next up is maeglinyedi who wins the award for username it took me the most tries to spell, and her prize is a bit of some Sirius/Harry!
You All Should Be Impressed That I Remembered Stubby Boardman's Name
"I'm not my father, you know," Harry said abruptly, pushing Sirius away.
"And I'm not Stubby Boardman," Sirius shrugged, propping himself up on one elbow to look at Harry. "So what?"
"Yes but," Harry slapped Sirius' wandering hand away to concentrate on what he was trying to say, "that's not why you like me, right? Because I look like him?"
"Harry, if that was true," Sirius didn't even bother to hide his grin, "Do you really think I'd come out and tell you?"
"Does that mean it is?" Harry persisted, leaning further away.
"Oh god, you really do think that," Sirius made a face. "You've been talking to Moony again, haven't you? What've I told you about that?"
"It's all fun and games until somebody gets psychoanalyzed," Harry parroted dutifully, at least having the sense to look abashed. "But Sirius…"
"But nothing," Sirius cut him off, edging over until Harry was pressed against the wall and had no choice but to cuddle against Sirius' chest. "Just because Remus has some unresolved sexual issues that we shouldn't mention in front of him because we'll have our wankers hexed off, doesn't mean I can't enjoy you for who you are."
"Oh," said Harry, trying to work that whole sentence out mentally.
"Anybody else's opinion of me you want to work out?" Sirius asked, bending his head to nibble Harry's ear.
"Hermione thinks you're a pedophile," Harry reported, squirming from the tickling breath.
"Hermione's one to talk, since she's shagged three Weasleys, none of them within four years of her age," Sirius retorted.
"Four," Harry sighed into Sirius' neck.
"Three," Sirius replied with authority, "and a Tonks."