Under Your Tattoos, harry potter - j. k. rowling fanfic

Lumos_Black

Characters

Harry Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter, Teddy Lupin, Sirius Black/Harry Potter, Remus Lupin/Draco Malfoy

Tags

Resolved Sexual Tension Post-War Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter Friendship Cute Teddy Lupin Tattooed Harry Potter Tattoos Everybody Lives Matching Patronus Forms (Harry Potter) Expecto Patronum | Patronus Charm (Harry Potter) Tattoo Artist Sirius Black Full Moon Past Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Patronus Form Changes (Harry Potter) Sirius Black & Remus Lupin Friendship Wolfstar (mentioned) - Freeform

Summary

Harry really liked tattoos and decided that he wanted one. Sirius has learnt how to do tattoos the muggle way. So when Harry confessed to him that he wanted to have a tattoo, Sirius was eager to ink him. That was until they have actually set everything up and Sirius’ desires became too strong to hold.

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Annisokay - Under Your Tattoos

April 20, 2025 at 06:52 AM

Sirius felt the familiar tingling of his wards, soon followed by the sound of the door. He knew it could only be two people, one of which was supposed to be on an auror training, the other being Remus. While the latter was more probable, the strange feeling in his abdomen was telling him something else. He looked up from The DailyProphet, waiting whose face he would soon see.

A warm smile set on his face, and he put the paper down.

“Was I right about the job not being for you?” he asked as he stood up and walked towards his godson. Harry couldn’t help but smile back at him. Sirius hugged him tightly, as if he hadn’t seen him for a year, while it was only two months, but Harry didn’t mind and hugged him back with equal strength. He was happy to be back home, with his godfather.

“Yes, yes, you were one hundred percent right. I have enough of it. God, I don’t think I want to work anywhere anytime soon. I will probably take the break you have suggested. I should have listened to you.” Harry told him.

If Harry recalled correctly, Sirius had insisted Harry had done a lot for the Wizarding World already and deserved a break, but Harry had persisted that while he might have had killed Voldemort, the Ministry still needed competent aurors after so many losses during the war. Harry and his hero complex. People mentioned that to him a lot, and perhaps, they were right. He didn’t realize how damaging and exhausting the whole war was on him, until he started the training.

Sirius led Harry to the table asking him if he had already eaten. When Harry shook his head, Sirius had immediately turned and started preparing breakfast for him.

“It’s good that you tried it, Harry. At least you can be sure now, that you don’t want to be an auror. And with the money we both have, you don’t really have to rush to work anyway.” Sirius smirked and winked at his godson. Harry knew Sirius was right. He could take a break, it wouldn’t hurt anyone. Especially not him. He was the Savior after all. For once, he felt like his “title” was a real advantage he’d like. No one could be mad at him for taking a break after what he did for them after all.

It was a warm summer day, and Harry and Sirius spent it in the garden. Sirius was doing some things near the trees, Harry didn’t want to know what it was exactly, but Sirius had removed his shirt and Harry couldn’t help but look the man over. Every tattoo on the man’s body seemed to hypnotize the teen. He looked at them as if he wanted the images to engrave in his mind. Harry didn’t even notice Sirius looking back at him, a huge grin on his face. Finally, Sirius cleared his throat and that snapped Harry back to reality. The teen blushed wildly.

“Enjoying the view?” Sirius moved his hands theatrically to gesture at his own body, flexing his muscles. That made Harry’s blush deepen and blood rush through his body. Damn his teenage libido, he thought even Severus Snape could make him horny when he spent his most vital years fighting instead of experiencing what every normal teenager would. The thought of Snape’s naked body made him shudder and brough once again back to reality.

“Er-“ he stuttered. “I really like your Tattoos. I liked them for some time to be honest.” The teen blushed again, and damn it, it must be the heat of the summer day. Sirius came closer to him, listening to what his godson had to say.

“You remember telling me the story about you doing the tattoo course? You and Moony showing me your matching Marauders tattoos, telling me my dad had one, too?” Harry started.

“Ah yes, my dear reckless Prongsie. Pettigrew was too scared of needles, not even knowing what they were, but Remus, James and I wanted matching tattoos so badly. It felt like something that would bind us together, visibly to the whole world.” Sirius smiled melancholically. Harry’s expression was similarly sad, but also fond.

Sirius told him about him having several tattoos already, in a muggle style obviously, to spite his mother as much as possible. And about the other people admiring them. So, they had an idea, Sirius did the course, and did the tattoos, mirroring the footsteps on the Marauders map on both James and Remus. And Harry’s dad, the true Gryffindor he was, reckless and crazy on top of that, took the needle from Sirius and did his tattoo for him. Given he only watched Sirius being tattooed (going with him most of the time of course) and watching him that one time, he did a great job, really.

“Well,” Harry started, looking pointedly at his hands, “I was thinking, maybe –“ he took a deep breath, as if what he wanted to say was the most embarrassing thing ever.

Harry was playing with the idea of getting a tattoo ever since he got to know Sirius in his third year. He didn’t get too close of a look at him back then, but he saw some of them and even though Sirius’ body was slender in those times, to Harry, his godfather looked badass with them. He was too young at that time, but now, when he was nineteen, he could finally get some himself. And seeing his godfather now, fully grown into his own body, all muscular, his body so tuned, black ink all over him, oh he wanted one so much. He hoped they would look as good on him as they did on Sirius. Harry got some muscles himself, nutrition potions all but pushed to him when he moved in with Sirius. The man had to take them himself too. His body was tuned, his skin slightly darker than Sirius’, but he couldn’t help but feel like the inks would never look as good on him as they looked on his godfather.

“-Would you do a tattoo on me, Sirius?” he blurted, and Sirius almost had some trouble deciphering what the teen wanted to say. Sirius’ hand appearing on Harry’s gave the boy the confidence to look at his godfather.

“Harry, of course. I’d be so happy to.” Sirius smiled so fondly it melted Harry’s heart. He couldn’t help himself and hugged his godfather tightly.

Harry often imagined Sirius’ naked torso, his pale skin moving with his muscles flexing and stretching, and the tattoos decorating it all. He was convinced it was the tattoos that made him feel this way, a tingling feeling in his stomach. There was always something about tattoos that Harry liked, indeed.

When Draco’s sleeve had rolled up a bit in their potion class, revealing the bottom part of his Dark Mark, it had sometimes caught Harry’s attention. His eyes lingered there just a tad longer than to just get a glimpse. But that felt different, he was curious to see it, but at the same time wanted to forget. And he knew Draco hated it and would never want to show it. It was enough for him to have to look at it. Harry knew Draco had tried to get rid of it, even by the drastic way, with razors. His stomach twisted at the memory of finding him in the bathroom, his arm covered in blood. Of course, it wasn’t a tattoo in a sense, yet Harry sometimes felt the strange pull to it too. Nonetheless, Harry was thinking about covering a part of his body in that black ink, too.

Harry had time to think about the tattoo and decide what he wanted to get. The final decision was clear. It had to be antlers. It was perfect, his father’s Animagus form and his own Patronus in one; Harry couldn’t get more excited. The harder decision was where to put it. He was thinking about his back, the perfect place for a big tattoo, or across his whole chest which could look sick! Or maybe his abdomen, but wouldn’t that be painful?

One night, four days after the initial talk with Sirius, he found him sitting in the living room, enjoying some music playing softly in the background, and relaxing in his Animagus form. Padfoot liked the emptiness his mind provided in this form, a little escape once in a while. Even if he was doing much better mentally, the twelve years in Azkaban did creep back sometimes. Moreover, it was just nice to lay by the fire like that. Harry sat down beside him and patted him on his head, scratching behind his ear softly as he knew Padfoot liked it.

“Hey Siri, mind if I join you for a bit?”

And with that, the boy laid down and relaxed his head on the dog’s side. For a few moments, they were just relaxing like that, both with their closed eyes, breathing in the air warmed by the crackling fire, listening to the tunes the vinyl played in the background. Harry broke the silence after several minutes.

“I wanted to ask you something,” he told the Animagus and sat up. Sirius changed into his human form and sat beside Harry.

“Yes? Whatever you’d like to know,” Sirius replied with a soft smile on his face. Harry smiled back at him – he loved to see that smile on his godfather’s face.

“How do you pick where to put your tattoos? I can’t decide where I want mine,” Harry asked him in one breath, getting anxious about it. He really wanted to get that tattoo.

Sirius’s smile grew wider. “Ah, the struggle of getting the first one. I was anxious about it too, don’t worry. There’s no pressure Harry, don’t stress it too much.” Sirius stood up and went to the kitchen.

Harry was confused at first, did he just leave him like that? But he could hear Sirius opening something and then the clinking of the glass. Few seconds later he returned with a bottle of Firewhisky and two glasses.

“What areas do you have in mind?”, he asked his godson while he was pouring them both a glass. “Surely you must have some spots you’re thinking about. Go on, share your ideas.” Sirius handed him the glass with an expectant look on his face.

“Either the stomach, chest to shoulders, or back. But I’m not sure about the back. I want to be able to see it.” Harry told Sirius, who gave him a look all over his seated body, probably thinking where it would look the best. His godfather's eyes felt like flames on his skin.

“Hmm,” was Sirius’ reply. “I think it would look great on both your shoulder, or your abdomen. However, I must warn you, the collarbone and chest are pretty painful as it’s a bone with almost no muscle or fat over it, and the stomach is soft, making it pretty sensitive. But nothing you can’t bear. I think it would look great on your chest though, starting with the scar from the locket–” the Animagus’ look grew soft but intense at the place where the scar was under the clothes– “That would look sick.” Sirius gave him a wide smile, full of pride. Harry’s heart skipped a beat.

They spent the rest of the evening together, sprawled in front of the fire, talking, and laughing. Enjoying life together. When Harry got tired, he gave his godfather a hug and went to his room. He lied on his bed, and replied the image of Sirius smiling at him, his eyes sparkling like stars. He got lost in the thoughts of them.

Harry was very grateful for having Sirius in his life. There was something about this man that made Harry almost addicted to him. He couldn’t quite place the feeling at first, he thought that maybe it was because Sirius was his only family, him and Remus often telling him about his parents, making him feel like he actually knew them.

Hermione agreed with this theory, that Harry just needed to have a real family so badly that he was clinging to his godfather, sharing life, and living with him. But when he told Draco about it when they had their one-on-one seeker match in the backyard of Malfoy Manor a week ago, something they enjoyed doing when they had their meetings after Harry had canceled his Auror training. The blond gave him a look that spoke for him, a smirk on his face, his eyes glistened.

“Have you ever thought about another man romantically Harry?” was all he said before he turned his broom around and sped away, leaving him in his own thoughts. Harry was taken aback for a moment. He never thought like that about Sirius, he was his godfather for fuck’s sake, but now when Draco hinted on it, was it possible? Could he be attracted to Sirius?

He knew that he was gay, his relationship with Ginny got weird after the war, and he realized why he didn’t feel attracted to her, or any other girl really. Ginny was more like a sister to him. He had a thing or few with some boys during his eight year, nothing serious, he just wanted to make sure, and he did. Harry was gay.

His mind now helpfully supplied the image of his godfather shirtless on his broom in a backyard, enjoying flight with Harry. It was one of those memories that came to his mind often. Was it because he liked Sirius? He usually ascribed it to the tattoos and his own want to have one.

“Are you coming or what?” Draco’s voice brought him back to reality. He was on the other side of the pitch, but Harry could see the look on the git’s face.

“I was just giving you a head start!” Harry yelled at the man, accepting the challenge. He darted after him, Draco responding fast, flying ahead.

Harry didn’t think about Draco’s words much, too afraid to know the answer, but now, one week after, with the image of that smile on Sirius’ face, his mind helpfully supplied images of all the looks and smiles Sirius had shared with Harry, and he could hear Draco’s voice in his head: “Have you ever thought about another man romantically Harry?”. Harry could see the image of Sirius without shirt again, standing in the garden. In his mind, he approached the man and carefully touched his naked back, going over his tattoos, over his spine, then moving in front of him and continuing doing the same on his front.

His cock twitched in his pants, and Harry realized he was half hard. He let out a little moan when the image in his mind switched into Sirius tracing over his chest where the tattoo would soon be. He could almost feel his fingers ghost over his skin, but not entirely. He needed more, so he touched himself there, imagining it was Sirius.

He gave another little moan when his hand slipped under his pajama bottom, his cock fully hard now. He stroked himself slowly, the touch soft, careful, the image of Sirius above him going over and over his skin. As the imaginary Sirius lowered himself, and his lips ghosted Harry’s neck, he stroked the place and squeezed his cock harder, speeding up. He could hear Sirius saying that he wanted him, wanted to taste him, feel him. Harry bit his lip to stop another, louder moan. He was thrusting into his hand now, his thumb stroking the sensitive head, imagining Sirius’s tongue there. The last vision took him over the edge and with his godfather’s name on his lips and the image of him in his head, Harry came, spilling his cum all over his hand and belly.

“Shit”, he told himself after he’d caught his breath again. He cleaned himself up and rolled to his side. He wasn’t ready to fully admit what was happening just yet, but he knew deep down that this was more than just a familial love. Still, he couldn’t help the warmth he felt thinking about his godfather in that way. He sighed, closing his eyes. ‘Not thinking about that yet, Harry, not yet…’ he told himself, letting the heaviness of the blanket over him ground him. As he was falling asleep, the images of his godfather filled his mind once again.

Sirius had cleared and disinfected the table in their kitchen, putting some cushioning charms on it to make it more comfortable. It was big enough for Harry to lay on, and high enough for Sirius to have him there comfortably for the process of tattooing his godson. He still couldn’t believe he was about to ink him for the rest of his life (or until he would really want to have it removed, which he hoped was never.). James would kill him, Sirius was sure about that. While he was very supportive when it came to Sirius’ first tattoo, and the second, and the next and so on… this was different. It was James’s son Sirius was about to paint on. But James wasn’t there to scold him, and Harry wanted it. And Sirius could never deny Harry anything. More importantly, Sirius wanted him to have it too.

He had put away all but two chairs and transfigured one of them into a stand for his tools and colors. They agreed to make a regular, muggle tattoo and do it the muggle way too. Sirius had told Harry about the feeling when the needle touches the skin, when the ink sinks under it. The excitement and adrenaline mixed with pain. One of his favorite feelings, having the needle touch him, trace his skin, leave color marks that would be permanently there, creating beautiful art that meant so much to him. The slight pain weirdly grounding, reminding him of realness.

“Are you ready, Harry?” Sirius called after having everything prepared, counted over several times to be sure he didn’t miss anything.

“Yes, sorry, I’m coming” replied Harry already on the stairs leading to the kitchen.

He was dressed only in gray sweatpants, since the tattoo would be on his chest, and Sirius gulped hard as he saw his godson approaching. His body was perfectly tanned and muscular, and Sirius had to resist the urge to reach out and touch him. He would get to do so, soon. Sirius mentally shook his head. He is your godson, for fuck’s sake!

Harry looked as anxious as he felt as he was positioning himself on the table, so Sirius gave him a reassuring look. It was ok, he could do this. He took a deep breath preparing himself for the worst.

“I have to make the outline for the tattoo first, I can’t do it freehand if you want it symmetrical.” Sirius laughed, but there was no mocking in his voice. He sounded fond. Harry’s heart was beating fast, and he wasn’t sure anymore what the cause was.

Sirius prepared all the important things, along with some special muggle paper for tattoos Harry had never seen before. He was sure this part could be done with magic, but he didn’t want to suggest it aloud. There was something about Sirius and the muggle process of getting tattoos, the whole process, and Harry didn’t want to ruin it for him. He loved to see Sirius so happy.

Sirius peeled the paper and pressed it onto Harry’s chest. He pressed every edge and piece to his skin to stick there well, caressing Harry’s skin, tenderly, gently. Even though the paper was a thin barrier between Sirius’ hand and Harry’s chest, Sirius couldn’t help the shiver that ran through his spine. He imagined having Harry in his bed, stroking his chest, the emerald eyes burying into his steel ones. Harry shivered under his hands and Sirius snapped back to reality. He cleared his throat as he removed the paper, the antlers with lilies growing around them perfect on his chest up to his shoulders. He put on the glows, got his needle onto his little machine, put a bit of Vaseline on his hand and filled the needle with black ink.

“The outlines are the worst part in my opinion. It has to be precise, strong, so if it hurts, please tell me.” Sirius told him. Harry nodded.

As the process began, first it didn’t feel that bad. Sirius asked him about every minute if it was okay, making sure Harry wasn’t in pain. He gradually stopped asking, and Harry started to feel the pain more, but he went through much worse than this. It felt almost nice compared to the many things he experienced at the Dursleys’ as well as fighting Voldemort and his little Death Eaters all the years, the Triwizard tournament, the Auror training.

He closed his eyes and thought about the hands pressing to his chest just minutes prior. The tender touch, just enough pressure. He didn’t feel anything like that before. No one touched him so, sexually, before. Such a simple, innocent touch, yet he felt like he wanted, needed more. He wished Sirius kept touching him like that, and it seemed his wishes were granted. Sirius took a paper towel and soaked it in water, and gently swiped the outlined tattoo. Harry didn’t even realize how much time he’d spent fantasizing about Sirius’ touch on his skin, but the whole outline was already done. Sirius took the Vaseline again, spreading it over it.

“Let’s have a little break, okay? Then we move onto the colors.” Sirius told him, and Harry gladly accepted, his senses returning and now feeling a bit of pain. Sirius put a paper towel on his tattoos to protect them while they waited a bit for his skin to calm down.

Meanwhile, they went out into the garden for a cig, or at least Sirius did. Harry was so excited about the whole thing he didn’t really pay much attention to the pain of it, so when Sirius asked how he was feeling, he just smiled widely and shrugged.

“Great actually. I can’t wait for it to be done.” His smile not fading at all, even though Sirius was sure the shrugged hat to at least sting a bit. Sirius reciprocated the smile, ruffling Harry’s hair.

Sirius knew he found his godson attractive, and was ready for this situation being highly erotic, drawing on the young man, touching him on the intimate parts – breasts. But he needed the cigarette badly, if he was supposed to finish the tattoo without bending Harry over and fucking him into the table, the cushioning beneath him reapplied where the fresh ink was. Merlin, he couldn’t stop imagining giving Harry light kisses from his collar bone down to the line of hair disappearing under his pants, and then continuing down over his sweatpants, leaving a wet mark there from both, his mouth and Harry’s leaking cock. He took a drag on the cigarette again, a deep inhale and held it in for a few seconds. Then, deep exhale. He had to clear his mind if he wanted to finish the job without harassing his godson.

As they returned to the table to finish up the tattoo, Harry became even more excited. Sirius got his colors ready, disinfected the tattoo and got back into the work, seemingly just wanting to be done with it. It was taking much longer than Harry had anticipated.

As Sirius began to fill the lines, Harry became unsure whether what he liked and was excited about was about the tattoo itself, or Sirius touching his bare skin again. He watched his godfather’s hands shift on his bare torso, feeling the touch more than the needle pricking his skin, concentrating on the resting hand over his breast. He imagined Sirius brushing his thumb over the nipple, the image making him gasp.

“Did it hurt? Sorry, pup, this is a sensitive spot to get tattooed on. Do you need a break?”

Harry, happy that his gasp was mistaken for pain, just shook his head, not trusting himself to speak. He closed his eyes, trying to think of something else than his godfather above him, touching him. Sirius’ hair brushed Harry’s abdomen and Harry had to take a deep breath again. Good thing the tattoo was supposed to hurt like hell, he could mask his apparent arousal for pain. However, his already hardening cock from his overly active imagination would surely betray him.

No way could he get half hard from pain, unless, maybe, he might as well like the pain mixed with pleasure. He started thinking about it more, his breathing getting heavier as he realized the pain combined with the image of Sirius above him, touching him, sucking on his neck, nipples, going down to his stomach, to the hem of his pants, was doing something to him. He dared to open an eye to see what Sirius was doing, relieved to see him concentrating hard on the tattoo again. His half hard cock was now apparent in his trousers. Did he like the idea of Sirius knowing about it? About liking the pain with the soft touches. Would he even realize that it was the image of him sucking Harry’s cock that was making Harry hard even through the pain? Part of him wanted Sirius to look over at his manhood, see what he was causing. He wanted to tease him, to make him feel how Harry felt. The other part of him knew how wrong it was. Sirius was his godfather, and he was the age of his father. No way they could ever be together. Harry didn’t mind, but Sirius would for sure protest.

Harry’s gasps, being it from pain or not, were making Sirius’ head spin. He felt his trousers getting tighter between his legs, his cock hardening as he listened to the heavy breathing of his godson while touching his skin. His hand was dangerously close to Harry’s nipple, and he wanted to run his thumb over it, suck at it until it became all red and swollen. The pleasure with the pain of the tattoo, fuck. Sirius wanted the boy badly. Remus would laugh his ass off at how desperate Sirius became. Even worse than in his teenage years, and that was something to say.

While Harry’s eyes were closed, he risked a glance down at the disappearing hairline, to his cock. Sirius noticed it was half hard. Gray sweatpants were the Devil’s invention, and Sirius liked anything connected to the "prince of darkness". He couldn’t dare to spare a thought of hope of it being due to him, but Merlin, he wanted to. He wanted to be the one making Harry hard. But what else could it be if, not what was happening now. Pain itself wouldn’t cause an erection, even if he liked it. Maybe Harry was imagining someone else? He glanced back at the boy as if trying to read his mind, and the green eyes opened. Sirius quickly glanced back down at the tattoo; the little pause probably made Harry wonder why he wasn’t doing anything.

“Done,” Sirius told Harry as he conjured a big mirror for him to look at it.

Harry grinned widely.

“Thank you! It’s beautiful,” he said as he observed his chest.

“Stay still please, I need to wash it and put a foil on it,” Sirius laughed fondly. Harry was far too excited.

When all was done, Harry hugged Sirius, causing his whole chest to hurt, and he flinched.

“Careful, pup. It’s going to hurt for several days. Now, let’s go over how to care for it, even though I’m still gonna be here.”

“Wait, it needs some special treatment? I never see you do anything special with yours.”

Sirius laughed at that.

“That’s because you need to take more care of the fresh tattoo, and then, all you need to do is use sun-blockers. And thankfully, the magical ones are even better than the muggle ones,” Sirius explained.

“Now, once the foil starts to get off, which is usually four to ten days, you need to wash it with antibacterial soap several times a day, and pat it dry very gently with something soft. Never rub it. Wait for a few minutes to let it dry well, and then put a thick lotion on it. I already bought you one, it’s in the bathroom. Take care of it this way for a few days, and then you’re good with washing it twice, then once, and moisturizing it. After two weeks you are definitely good with moisturizing it only occasionally. And never go outside without a good sun-blocking charm!”

Harry was staring at Sirius, having never realized how much work went into the whole thing. He always just admired Sirius with his tattoos. Well, he’d better listen to him.

“I’m probably gonna write it all down, so I don’t forget.” Harry told Sirius, and Sirius burst into laughter.

“Don’t worry Harry, I’ll be reminding you until it becomes your second nature.” Sirius smiled sincerely and ruffled Harry’s hair.

“Tea?” Sirius asked.

“Please,” Harry replied.

They made tea and settled in front of the hearth with it. Harry was so happy about his new tattoo, and so overwhelmed by all the care he needed to remember for it, that he forgot about his lustful thoughts and went on with his day as if anyone else with a new tattoo. He just felt more connected to his parents, a sense of pride washing over him, as if the two were watching over him with fondness.

The following day, Harry had woken up aching. The tattoo had woken him up several times during the night, and every time he moved, he could feel it. It wasn’t that bad, he had much worse, but still, he hoped he didn’t have to wake up in any form of pain (perhaps other than the one from hangover, but he had potions for that) ever again. He took a shower and put on his pants and a loose shirt. He could smell coffee and pancakes as he padded down the stairs. Sirius was standing by the kitchen aisle preparing food, whistling a melody.

As soon as Harry saw him, he started to feel strange. Anxious, or uneasy, which was strange for him. Sirius looked at him with his typical charming smile, and Harry felt his cheeks redden. He quickly accioed a glass and filled it with water.

“How did you sleep, pup?”

“Better than back in the days, worse than past months,” Harry replied laughingly.

“Yeah, the first night is always the worst, but it will be okay from now on, I promise.” Sirius approached, looking at the new tattoo. Harry felt the anxious feeling again. He tried to calm his mind, but he could feel his heart racing. He wasn’t sure what was happening to him. Nothing had changed between them, had it? Nothing had happened, so Harry wasn’t sure why he suddenly reacted so strongly at these small gestures from his godfather. He just hoped Sirius wouldn’t notice. He didn’t want to fuck things up just because he couldn’t hide his stupid feelings. He had to calm down and act normal, or else he could pack his things and move to Draco’s, and never see his godfather ever again. Bye goes the Marauders legacy, bye goes his family, bye goes his full moon family dinners. Fuck, he had to get his fucking mind together and stop acting like an idiot.

Sirius could see the reactions his godson made every time he approached or smiled at him. He tried not to let it show. Sirius didn’t want Harry to feel uncomfortable, and if he did, he was immensely sorry. He had to make it up to him, stop letting his feelings get a hold of him. He couldn’t let show his stupid teenage-like love for his godson, the only family relationship they both had left. He had to make it up to him and be the old Sirius he used to be, the crazy godfather he always was, and most importantly, never touch his godson’s skin again.

Days passed and the shared awkwardness between them didn’t go away. Sirius tried to be goofy like he used to be, and at every possible occasion reminded Harry of being his godfather.

“Harry, the day your father and mother told me I’d be your godfather was the best day of my life.” Sirius stopped midway to the fridge to put away the milk. It came so randomly it took Harry a moment to comprehend what Sirius was even saying. He just smiled awkwardly at Sirius. Merlin, did he have to remind him so often how fucked up his love for him was? He knew it damn well without the constant reminder.

“I’m happy they did Sirius, I really am.” Because in a way, he was. If they didn’t make this decision, who knows if Harry even got to know Sirius. Or if he ever gave him the chance to explain what truly happened that night.

The day went on relatively normal, or as normal as it could be for Sirius and Harry at least. By three o’clock, Remus and Draco stopped by. Harry was still sore from his first tattoo, and torn about the whole horny thing, he just needed to see Draco, while Sirius and Remus were out in the wild.

The friendship between those two was so unexpected and yet very expected at the same time. There was always something between them, they needed to know every step of the other, always watching each other. There were nights which Sirius, Harry, Ron, and Hermione spent drinking and talking about everything Sirius had missed, about the obsession, about the bathroom incident with Draco. Of course, the suspicions were real at the end, however Draco saved Harry in the Manor, and Harry saved Draco in the Fiendfyre.

And at the end, when the war came, Narcissa saved Harry’s life once again, and by doing that, had greatly helped him win the war. The Malfoys turned neutral.

At first, Harry was angry at Draco. At all he had done, all that had happened, all his father was responsible for. The confusion between helping Harry and doing all the bad things. During the Hogwarts reparations, Harry and his friends all came to help. The Malfoys donated a lot of money, but it was more forced than genuine. However, when Draco showed up to do the dirty work, the hard work, to actually help with reparations… Harry had to talk to the blond. And so, they did. They explained their situations; well, at the beginning it was more about shouting. But after some weeks spent together, working together instead of against each other, things had started to change between them.

They had realized they had much more in common than what was separating them. And even things they were different in, made them grow closer, like two magnets attracting each other. But it was more like finding the piece that was missing all along to make a complete person. Not romantically, not at all. Their souls were broken, and they repaired them together, like they repaired the castle. They helped each other mend the broken pieces, they helped each other heal enough to stop the nightmares that still crept into their sleeps.

When the eighth year had begun, the nights when they woke from such nightmares, they were sending each other Patronuses (Harry taught Draco how to do it. His happiest memory was with his friends Pansy and Blaise after the war, all safe and happy about finally being free.) and were meeting in the Astronomy tower. First, it brought bitter memories of the night when Dumbledore was killed, but it proved useful, as their topics grew deeper, and heavier.

However, when Harry tried to open the topic of the Mark, things got bad. This was the time when Harry found Draco in the bathroom. Harry knew Draco tried to get rid of it several times, but the last time, Harry blamed himself for that. Things were tough after that. Harry and Draco were still keeping their friendship a secret, Draco still got a lot of hate and was scared people would blame him for using some spells on Harry. Harry, on the other hand, was doing his best to clean Draco’s name, and persuade people to give him a chance. And using the fact that Severus Snape was a Death Eater and at the same time a hero who saved many, and several times, Harry managed to teach Draco to look at the Mark differently. To see it as his growth, rather than downfall. An opportunity to show people that anyone could change, and that sometimes we make bad decisions, but for good reasons. When Draco gained some confidence, the boys finally declared they had become friends. Of course, first, it was to Hermione and Ron. And Sirius and Remus, and Draco to his mother. His relationship with his father had improved, however Draco still didn’t feel like sharing his life with the man. But that was okay, as long as it was what Draco wanted.

The look on Ron’s face when they finally came clean will be forever engraved into Harry’s memory. Sirius wasn’t the happiest about it either, but he quickly realized once Harry set his mind, there'd be no way to change it. He eventually gave him the chance. Sirius was just happy that his godson was happy, and nothing else mattered.

The others eventually came around too, and now, no one could imagine it being anyway different.

Today, Teddy was with Andromeda, his grandmother. She and Narcissa liked to take him for a few days or nights, and Teddy always enjoyed it. Remus on the other hand wasn’t the biggest fan of their tea parties with pastries, and Teddy running around him in circles for hours, singing and clapping and jumping, climbing atop of him, until he eventually just dropped somewhere in the house and immediately fell asleep. Great days, really. So usually, the ladies had him on nights that did not involve transformations into animals.

This day was an exception, however. Remus needed to talk to Harry.

Remus visited the Grimmauld Place often. He always took Teddy with him, to play with his godfather Harry. They often all sit in the huge living room, Harry entertaining the metamorphmagus while chatting with the adults, unless Teddy is too lively, and Harry has to follow him around or play catch in the garden. During full moons, Harry is the one taking care of Teddy while Remus and Sirius roam the forest in their animal forms. The following day Sirius takes care of Teddy until Sirius is ready for the day, and then they together entertain the little ball of energy while his father sleeps off the transformation exhaustion and pain. The two occasionally check on him, bring him water, potions, salve, whatever he needs. Remus was very grateful for having them in his life.

That’s why the werewolf started to get suspicious of what he was seeing every time he visited. He knew Sirius all too well, no matter the twelve years of not seeing him. Some things never change, and anyway it was some time since he had him back in his life, so at this point they knew each other through and through again.

At first, he only saw a love Sirius was denied for so long, after so many years finally being reunited with his godson, whom he had last seen as not even one year old. Harry being in school most of the times, or fighting evil, it was normal the way Sirius was every time Harry had been around.

After the war, when Harry had moved in, Remus just thought it was them finally enjoying being able to be together, with no fear, no war looming above them. That it will get less intense as they get used to each other.

What he did not expect was that it went the opposite way. Remus could practically see the force of the process of his best friend falling in love with his godson. While they weren’t technically family, Remus didn’t feel like this was appropriate. Harry was much younger than Sirius, moreover he thought about him as his only family. The werewolf loved his best friend, and he couldn’t bear the thought of him getting hurt for falling in love with Harry. And if it got too obvious, he risked losing Harry, and Harry would lose the closest family he had. He didn’t want to see that happening, he had to do something.

They were sitting in the garden, Harry having Teddy on his broom with him, hovering just above the ground, still having the cushioning charms beneath just to be sure. The laugh of the little child echoed through the whole garden. No one could deny him that kind of happiness. Remus and Sirius were sitting on the porch, drinking beer, and enjoying the not too warm sun. They were watching the two fondly. Remus sneaked a look at Sirius and kept watching him for a bit. Sirius hadn’t even noticed Remus watching him, his eyes focused on Harry.

“Pads,” the werewolf said with a kind of heaviness in his voice.

“Mmm?” Was all Sirius had replied to that, his eyes still fixated on Harry.

“I know you like him.”

That made Sirius’ head snap at him.

“Of course, I like him, Moony, he is my godson. No need to state the obvious. And he is a great man, I'll let you know that.” Sirius laughed, but his brows were drawn together in slight concern. Moony would never just dumbly state the obvious. He should brace himself for whatever the wolf was about to declare. Remus gave him an unimpressed look.

“You know what I meant, Sirius. I know you too well, seen you fall in love before. Ah-“ he sighted, his hand coming through his hair.

“- Look , I get it. He is an attractive young gentleman. He is sweet and caring, and you live here together. You’ve been denied this kind of love for way too long. But he is your godson, Sirius, you are his only family. Don’t break the hearts of both of you.” His eyes were soft on Sirius, while Sirius was looking down. Remus squeezed his knee and went to hug him, but Sirius pushed him away.

“There is no point in denying anything, I know. You’ve been on the receiving end of that some years ago yourself-“ he laughed softly with a slight blush to his cheeks, mirrored by the werewolf, “-but I can’t help it, Moony. At first, I thought it was only the joy of finally having him in my life. Finally, being the piece of family he needed. And I needed it, too. He reminded me so much of James. I don’t even know when it happened, Moony.” He put his hand in his hair, rubbing at his head, looking down.

“I just. At some point I stopped thinking about him as my precious godson, and started thinking about him as the handsome, amazing, strong young man. And ever since he wanted me to do the tattoo? Fuck. You can’t imagine what that did to me.” His cheeks grew pink. The werewolf looked at him with a mix of pity and understanding.

“The idea of being able to draw on him, touch his skin-“

“Eeeew, too much information, Padfoot.” Remus interrupted him. They both just laughed.

“God, I’m so screwed Remus, aren’t I? I just have to push it down and act normal. Or as normal as it is possible for me.” He barked a laugh, but it was more sad than happy. Remus looked at him apologetically. That was when they got interrupted.

“Hello, guys, what have you been talking about?” Harry frowned at the two men looking kind of sad. The sleepy metamorphmagus rubbing at his eyes in Harry’s arms did grabby hands at his dad, who took him eagerly, kissing his head.

“Hello, boys, did you enjoy your time on brooms?” Remus asked both of them although clearly, he wanted his son to answer. The boy nodded his head, his hair changing from raven similar to Harry’s back to his usual turquoise.

“Do you want Harry to get you in bed, darling?” Remus asked his child lovingly, and both adults next to them softened at the exchange in front of them. When Teddy nodded again, yawning through the process, Harry smiled and took him from Remus’ arms talking softly at the child while taking him upstairs.

Sirius and Remus shared a look and finished their beers. Remus patted Sirius’ leg and stood up.

“I’d better check on those two and kiss Teddy goodnight.” Remus declared and Sirius nodded, both going back inside.

While Sirius made his way to the living room waiting for the rest of the party, Remus made his way upstairs to see his child and Harry. He was going to use this moment to his advantage, see how Harry was feeling living with Sirius and all.

“Hey, Harry, can I talk to you real quick?” the werewolf asked quietly after they had put Teddy into his little bed.

“Sure Moony, what’s up?” They walked out, and Harry quietly closed the door to Teddy’s room, and ushered Remus into his. They sat down on his bed.

“Um, Harry, how to – well – “ Harry looked at Remus suspiciously. The werewolf usually didn’t struggle to talk about things with him.

“Spill it out Remus.” Harry gave Remus an unimpressed look. He didn’t know what this could have been about.

“Ah. Harry, you know, our hearts do not always seem to be logical, but if it desires something, hardly anything can stop it. Whatever it is your heart desires, don’t fight it. I – I didn’t want to encourage this at first, but after today. I think it would be good for you.” Harry blushed the shade of Gryffindor red.

“Wh- what are you talking about Moony?” He tried to play dumb, but he could feel the heat on his face, and he was sure that the werewolf could pick up the fear in his voice too. Hell, he probably smelled his lie, especially since it was the evening of the full moon. Harry mentally slapped himself.

“Whatever, Harry, just remember, I support you.” And with a small smile he stood up and went back down.

Harry stayed sitting on his bed, frozen on the spot. Could Remus know? Of course, he did, he fucking knows everything, damn the wolf. But Remus was Sirius’ best friend. Could that mean Sirius felt the same? Of course not, Remus just didn’t want to hurt Harry even more. But then, why would he even acknowledge it? Harry was panicking so hard he didn’t even notice Draco enter the room. His quick reflexes had him holding the blond tight the second he got close to Harry.

“Oh sorry, reflex. I didn’t notice you,”

“Of course, you didn’t, you idiot,” Draco slapped his hand, “-you were too busy moping here that Remus noticed.” Draco smirked.

“And how the hell do YOU know that?”

“Ah Harry, please, you two are so obvious it hurts.” Draco rolled his eyes theatrically.

“What do you mean?” Harry looked at him confused.

“Stupid oblivious Gryffindors. Are you seriously that blind Harry? Just open your eyes finally.” Draco turned around and left. Harry stared at his door with a raised eyebrow for a second, before he decided to run downstairs. What the fuck had these two planned?! Did they both go mental or what!?

“You’re not half as bad Malfoy,” Remus was looking into the distance, but he could feel the shocked stare of the younger man. He was standing in front of the huge glass window just opposite the stairs.

It took Draco a moment to process the sentence. Of course, Remus could hear everything up there, his senses so heightened Draco wondered how he could not go crazy. He cleared his throat:

“Please, call me Draco.”

“Very well, Draco, then, call me Remus.” Remus smiled softly, one eyebrow raised in surprise.

The two shook hands and smiled at each other.

“I’m glad you and Harry became friends after all. Without all the bad influence, you seem pretty decent. And Harry is doing really well, I’m sure it is partly thanks to you, too.” The wolf told him. Draco’s pale cheeks blushed, and the blond could feel the heat on them. His gaze went down, not daring to look at the werewolf.

“You look great with Teddy, Harry. Really. I know you want to have a big family, don’t you think it was about time to confess to Sirius? I believe he feels the same Harry. Just look at how he looks at you, how he teases you, occasionally hugs you and wraps his arm around you. That’s not just a 'godfather to godson’ relationship. What are you so scared of?”

It was Harry’s turn to blush now. He really wanted Sirius to have family with him, but it wasn’t that easy. Draco didn’t know Sirius that well. If Harry was honest with himself, he didn’t know that much about him either. Did Sirius and Remus really date in school? Harry sighed.

“Draco. It isn’t like that, and you know it. He is my godfather, and he was in Azkaban, alone, for so long. He’s starved for touch, for love. And he knows about my past, and he wants to make up for everything he missed during my growing up. I can’t just confess to my own godfather that I love him romantically, instead of the family he is to me. And the refusal, I can’t take that. I can’t lose him again.” He buried his fingers in his hair, eyes shining slightly. Draco looked at him sincerely, his arm on Harry’s shoulder. Harry looked up, the shine different now, dangerous. Draco quickly took a step back, knowing damn well what that shine meant.

“Besides, who are you to tell me to make a move? Don't think I haven’t realized how you look at Remus. It might have taken me long to realize my own feelings, but I can see how you are with Moony. And it seems I’m not the only one who noticed.” Harry raised his eyebrow challengingly.

The two bickered some more, teasing the other about their crushes, trying to persuade the other that the men of their desires loved them back. The blushes turned to laughs and the teasing into fantasies about their lives if their feelings were reciprocated. The talk soon took a turn into more intimate images the other refused to see in their mind.

“Oh, sweet Merlin, please stop, I don’t want to imagine that! Why would you want Sirius to lick your neck while fucking?! You know his animagus form is a dog, right? That’s weird Harry!” but Harry just laughed at Draco’s expression of disgust. It was something Harry liked, the sensation of a tongue softly caressing the sensitive skin on his neck.

The footsteps coming from the staircase shook both young men daydreaming about the older two, back into reality. They hadn’t realized it was so late already. The sun was down, but not hidden yet, and Sirius and Remus came to the living room, curious looks on their faces on what made the boys giggle and blush as two teenage girls.

Harry wanted another tattoo. He wanted to continue the legacy of the Marauders with Sirius and Remus. He felt obliged in a way, being a Potter after all. He knew he could never replace his father, but he wanted to do this. After all, he was well acquainted with the map during his school years, as well as involved in all kinds of mischief. He, of course, discussed it with Sirius and Remus. The debate got emotional, all three of them having tears in their eyes. As expected, Sirius broke down crying while sharing stories with them, and Remus laughed with him, reminiscing of the good old days. If he had the ability to cry, he would for sure cry too.

At the end, they all shared a big hug, full of unspoken words of love. They agreed on the same tattoo as the two remaining original Marauders had, the footprints.

Harry wanted them to go from his heart around the antlers and disappear into the lilies. He didn’t want too many of them of course, they would end just at the mirror side of his right breast.

Sirius prepared things the exact same way as they were when Harry was getting his first tattoo. The memories of that day came back as vivid as if it was just yesterday, despite it being months ago. Sirius had his classic black ripped jeans on, with a Rolling Stones cropped top and Merlin, Harry was getting hard just by the look at his godfather. His feelings were clear now, strong, and he desperately wanted to make a move. Despite being a Gryffindor, he still felt scared. This was different, Sirius was his only remaining family. He didn’t want to ruin anything between them.

Harry opted for jeans this time. Nice, light blue, slim fitted jeans. His muscular legs were perfect in them, and Sirius had a hard time peeling his eyes off him. His feelings only grew stronger, and he was sure the boy was going to ruin him for good. More importantly, he wanted to ruin Harry. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer, especially not when he had the man lying on the table underneath his arms, half naked.

The tattooing went the same way as the first time. Both men barely managed to hide their arousals. The touches were so electric, sending waves of lust into their stomachs. As Sirius was finishing a last footprint on Harry’s chest, he hit a nerve and Harry grabbed his other arm tightly, sighing from pain.

“Sorry,” murmured Sirius.

“It’s okay, not your fault,” Harry replied through gritted teeth. It was almost done, he’d manage it. Although he didn’t let go of Sirius’ biceps. Neither of the men minded the hand.

When the tattoo was finally done, Sirius cleaned it and disinfected it, leaving it to dry, observing the beautiful work of art, both the tattoo and the man. Harry looked gorgeous with the tattoos, and Sirius couldn’t resist touching him, pretending to get some dirt away.

Harry felt Sirius’ touch on his stomach, enjoying the feel of it. He wished the touch would continue, exploring more parts of his body. He knew Sirius was probably just putting away some dirt or hair from Harry, but he hoped his hand would stay there. For a moment, it seemed like his wish would be granted, the hand stayed there as emerald eyes met steel. Sirius abruptly turned away, getting out the foil. Harry sighed quietly, not letting his disappointment show.

Sirius put the foil gently on him and helped him sit up. As it was done, he conjured a mirror for him to look at the new tattoo.

“It’s perfect!” Harry exclaimed.

“It looks so much better than I imagined. It’s amazing, Harry. You look amazing.”

Harry blushed slightly as he looked at his godfather, their eyes locking again. This time, there was so much more in both of those, the pull almost magnetic. Time seemed to stop, the entire world ceased to exist, it was only the two of them.

Sirius put his hand on Harry’s chest, sliding it over the ink, moving it to the right nipple. Harry took a deep breath, not breaking the gaze. Sirius' other arm moved to grab Harry’s thigh and pushed him closer to him, locking his right leg between Sirius’. Sirius' mouth replaced the thumb on the nipple as he sucked it in, his tongue playing with the hardening tip. Harry arched back, his chest still stinging from the tattoo, but the sensation of Sirius’ mouth so electric that it pulsed through his whole body, Harry momentarily forgetting the pain of fresh ink on his chest. Sirius moved up, searching for Harry’s lips, and Harry accepted eagerly.

As their mouths met, it felt so surreal, Harry had to make sure he wasn’t dreaming it up. He grabbed a hold of Sirius’ hair, playing with them, squeezing his neck, and pulling on the hair slightly.

Their tongues danced against each other, battling for the entrance into the mouth of the other, searching every bit of the inside, as if it was the last thing they got to do in their lives.

Sirius stood Harry up, dragging down his jeans, as Harry tried to get rid of Sirius’. Sirius took off his shirt too, throwing it away, getting rid of his underwear, and pulling Harry’s down as well. Sirius took a seat on the table now, urging Harry to sit on him. Their laps met, their half-erected cocks rubbing against each other, as they continued to kiss passionately.

Sirius was stronger than he looked like, and Harry was surprised how effortlessly he lifted them both up and shifted them, so Harry was lying on his back, Sirius over him. Sirius gave Harry one more kiss before moving down between his legs.

“Oh my god!” Harry exclaimed as Sirius’ mouth touched his cock. His eyes fell shut. It was way too long since he was with someone, and his first time with another man. It felt amazing, he wanted it to last forever and at the same time to come already.

He was getting close, his balls tightening, as he warned Sirius. The man didn’t seem to bother, continuing his work, his tongue twisting and sliding over the exposed head of Harry’s cock, then letting it slide deep inside his throat, just as Harry came. Sirius swallowed every last drop of his cum, licking the sensitive tip, making it twitch. He climbed up and kissed Harry again, passionately, devouring his mouth. Harry didn’t mind tasting himself, eagerly brushing his tongue against Sirius’. His senses still hadn’t come fully back to him as Sirius grabbed his hand and put it on his erection. It felt so big, so similar, yet so different to his own. He started stroking him as they continued to kiss. Sirius pushed himself up, and Harry followed.

“It’s my first time,” he said, a bit of embarrassment clear in his voice.

“Don’t worry, it will be amazing,” Sirius assured him, and Harry lowered his head.

Sirius’ cock was big, and the first time he put it into his mouth he only managed to fit a half of it in. He was surprised how effortlessly Sirius did it, sure there wasn’t that big of a difference. He tried to swirl his tongue around the head, just like Sirius did. When Sirius started panting, and making those delicious noises, Harry grew more confident, trying to fit more in. He hoped he got to practice more, and this wasn’t only a spur of a moment thing.

“I’m close,” Sirius told him, and with one last suck, his cock slipped out of Harry’s mouth. He immediately went to kiss Sirius, continuing it way after Sirius’s cock was all spent. After the semen started to dry on them, they finally parted, cleaning themselves up.

They stayed on the table, Harry observing all of Sirius’ tattoos. He’d always been fascinated by them. After several minutes of tattoo talk, they got dressed and cleaned up the kitchen, putting it into the original state.

“Tea?” Sirius asked after everything was clean.

“Please.” Harry smiled at him, leaning against the door.

Sirius put on the kettle, took out their mugs and set them on the table. Took out the dried herbs and put a teaspoon into each of the cups. The sound of warming water was the only thing filling the room. When the kettle whistled, he poured the water in both cups.

“Let’s go to the living room,” Sirius suggested, and they made their way there.

They sat down on the couch, close to each other, but not touching. Both felt a bit awkward, not sure what was going to happen now.

“So,” Harry began.

“So,” Sirius replied, looking at Harry who was already watching him.

“Sirius-”

“Harry-”

They both began at the same time. Both laughed, the tension leaving their bodies a bit.

“I need to know, was this only a one-time thing for you, or did you mean it?” Harry asked him, playing with the cup in his hands.

“Harry... I- if I’m honest with you – “ and Harry prepared for the crush of his whole world.

“ – I wanted to do this for far too long. I will understand if you don’t want it to happen ever again. Or even if you wanted to move out, although this house is big enough, we could both live here still, you don’t need to leave- “

“Sirius, calm down, – ” Harry told Sirius and partially to himself, freaking out inside.

“ – I don’t want to leave. Especially now. Did you really want to do it before as well? I mean, do you still want to?” He blushed slightly

“Yes, Harry. Merlin, Harry, I wanted this for so long, I thought I could only hope. I- “

He was interrupted by a kiss. Sirius put his mug away, holding Harry closer to him, deepening the kiss. They kissed a bit more, before they finally parted, huge grins on both of their faces.

“You have no idea how happy I am right now,” Harry rested his head on Sirius’ shoulder, entwining their fingers on Sirius’ lap.

The whole pack has agreed on making a tradition of full moon gatherings. Remus would come with Teddy as always, but Harry didn’t want to be alone the whole night and then part of the day, while Padfoot was sleeping off their night-time shenanigans. Of course, Sirius usually slept only until around lunchtime, but still. Harry didn’t like to be entirely alone with the child, if anything happened, he would be doomed. So, they agreed to have Draco around as well. The one time after the tattoo, he left just before the moon went up, so there was no risk of Moony smelling a newer person so close to his family. Maybe when Teddy gets older, the younger men can become animagi too and join the former Marauders.

The morning of the first full moon together, Harry was up first, getting ready the beds, preparing breakfast, cleaning the mess often left behind him and Sirius after late-night chilling by the fire, the music playing just loud enough. Those were Harry’s favorite moments, both men curled on the couch together with blankets, the heat from the fireplace like a nice warm touch to their skin. Two glasses of Firewhisky and the sensational smell of his godfather. The musk and spicy cologne, the mix of the alcohol, the smell of the gently floral shampoo. They often laid there with their eyes closed, Sirius’ foot moving to the rhythm, sometimes softly hummed melody of his favorite songs that Harry often found himself singing and humming too. As he pointed his wand on the blankets to fold themselves and clean and put away the glasses, he closed his eyes for a second, and inhaled deeply. He wished to have Sirius that way, to kiss every tattoo on his body, to cradle his fingers through his hair, to kiss those soft, pink lips.

The cracks of the stairs woke him from his trance as Sirius walked down the stairs. Harry was either fantasizing for too long, or his godfather woke up unexpectedly early.

“Morning, pup,” he greeted, hugging Harry softly for a brief moment.

“Morning, Pads, you’re up early” Harry frowned at his godfather.

“I couldn’t sleep. This is the first full moon Draco will stay here. And I know Remus will come earlier today, because he hates people seeing “the monster” he becomes.” Sirius rolled his eyes at those words. “If you saw us. We hunt, play chase, and then cuddle up as two fur balls and fall asleep. Not really what a monster would do, is it?” He laughed and shook his head. He understood why Remus felt that way.

Harry knew Sirius was stressed about that too, otherwise he wouldn’t be up so early. And Draco was trying to play it cool when they talked about it, but Harry could see the tension and stress in his icy-gray eyes. But Remus was with Draco on the night of transformation a few times, Moony probably knows his scent now too. Remus and Draco grew quite close anyway, Moony could for sure feel that Harry had no doubt.

Sirius put his music to play, while Harry prepared four cups of coffee, and one cocoa for all of them to enjoy when they arrived, which should be soon. Then, the boys started preparing some breakfast for everyone. Fruit and porridge, that should give them energy. Right when food was ready to be served, the green flames roared in the fireplace, and Remus with Teddy stepped right through. The older man took his shrunken bag out of his pocket and resized it, sending it upstairs, while Teddy ran straight to Harry’s awaiting arms.

“Hello kiddo.” Harry had a huge grin on his face and Teddy giggled when Harry kissed his head. Teddy’s hair immediately turned to mimic those of Harry.

“What about uncle Sirius, Ted?!” Sirius acted horrified. The toddler didn’t even bother to greet him. Teddy immediately extended his hands towards Sirius, and he took him eagerly, kissing his forehead and tickling his belly. Few more giggles later, there was the sound of the fireplace again, revealing Draco now, who brushed the excess powder off of him.

“Ah, just in time!” Sirius declared putting the toddler down to his transformed chair by the table, so Remus could easily feed Teddy and himself too. Draco sent his trunk flying upstairs and after a quick hands wash, they all set down to eat.

After breakfast, the whole pack wanted to spend some time together, enjoying the last warm rays of sunshine. With the autumn weather, the rainy days would soon start, and while during the day wearing a nice hoodie was nice, the evenings for sure required some fire already. The little devil was full of energy, his hair switching from raven messy dark mop, as Draco still liked to refer to it, and Teddy eagerly repeated the word over and over, to platinum blond. Draco raised an eyebrow at Teddy every time the metamorphmagus “stole” his hair, but everyone could see how fond and happy Draco felt. The pride was practically pouring out of him. He still hated his past, and often felt like he didn’t deserve Harry’s forgiveness, and definitely not Sirius and Remus’. But the child didn’t care about his past, Teddy only knew this Draco, Draco who would play catch with him, Draco who would panic if Harry took Teddy a bit higher on his broom than he perceived safe (which was any bit higher than Harry still having his feet almost touching the ground), the Draco that liked to sing songs to him, and damn his voice was so beautiful when he sang.

Draco and Harry took off on their brooms for a bit, leaving Teddy with his father and Padfoot. Teddy loved to play with the dog as much as Padfoot loved the attention from the toddler. The giggles of the child were echoing through the whole garden.

“You know, Draco, you’re amazing with Teddy. He loves you almost as much as he loves me, and that is something to say.” Harry laughed and Draco rolled his eyes at him.

“Potter. Of course, the child likes me almost as much. He doesn’t know me that well yet.” Harry frowned at that, ready to argue with Draco’s self-deprecating talk again, but the Slytherin continued before Harry had his chance to say something.

“When he gets to know me properly, he’ll love me much more than you. Just wait.” The blond smirked and did a Loop-the-Loop in the air.

“Show off.” Harry rolled his eyes but started laughing, joining Draco higher in the air.

While the two were having fun on their brooms, Sirius used the time alone with his friend to ask something he had noticed.

“So. Moony.” The animagus smirked. Remus knew whatever was about to come, he wouldn’t like it.

“Yes, Pads?” He asked, his face screaming sarcasm without letting any of it leak into his voice, a trait that definitely only Remus and no one else in the entire universe had.

“I’ve noticed. You keep staring at the boys quite a lot, don’t you?” Sirius asked.

“Well of course, Harry is like a family to me too, and Teddy is my son. I think I have the right to be looking at them, don’t you?” He raised his eyebrows at Sirius, who grinned in return.

“I see. Well, I think I’m going to start preparing lunch then.” He smiled at his friend, and Remus knew this wasn’t over. Padfoot never gives up like this.

“Hey pup! Come help me prepare lunch, will you?” Sirius yelled at Harry. The two came down from the flight, Harry smiling at Draco, winking knowingly. Draco attempted to hide his blush beneath the intense eye roll, putting on his Slytherin Ice Prince mask that long ago lost its effect on anyone in this household. They all knew he only hides behind it if he doesn’t feel like showing his emotions to anyone.

The two original inhabitants of Grimmauld went to prepare the lunch together, something no one really cared about anymore, the two wanted to be together almost always. Both Remus and Draco thought it was ridiculous, how they were so in love, sleeping together, and yet not able to say those three words out loud. Really, their background wasn’t the best in expressing emotions, or rather their families only knew how to express the negative ones. But it was over a month since they finally took the risk, and it’s been even longer since they fell for each other. The Slytherin could never understand how the reckless idiot, who always did bold, stupid things, could be scared to just say “I love you”.

“Hey, Remus,” Draco smiled up at him, “I can’t watch those lovesick looks they give each other anymore. They are such idiots.” Draco faked disgust.

“Idiots, idiots” Teddy repeated clapping his hands happily, looking all proud at himself for using the new word. Remus' wide eyes switched between Draco and his son, unable to say anything.

“Ummm. Teddy, darling. I know those words sound funny, but let’s not use them anymore, okay? I won’t use them either. Deal?” Draco said softly, smiling at the toddler and stroking his hair. Teddy looked sad for a moment, but Remus knelt in front of him, kissing his cheek softly.

“I’m proud of you for saying another world love, but Draco is right. We won’t use the word, okay?”

“Plomise, daddy” said the toddler proudly and gave the men a huge grin. Remus stood up again, smiling at Draco softly.

“Thank you - ” Remus smiled at Draco softly “- but please be careful what you say in front of him. He likes to repeat new words a lot at this age.”

Draco just now realized how close Remus was standing to him, and with his cheeks blushing, he looked down and whispered a soft sorry.

Sirius went to look for them, telling them the lunch was ready, when he noticed Draco’s blush and lowered gaze, while Remus was smiling softly, and Teddy grinning at them both. Sirius only managed to raise his eyebrow when the werewolf noticed him. Of course, his senses heightened with the full moon happening today.

“Come on guys! Lunch is ready.” Sirius yelled at them, and Draco was very glad he had been saved by the man. When the party walked in, Remus holding Teddy in his arms, he stopped in front of him, seeing the animagus clearly wanted to say something.

“Don’t you dare!” Remus raised his finger to Sirius, looking at him with a dare in his eyes.

“A-a-aa. You were telling me something about wanting Harry?“ he said quietly, so Draco and Harry couldn’t hear him, “- who is all too young, while you, dear Moony, are flirting with the Malfoy boy? And by the looks of it, he is falling head over heels over you already, you furry beast.”

It was Remus' turn to blush now, and that was a rare thing to happen, giving Sirius even more confidence in his observation.

“Well, my argument was that you’re Harry’s godfather.“ He half-heartedly stared at Sirius, “And you know I stopped arguing after. Only started teasing you instead.” He smirked at him again.

“My dear Moony, I’m only teasing as well. The git has grown to be a fine young man. Him and Harry get along well. And you know we are both happy to have you both around here. But! No sex on our couch!” Sirius broke into laughter, just when Harry came to see what was taking them so long. As Teddy made grabby hands at Harry, he took him to seat him, ready to eat already.

Remus used the moment without his child to murmur, “Fucker.” He bumped his shoulder into Sirius’, but the smile on his face betrayed his love for his friend anyway.

“Just wait. I’ll get back at you for all the teasing now.” Sirius laughed as they finally walked towards the table, ready to eat. Remus groaned realizing what mess he had just gotten himself into.

They ate lunch, everyone having either a little sparkle in their eyes, or a smirk on their face. No one had to speak, yet everyone felt the other teasing just by looking. Teddy was the only one oblivious to everything, laughing and screaming while playing with his food. Remus exchanged a few reprimanding words with his son, switching the feeding part with Harry, so they could both eat some food too. With the child around it was hard to keep up the teasing.

Sirius was talking about some music he recently discovered, some new muggle metal band. He wasn’t that much into such heavy genres, he liked rock more, but he liked discovering what’s new on the scene. He was taking a bite of his food, not noticing a string of melted cheese stubbornly holding on for dear life when it snapped and popped right into his eye. His growl was followed by Teddy’s laughter first, then everyone else burst into uncontrollable laughter.

“Well, Sirius, this was the first time I ever saw someone being attacked by cheese,” Remus said, wiping tears from his eyes.

“This can only ever happen to you, Siri, I swear,” Harry laughed too, patting Sirius on the cheek, checking if any cheese got stuck in his eye. Thankfully not.

Sirius burst out laughing too, because yeah, this really could only happen to him. What a fucking coincidence. If there weren’t three more people to witness it, no one would ever believe him. If he, of course, would ever admit this out loud. But looking at the company he was in, he didn’t have to talk about it. They would do all the dirty work. Sirius put his head into his hand whining, already seeing them talk about it at the family dinners with the whole Weasley clan.

After lunch, Remus kissed his son on his once again turquoise hair, leaving the company to take some rest before the night of transformation. Harry and Draco were perfectly capable of taking care of the little one, yet Sirius knew they could imagine better ways to spend the afternoon together.

Sirius took care of Teddy for an hour, so the boys could do whatever boys their age do. Sirius wasn’t really sure what that was, but he didn’t want to burden them, they’d had enough. It was time for them to live as normal people.

However, Sirius had to prepare for the night out with his friend too. When he and Teddy came from a little walk with ice-cream for both boys too, they all happily sat down on a couch and munched on them.

“Remus is a nice bloke, isn’t he? A sexy werewolf, many would be glad to have him. I remember the times we were dating, ahh the times where the only worry was whether we’d get caught. We didn’t work out, though that was for another reason. We are like you two, soulmates, but as friends. But it was fun.” Sirius talked completely confidently, wiping Teddy’s mouth while talking. At the end of his sudden speech, he gave a huge grin and a playful wink in Draco's direction.

Harry choked on his ice-cream, while Draco all but spit his food out. Sirius raised an eyebrow amusedly and moved his wand to clean it up, while Teddy happily clapped his hands, giggles echoing through the whole living room. The laugh of the child made all three men in the room burst out laughing too, but Draco’s cheeks were so red, if it weren’t for his platinum blond hair, Harry would say he is partly Weasley too.

Harry wasn’t sure whether to be jealous – he didn’t know about the two dating in school, he definitely needed to ask him later – Or amused by the very direct teasing Sirius just gave Draco. While the latter managed to gain some composure and dignity back, Harry gave Sirius a look that said, ‘I don’t know what you are doing, but interesting’. Sirius winked again, this time more like ‘tell you later’ and turned his attention back to the child, as if nothing happened. He stood to leave, patted Draco on his back, and before anyone could say anything, he was gone.

Time to get Teddy a bit tired and get him to sleep too, and then, Harry and Draco needed to talk.

While the two played with the child, Harry sneaked glances at Draco. He was as subtle as a fucking troll, but Draco was thankful he didn’t ask questions. Yet, he knew they were about to come as soon as Teddy would fall asleep.

The child started yawning, obviously having less and less energy, falling asleep almost mid-air of jumping. Draco took him into arms and softly lulled him into sleep. As the child was softly sucking at his thumb, while Draco was stroking his hair and rocking him in his arms, taking him into the transfigured bed in the living room, Harry had the urge to comment on the situation.

“So, Draco, you seem about ready to be a father. Seems like this little devil grew on you.” Harry gave such a Slytherin smirk that Draco momentarily forgot he was a Gryffindor, even if by his own choice.

“Oh, do shut up please,” Draco rolled his eyes, but couldn’t stop the smile and the warm feeling in his chest. He really felt attached to the child, not only because he fancied the father of said child, but Teddy was just perfect. He would love having them both in his life permanently. And his mother loved Teddy already anyway.

Draco woke with a jolt. Did someone just break into the house? The sun was just about rising, and the disorientation from being woken up didn’t go fully away yet. It took Draco a moment to realize it must have been Remus and Sirius. He shuffled the sheets away and put on his slippers quickly, rushing down, checking if anything was needed. Remus had few scratches from the transformation itself, one that was bleeding quite a bit. He quickly rushed to him, helping Sirius to seat him down, immediately grabbing the prepared healing creams and potions. He was so occupied by taking care of Remus he didn’t even notice Sirius stopped helping him entirely and just watched amusedly from the back.

“What?!” the blond hissed.

Sirius just laughed and Draco looked up at him and then at Remus, who was half asleep, but the amused smirk fought the look of pain from the night onto his face anyway. Draco was confused for a moment.

“Well, we can say you are officially part of these transformations now, though, I can definitely see this is your first time,” Sirius said with laughter in his voice.

Draco stood up confused, looking between those two. “Excuse me, but what’s so funny about this?”

“We are quite used to this. Sirius has it perfectly under control, and if he needed more help, he could easily wake Harry up, or you too, now.” Remus smiled softly. “But I really appreciate it, thank you.” The smile softening even more, and for a moment, Draco felt lost in that look, before he sobered up.

“Oh,” he said, dropping his head down. “I – I didn’t realize. I just, when I saw it, I – “

“It’s okay Draco. Harry freaked out the first time too. Hell, we all did. You get used to it, no worries.” Sirius patted him on the shoulder. “Now, if you could finish it and help Remus to bed – “ he yawned, “ – I would really appreciate it.” And with a wink, he disappeared up the stairs to his and Harry’s room.

Draco didn’t have any words, he stood there stunned.

“That fucker,” Remus exclaimed just as a sharp pain struck his ribs.

That brought Draco back to reality. He finished healing Remus and the man softly fell asleep in his arms. He didn’t want to wake him up to take him to bed, so he accioed the blankets and put Remus to a more comfortable position and put the blankets on him. He couldn’t help himself but stare at the man for a while, thinking how someone so handsome and gentle could turn into a werewolf every full moon. If he ever thought life was unfair to him, he was so wrong. Remus Lupin was the one who had it unfair. Draco didn’t even notice when he moved closer to the man and started stroking his hair, but Remus seemed to like the touch, pushing his head against Draco’s hand. The animal wasn’t all gone, it was never truly gone. Was Draco ready for this? For the full moons, for Remus bleeding, hurting every month, having a child? It was a lot, but he wanted all of it. He would do anything for Remus. He loved him, that was more than clear now. He was turning into Harry, what a disaster. He wasn’t called the Slytherin Ice-prince for no reason, he wouldn’t let it show.

Remus wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or awake if he was still Moony or human. But he remembered Draco taking care of his wounds, and Sirius laughing at it. If he had the strength to, he would have too. They did warn him about the morning after, but it was always a shock to someone not used to it. He felt a hand press against his head, and he couldn’t help but push into it. Like a dog petting itself, Moony still close to the surface, even if sleeping. It was nice, and honestly, he knew Sirius likes it as well, even as a human. Maybe he did too, he just didn’t know until now since no one had ever done this to him. It felt so nice, so calming.

He knew he had closed his eyes, so he must have been sleeping. He saw blond hair, pale skin, a pair of piercing gray eyes. A soft voice spoke to him sweet nothings, assuring him he wasn’t a monster, that he was so far from it. Praises and positive affirmations, all he needed so desperately but never believed when someone told him so. But in this dream, coming from the thin, tall figure, he believed every single one of them. He wanted to reach out, wanted to touch those blond hair, the soft skin. He wanted to but couldn’t. He was so tired, so weak, he couldn’t move. He wanted those lips to move closer, to touch his lips. He closed his eyes and waited. He could feel the man getting closer, a few millimeters from his lips, he could feel the warm breath, almost feel the touch.

Remus woke up grumbling. Why the best dreams always had to end before the best parts. He turned his head to see if, by some miracle, Draco wasn’t next to him. The man wanted him there so desperately, but he was alone on a couch. He slowly sat up, his torso still sore. He found a potion on the table and drank it, immediately feeling much better. These types of wounds always took longer to heal, but the potions were of big help anyway. He went to get his son. That always healed everything.

He decided to talk to Harry about Draco. After all, they were in a similar, though not the same situation just a few months ago. If those two idiots could work it out, he would give it a shot too. He knew Harry was an early bird, and it wasn’t any different today. He padded to the kitchen, hearing Harry coming down at the same time.

“Hey Moony, how was the morning? Too bad?” Harry asked, concern in his eyes deflating immediately as he took in Remus’ form.

“You actually look quite fit.” He commented with a raised eyebrow.

“Draco’s first night, we must have woken him up as we got in. He rushed here as if he was in St Mungo’s taking care of a patient. Took good care of me.” Remus explained.

“Ah, yeah, forgot he was new to this. Well, at least you are all well.” Harry smiled at him.

“Yeah, Harry. About Draco,” Remus scratched his head. Harry looked at him expectedly, unsure if he really needed to ask something regarding the blond.

“Yeah?”

“Do you – Do you think we could, ah whatever. Do you think he would agree to a date with me?” Remus asked shyly, a look Harry didn’t see often on that face. He burst out laughing.

“Remus, of course he would. He will probably act uninterested for like five seconds, wanting you to work for it, then agreeing because he would get too scared, you’re going to change your mind” he told him, still laughing.

Harry handed him his morning tea, and he gratefully took it. They sipped their beverages in comfortable silence, while Teddy munched on his morning fruit puree.

Afterwards, Remus left Teddy with Harry and went to wash himself and get dressed.

When Remus returned, Draco was seated in the living room with the rest of the pack. Perks of Grimmauld were the many rooms and bathrooms so everyone could go at the same time.

The blond blushed and looked into the hearth, while Remus sat down into the armchair opposite him. Harry and Sirius were cuddled on the couch.

“Ah, you two lovebirds,” Remus rolled his eyes.

“You are the one to talk,” Sirius gave him a raised eyebrow.

Remus’ eyes widened, and Draco looked like a deer in the headlights between the three of them. Harry couldn’t help but laugh.

“You know, for being so sick of us not so long ago, for being in the same position as us back then now, I can understand why you two were so sick of us beating about the bush for so long.” With that Harry stood up and dragged Sirius with him.

In front of their two best friends, he turned to his godfather with such love.

“I love you Sirius Black” and he kissed the man.

Sirius was stunned for a second, then hugged Harry tightly.

“I love you too, Harry” he almost cried from happiness, “Now let’s leave these two to figure their shit out while we talk about this in our room, shall we?” Sirius grabbed Harry by arm and dragged him away.

“Gross, guys!” Draco yelled at them.

“Shut up, we know you’re happy!” Harry laughed back at him.

“So,” Remus looked at Draco who snapped back to what just happened. The bastard.

“Yeah, about that, what did he mean?” Draco asked with an awkward laugh.

“Oh, come on, I know you’re not as oblivious as the Potters.” Remus gave a disapproving look to the blond.

“I don’t know Remus, maybe I’m not, but I want to hear it from you first.” Draco smirked, standing up from the sofa, raising a challenge.

“Draco Lucius Malfoy,” Remus said playfully as he rose from his seat.

The two slowly walked towards each other, not breaking eye contact, challenging the other to make the first move. They both knew what they were feeling, they were just too scared to admit it out loud. But where the words fail, actions speak volumes. Or in this case, Harry and Sirius have a diabolic plan.

After an intense staring contest, the spell finally broke, and Remus took Draco by the waist and neck and kissed him. Draco’s arms immediately went to Remus' hair, moaning into the man’s mouth. The kiss was everything and more they both dreamt of. Sweet and dangerous, slow, and full of passion, too much and not enough. No one knows for how long it went on, and how they’d ended up on the couch, but when they finally did, it was just in time when Harry and Sirius finally returned down.

“I take it that you finally talked about your feelings?” Sirius asked them.

“Sort of,” Remus laughed.

“I guess there was no time for talking yet, hm? I wonder if you now realize how hard it was for us to finally say those words to each other.” Harry said offensively, but he smiled at his friends.

“Wonderful, we have a beautiful family,” Sirius said enthusiastically.

Just as if summoned, Teddy strode to the living room, angry that nobody’d woken him up from his little nap after breakfast.

Remus immediately took the toddler into his arms, hugging him tightly and kissing his head. Teddy melted into his father’s arms, hugging him back.

“Aww, so cute,” Sirius mocked crying, hugging the two.

Harry couldn’t help but laugh, winking at his best friend, who just playingly punched his hand and shook head. Both joined the hug, and everyone started laughing.

“To our pack guys!” Sirius exclaimed.

“To our pack!” Everyone repeated.

“To aw pack!” Teddy all but yelled, and everyone burst into another round of laughs, Teddy’s giggles the loudest.

A wolf Patronus appeared next to Harry in the garden. At first, he thought it was Padfoot, the dog was very similar to a wolf after all, but it felt different. The voice that came out of the silvery-blue light startled him.

“Potter! Oh my god, Potter, look at this! My Patronus changed its form! Can you see that?”

Harry burst into laughter. Even Sirius came down wondering what got his lover so amused. When he saw the Patronus still hopping there confused and excited, babbling some bullshit, he understood immediately.

“That’s not Moony’s Patronus, so that means your blond friend must have sent this mess here.” He said amusedly.

“Oh, shove off, Sirius, it’s cute.” Harry laughed some more, wiping his tears away.

Draco was apparently in a state of horror discovering this huge change. They knew damn well what that meant. Since there was no death in Draco’s family recently, no major change in his life other than falling in love with one Remus Lupin, and the Patronus looked too similar to said Remus in his animal form, it was pretty obvious. Everyone already knew the two had fallen in love, but this was a major change for the younger man. Harry wondered if Remus already knew, but given Draco’s freak out, Harry must have been the first one. The raven-haired boy didn’t wait longer to send his own Patronus over to Draco to get him to come immediately. He needed to calm him down before he was ready to show his news to his partner.

Sirius had to admit he was a bit jealous the two had complementing Patronuses, but at the same time, he understood Harry’s Prongs had too strong of a meaning to him, and he wouldn’t want to change that for anything. James was Sirius’ family as well, and Harry’s Patronus was a nice memory of the man, having him close at least. And his own Patronus was probably as stubborn as Sirius himself. Animagi were always stuck with themselves as their Patronuses, it seemed like. Or poor Moony with his wolf. On the other hand, it was perfectly understandable, the animals were undividable parts of their souls. It was them, just in a different form than human. He loved Padfoot, the dog literally saved his life in Azkaban, and he wouldn’t be able to escape without him. It made perfect sense his Patronus was Pads, but it still made him jealous, knowing he couldn’t expect Harry’s Patronus to change, to never have the matching silvery-blue animals hopping around, affectionate, and happy. Sure, Padfoot enjoyed seeing Prongs a lot, but that reminded him too much of James, and he did not want to see those two act like lovers.

Draco came to Grimmauld panicking, pretty much just as much as his Patronus had before. Sirius had to leave the two alone, because he was constantly laughing, and Draco really didn’t appreciate it. When he got a Stinging hex right to his arse, he knew he had to retrieve it.

Harry managed to calm Draco down enough to get him to tell the story how he’d found out. Apparently, he wanted to send his Patronus to his mother, arranging for their Saturday afternoon tea. His plans changed rapidly as he saw the wolf in front of him. The two talked about it for a bit, Harry making sure Draco was calm enough and prepared to share his news with Remus. Meanwhile, Sirius sent Padfoot to let Remus know to come over when he was finished with his stuff, and Harry sent Prongs to deliver the message to Narcissa, the woman immediately making it a whole family meeting, inviting Harry, Sirius, and Remus along the way. Harry didn’t complain, he’d grown quite fond of the Malfoy matriarch, and it felt nice to have a woman in the family who treated him like her own son. Narcissa was always family oriented, and Harry loved every moment spent with her. Sirius grew pretty used to it when he realized he had no chance anyway. After all, she was one of the sane Blacks, and he too had to admit she was tolerable. And when he saw her treat Harry with the same love she treated her own son with, his heart melted entirely. The woman won him over. He grew fond of her, but he would never admit that loud. Harry could see it in the man’s eyes anyway; he liked his cousin, for whatever reason it was, and that made Harry proud.

When Remus appeared in Grimmauld confused about what was happening, Sirius immediately shoved a bottle of beer into his hand and led him outside. There, Harry, and Draco were already waiting, Draco looking anxiously at the older man. Harry stood up and was about to make his way over to Sirius, when Draco grabbed him, mouthing “don’t you dare”. He rolled his eyes but obeyed anyway. Sirius led Remus into the garden, over to where the boys were seated on a blanket, the golden sunset reflecting on Draco’s pale hair and skin. It was an absolutely perfect moment for news like these, and Sirius felt jealousy rise in him once again. He sat down next to Harry, grabbing him by the waist and kissing him on the forehead.

Forehead kisses were the absolute favorite of the two, so sweet and innocent, yet so full of emotions and care. Harry closed his eyes and smiled softly, leaning into the embrace, while Draco finally got some courage, obviously from being surrounded by way too many Gryffindors to his liking, and showed Remus his Patronus.

Remus sat there gaping. The moment was too sweet, Sirius and Harry shared the same look. They didn’t need their Patronuses to change to know how much they loved each other, they knew it. They thought seeing their two best friends share such a special moment would make them more jealous, but instead, they just felt immense love towards each other, and happiness for their friends.

The other pair stayed for dinner that evening, Remus left Teddy with Andy. He didn’t know what the reason for their visit was, but he was grateful for that. He definitely planned to celebrate with his lover, and it wasn’t a celebration suitable for children, or any other person in fact. They retrieved home after the delicious dinner, leaving the other pair alone as well.

Even if the moment was between Remus and Draco, it brought Sirius and Harry closer too, even if they thought it wasn’t possible anymore. Both pairs made love that night, telling their lovers sweet nothings, falling love in the embrace of their lover.

The full moon meetings continued as agreed on, everyone coming to Grimmauld, having the perfect place to run around in the woods, the place soaked in all kinds of protecting and muggle repelling charms. But this time, Draco and Harry wanted to put their new Animagi skills to the test. The plan was easy, at least in words. They transform before the moon goes up, letting Moony, close to the surface already, understand that they are family. Then, while transforming, they would wait a bit further away, partly because Remus didn’t want them to see the process, partly for safety reasons, and once that was over, they would let Moony come closer and sniff at them and get to know them. All should go easily from then on.

Harry’s form was a fox, which might have caused potential trouble, but they trusted all the precautions and plans of letting the wolf smell the presence in one of his homes to be enough. It made perfect sense that Harry was a fox. He was a Gryffindor, but very close to being a Slytherin as well, and foxes are cunning, fast, and sneaky, just as him. And, a bit of drama queens, though he could never compete against Sirius nor Padfoot. But Padfoot loved to play with Harry’s Animagus form.

Draco, on the other hand, was harder to guess. When he finally got his form, everyone literally facepalmed themselves. Draco was a dragon. He resembled Swedish Short-Snout. His scales were silvery-blue, reflecting the moonlight as beautifully as Draco’s own skin reflected sunlight. His fire breath wasn’t as powerful as one of normal dragons, but the small flame was brilliantly blue, making the animal dangerously gorgeous. They were quite sure Moony wouldn’t find him as an easy prey, but they weren’t sure how exactly he would react to a whole ass dragon.

Thankfully, everything went as expected. The animals let Moony get to know them. The full moons to follow were sure to be interesting. If any muggle, hell even a wizard, saw a dragon, a fox, a huge wolfdog, and a werewolf hang out during the night, they would probably head straight to a psychic ward, or get checked for poisoning in St Mungo’s. But the four were protected by Grimmauld Place’s many spells and wanted to enjoy every moment like that – together, free, and happy.

“Sirius?” Draco said softly, as if scared. Sirius raised an eyebrow, confused about what he might need that he was using such a tone. Draco continued, knowing he had Sirius’ attention now.

“I- I was thinking…” Draco was looking at Harry on his side for support, Remus on the other side of him, equally confused as Sirius.

“- could you, maybe, tattoo something over my Dark Mark too? I hate it so much, and the feeling of having it will never disappear, but maybe having something else over it will make it a bit more bearable.” Remus squeezed Draco’s shoulder and Harry gave him an encouraging smile.

“Oh, dear Merlin Draco, of course I can. Do you have anything in mind?” Sirius asked him back, suppressed laughter clearly heard in his voice, but Draco didn’t mind. He knew he was being silly asking such a simple question in a way his whole life depended on it. He was just so ashamed of his mark.

“Well,” Draco raised his head to smile at Remus, then at Sirius, “Actually. I was thinking of having the skull into a full moon, while above and below are the moon phases, and the last one turns into the snake. But I’d like the snake to be prettier too, and maybe going around the moon? To connect it all together.” He blushed deeply and Remus next to him almost choked. Sirius started laughing while Harry just squeezed Draco’s hand and mouthed ‘don’t worry’ and winked.

“That to me, sounds like a combination of you as a Slytherin and my dear Moony here.” Sirius teased, while Remus still wasn’t able to say a word, looking as if someone petrified him.

All the shame, or what exactly it was Draco felt, disappear at once as the blond looked at Sirius as if he were dumb.

“Probably because that’s exactly what it’s supposed to be?!” Draco asked, the Slytherin Ice Prince coming back at full force. Well, they didn’t see that for some time.

“Draco, are you sure?” Remus finally spoke.

“Of course, I am Remus.” Draco smiled at the man softly, the mask slipping off at once. Remus took his hand and kissed it softly where the soon to be new tattoo would be.

“That’s so romantic.” Sirius fake sobbed at the two, wiping imaginary tears from his eyes. “Now on the table with you. Let’s get you the sappiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Sirius laughed while Harry and Draco rolled their eyes.

“You’re the one to talk to, Sirius. You two just finished getting matching tattoos yourselves.” Remus looked amusedly at his best friend.

“Well, well Moony, don’t be jealous. I can surely do one for you as well.” Sirius smirked and Draco’s head all but snapped at his lover. Challenging smirk on Draco’s face already, Remus groaned.

“All right then.” He said exasperatedly, but the smile was already forming on his lips, too. He kissed Draco on the forehead.

Who would have thought all four of them would be getting tattoos today. Next time they all get the same one, what a bunch of sappy idiots they had become, Harry thought to himself, huge grin on his face. He loved his family so much.