Title: The Mirror Part 4

Author: Bell Pie toggledog@yahoo.com

Rating: R

Pairings: Harry/Draco, Sirius/Remus, Sirius/Draco

Author’s Notes: Sirius may seem a little OC in this. Sorry, I love Sirius but thought I would play around a little with his character. (Well, I also happen to think that Lucius would never touch Draco but decided to have a go at the Lucius/Draco incest theme). Thanks to all my reviewers- please continue. It keeps me writing! J

I start to whistle as I make my way down the hall to mine and Remus' bedroom.

I have just had the best sex . Courtesy of the Malfoy kid. Of course, I knew he would be trouble the instant he stepped in the house, sheltered by Harry and Remus. Harry stared at him the entire time he told his little fabricated story. This is trouble, though not of a serious kind. It is obvious he has a crush on the kid. Understandable. Gorgeous looking thing. He even sends my loins leaping. What does concern me is that, from the look on Remus’ face when he told the story of his ‘abuse’, he believed him.

We argued before we went to bed. Surely, Remus remembers Lucius little ‘joke’ in high school, in which he spread a rumour about Severus Snape being raped by Hagrid, much to the detriment of both? Apparently not.

I don’t like the boy. He is spawn of the very deranged Lucius. As well as a Death Eater. There is a reason for him being here that I haven't yet figured out. I don’t know what the Malfoys have planned but it will not involve my Harry or my Remus.

And so, I snuck into his room after Remus had fallen asleep. It would be best for Remus and Harry to think he left during the night. Malfoy was wearing a long white shirt, courtesy of my lovely Remus. I woke him up and proceeded to order him to leave quietly. I told him I did not believe his story and that it would be best for him to not bother Harry or Remus any longer.

He begged me to let him stay. When this didn’t work, he scooted up on the bed and worked at the fastenings on my pajama robes I tried to move away but he grabbed my hips, keeping me still.

The boy had some strength.

He then gave me the best blow job I have ever received. And I have had quite a few good ones in my time. At first I hesitated but soon my passions gave way.

I love Remus. I really do. But I can’t stay monogamous to him. Perhaps it’s a result of the many years spent on the road, wind whipping my hair about, with the trademark sunglasses and cool attitude that has made me all the too tempting for the occasional meaningless fuck.

Which is what I then gave to the boy. And it was amazing. I found myself screaming, very reminiscent of the first reckless years with Remus. I did not care that I had forgotten the silence charm. Rather, a part of me wanted the other two to listen to our cries of ecstasy. I pride myself on being a good lover.

I didn’t hear the boy, Malfoy complain.

I step back into the room and am surprised to find Remus standing before me with a suitcase in his hand, brown eyes blazing. When he speaks, his voice is deceptively soft and cultured.

"Get out, Sirius."

I stare back blankly. He shoves my suitcase into my hands. I stumble back a few paces.

"Remus?"

Oh no. Please don’t let this be happening. I am instantly cast into the land of deep regret. Why did I do it? I cannot say. In the moment, I simply did not think. It seemed the right thing for me to do.

That is, in the moment.

He turns his back to me. Remus with his back to me. I love him. I love him more than he could possibly-

Please, Remmy. Please turn around. Don’t do this. Please.

"Remmy? I’m sorry, Moony." He does not turn. "I love you."

"Leave, Sirius."

"Please, I love you."

"Leave."

"I really am sorry."

"Leave."

I have done it before. Every time, I leave. Every time, he takes me back. Head bowed, I step out into the hall and make my way out of the house.

I lay down a few minutes after, trying to gather my feelings. Sirius was rough but good. I found myself screeching in times to his own cries. Rarely do I climax in sex. In reality, the only times have been once or twice with Marcus, that one time with Harry.

I have, also, with Lucius. But I don't count that.When I am being Sweet Draco, he allows me to. The usual rush of sickness comes back. I curl up into a ball. I enjoyed it. Sex with a man who went to school with my Father, who, upon checking with a finger, has made me bleed. The door to my room opens. I curl up tighter. I do not want another turn with him. He will probably force it. I bite my lip in anticipation to the pain I know is coming.

The figure sits by the bed but does not make a move to touch me. I turn over to look into the saddened eyes of Harry Potter. Remorse claws at my already withered soul.

"I’m sorry, Harry. He told me I had to leave." He continues to stare at me with those unfathomable green depths. I feel rage begin to build. "Stop looking at me like that! He’s your bloody God father. I came here for help. No, you wanted me to come here for help. Not to be screwing Sirius Black to avoid having to leave."

"I’m sorry, Draco."

I stare at him blankly. He’s apologizing to me! Harry, to me! I suddenly hate him with such totality that I could easily kill him at that moment. Simply wrap my hands around that pretty little throat. Remus Lupin steps into the room. My heart instantly crumbles. He had no knowledge of Sirius’ intentions. I am aware of this from his expression.

Shabby little wizard he is, I like Remus Lupin. I feel bad to have hurt him in such a way. My anger at him mainly comes from the fact of such a handsome man dressing as if he is the twin brother of eternal bad dresser Reubis Hagrid.

"Sirius has left. I am sorry, Harry. Are you alright, Draco?"

Has the wizarding world gone crazy? I just had sex with his boyfriend and he is asking if I am alright?

"Sirius should not have taken advantage of you. You came to us for our help and Sirius squandered it." Remus explains, as though reading my mind. I open my mouth to speak but he holds up a hand. "I have been with Sirius long enough to know the way he works. I am, however, amazed at the extent he went to this time, merely for a bedfellow." The last four words are said with such bitterness, I am compelled to speak up.

"Oh, stop feeling sorry for yourself, Lupin. Just get rid of those shabby robes, throw on something at least presentable, walk out onto the street and you can have your share. I can tell you right now that Severus Snape would love to have a go at you."

Remus and Harry stare at me as though I have suddenly sprouted a third arm from the back of my head, before the tawny haired ex-teacher throws back his head and laughs. Harry still continues to look at me but with a different expression. I realize what is missing. He isn’t wearing his glasses. It makes no difference to me. With or without them, he is beautiful.

Remus stops and gracefully stands. While Sirius is rather handsome, there is something absolutely alluring about his lover. Shame that Remus would never enact what Sirius did.

"How about we make a pot of tea and talk? I suspect none of us will sleep in a while." Remus winks.

Harry looks back to me. "We’ll be out in a moment." He waits until Remus has left the room before speaking. "I’m sorry, Draco. I failed you."

"Oh, shut up, Harry."

If he apologizes once more, then I will hit him. He frowns down at his feet. I find myself touching his hair, running my fingers through ebony strands. He curls into the touch.

"What, now you will fuck me like you did Sirius?"

I snatch my hand away, as though it has been burnt. In a way it has. He looks close to tears. I do not understand.

"You can’t, Draco. You can’t keep… if you touch Remus-"

He stops. Perhaps he sees the look on my face. I feel as though he has poured acid onto all of my major organs. Harry Potter swearing. It sounds so foreign on his tongue. He has just hurt me more than I could possibly hurt him with all my years of name calling and dramatics. I want to paradoxically break down wailing in his arms and slap him until he bleeds from his ears.

Harry places his head in his hands. Perhaps he is right, I muse. If I have him and Remus, then they will leave me alone. And I can go back. Back to Lucius. Except today I am still Dirty Draco. Which means he will anguish me as Dirty Draco deserves to be anguished. And perhaps even include some of his Death Eater buddies.

Deranged slut. Ron was right. Ready to fulfill all needs.

Now my head is in my hands. I stiffen as I feel his hand on my back, pulling me into his embrace. I lay stiffly in his arms, feeling sated by the warmth spreading out from his chest.

It is then that I remember Severus Snape. Lucius telling Vince’s father that Snape doesn’t go for the theatrics of the other Death Eaters.

"Always had a thing for Remus Lupin." Father had smirked, as he started to undress himself for his ‘theatrics’ with me.

I like Snape. More than he can know. If he ever found out what the others did to me, he would be appalled, sickened. He would want to kill Lucius.

But I don’t want him to find out. Ever. I can’t stand the thought of him knowing how much I have been debased.

"I’m an idiot." Harry’s voice brings me back to the present. "Forgive me, please."

I wrap my arms around his neck and stare into his face. I want him so much that I can’t have him. Not ever. My emotions are frightening me. He leans forward and brushes his lips against mine. The kiss deepens. He moves his hand to my hair. I remember his former comment and we release.

Remus opens the door and announces that the tea is ready.

tbc…

AN-

!!Spoiler alert!!

Next chapter: More Ron. Oliver Wood and Percy get some play. (In more ways than one! ;))

In reference to the extremely angsty Snape of ‘Rumours’, I have decided to…er…broaden the relationship between him and Lupin in this fic. (Well, as Sirius isn’t exactly prime relationship material here…)