Matched

Predestination

Harry tilted the amber liquid in his glass thoughtfully watching the fire beyond catch little glittering highlights in the glass. It almost reminded him of the way Hermione's eyes had looked when she climbed on top of him that last night before he let his jealousy get away from him. He admitted to himself that despite pissing Hermione off he enjoyed remembering the way Krum's eyes had comically widened.

James Potter sat across from him in the study of Potter Manor, his quill scratching quietly on the parchment making notes for the upcoming Wizengamot session. While he and Sirius sat on the sofa in front of the fire. Sirius was slightly slouched down, an empty glass in his hand and there was tension in his shoulders despite his relaxed posture. Harry didn't know what his father and Sirius had been discussing prior to Harry coming into the study but whatever it had been both of them seemed out of sorts.

Harry leaned forward grabbing the bottle of half-empty fire whiskey on the coffee table and leaned over to give Sirius a pour. "What's got you both into such a mood?"

Sirius' grey eyes flickered briefly in James Potter's direction before grimacing at Harry. "That subject has already been talked to death, what brings you here?"

"I'm just visiting."

Sirius smirked at Harry, raising one brow. "You're making the same faces your father made when he was trying to court Lily."

James harumped but didn't verbally respond to the jibe, continuing to work at his desk. Harry shook his head at Sirius. "I'm not courting anyone."

Sirius laughed. "No wonder you're making that face then."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm saying as fumbling as your father's attempts at courting Lily —"

"Oi! Who was trying to shag–" James burst out.

"Shut it, Prongs." Sirius waved a dismissive hand in his direction before turning back to Harry. "Your father always knew what he wanted." James flipped Sirius off before going back to his paperwork muttering under his breath.

"I know what I want," Harry told him firmly.

"And that is?"

Harry shifted uncomfortably for a moment before taking another drink of his whiskey. "Her, obviously."

"As what? Someone to shag when—"

"Watch it." Harry cut Sirius off sharply, his green eyes hard. "Respectfully please."

Sirius didn't shift from his relaxed position against the sofa, taking in a meditative sip of whiskey not stopping his regard from his godson's tense face. "Ah. Like you respectfully told Krum you were shagging her?"

James perked up at the name. "Viktor Krum the quidditch star?"

"Yes, that Krum," Harry answered his father before turning back to his godfather and straightening his shoulders. "I've apologized to her for that several times already."

"Maybe she's not interested in doing coworkers with benefits with you then," Sirius said blandly.

Harry gripped his sniffer tightly. "I'm not trying to do some relationship like that with her."

"Then what exactly kind of relationship are you pursuing with her, son?" James asked from the other side of the room putting his quill into an ink pot and leaning back in his chair.

Uncomfortable with the turn of the conversation, Harry avoided both their eyes and stared into the fire. "I just want to be with her, why does it have to be more complicated than that? I want her with me."