn't speak. Surely this wasn't real. Some sort of dream. Sirius couldn't possibly love him. But he was mistaken. "Harry, since it's your birthday..."

Then, Harry's heart stopped beating completely. Sirius was touching him. He was touching Harry's leg, rubbing his hand up and down it soothingly. His other hand was around Harry's neck. He looks so gorgeous, thought Harry, smiling. Then, to his horror, he realised that he had a bit of a problem. A 'growing problem'. Crap.

"Uh, I n-need to go somewhere," was all he managed to say. But before Sirius could reply, Harry found himself being pulled towards Sirius, and pressed against him. Harry didn't care anymore. His problem could sort itself out. He stared deeply into Sirius' eyes. Sirius smiled warmly, and took his hand off of Harry's leg and put it into Harry's messy black hair. Instinctively, from the many dreams, Harry wrapped his arms around Sirius' waist. The next thing he felt was the other man's lips crushing his own. Then, he felt as his tongue met Sirius'. It was amazing. Sirius pulled him closer.

As they stopped kissing, Sirius pushed Harry back, to get a clear view of his face. His godson looked flushed, but happy. Happier than he'd ever seen him, in fact. Those gorgeous green eyes were staring lovingly at him, and his messed up hair was sticking up in all directions. Beautiful, thought Sirius. Harry leaned in for another kiss, so Sirius ran his fingers softly through Harry's hair, and kissed him back. Sirius grabbed the sides of Harry's shirt and pulled them up, over his head. Then he pulled his own off. Harry had such a strong, stunning body. Sirius couldn't help but stare. Harry blushed.

He grabbed Harry's trousers and pulled them down. "Do you want to?" he asked. Harry nodded quickly, smiling excitedly. So Sirius took his trousers off too. Merlin, he's turned on, thought Sirius, looking at the 'growing problem' of Harry's, which was matching his own.

It was midnight. Harry was lying in Sirius' arms. Sirius had fallen asleep, his head resting on top of Harry's. All Harry could think about was this wonderfully amazing day. One thing he knew for sure, that Sirius was more than a godfather. Much much more. ;)

Yeah, I really wanted it to have a better ending but I just couldn't think.
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