Hey guys! Just a little author's note here at the top for some quick info. Like I said, I'm going to try and write about 1k words a day, just to get back into the swing of things, and if those words turn into one shot's, I'll post them all here as a little 'collection' of Sirius and Gemma stories. Mostly, these will all be stories I probably would have omitted from the sequel to Where's You'll Find Me Now just because they're silly little moments. There might be stories from their past too, whatever I feel like really, just to give back to you guys for waiting so nicely for updates that I haven't been able to produce! I hope you like these, and I hope to deliver you some chapters soon!

All my love~

The sound hadn't stopped echoing through her flat since the day they found that old, slightly rotted guitar by the side of the road late one night. It was a twang that sometimes left her on edge, but, thankfully, also lulled her into a sense of security. The notes were heavy with sharpness and, more often than not, dipped so flat that the cat a floor below let out a painful sounding meow. No matter what though, even if she hadn't slept in a week and her eye was black from dueling practice, Gemma was always left with a smile on her face as she peeked in at Sirius trying to master the strange muggle instrument.

"It's supposed to be Eleanor Rigby." Sirius grumbled, strumming again and missing the note completely as she shook her head and headed towards the kitchen. "Don't even go and act like it's right, 'cause it's not! I sound like I'm killing a bloody werewolf in here."

Gemma snorted, pouring them both two glasses of lemonade before checking on the roast she had cooking for dinner that night. "I don't think Remus would appreciate that particular wording, love." More grumbling came from the sofa, fingers angrily plucking at the strings as she shut the oven and peered over at him with a fond smile.

"Sod him – I can't play this damn thing worth a shit, Gems!"

Grabbing the glasses again, she walked over and sat down across from him on the coffee table as his calloused fingers tried for a G sharp and ended up with something that was very keen to sounding like Peeves on a rampage. Setting the glasses next to her, Gemma leaned forward and ran a hand through his long hair and pushed it back from his eyes. "Maybe you just can't see what you're playing, you damn hippie."

Even though he was still concentrating on his fingers, she could make out the smile reaching up along his cheeks as she held his hair in place. "You love my sexy locks, so stop hinting that I need a haircut."

"I thought threatening you with a pair of scissors in the middle of the night was a big enough hint; I hadn't realized you planned on taking your hair to the grave with you," she teased, letting it fall back into his eyes, "You'll look like Dumbledore soon, at the rate you're going...or some ravage beast."

"There you go, insult Remus, it's fun."

Flicking his forehead before leaning back, she stood up again before Sirius reached out for her hand and stopped her. She turned back slowly, peering down into his grey eyes as he finally looked at her and she felt a warm blush rise in her cheeks. She'd never, ever, gotten over the stupid embarrassed feeling she got when he looked at her with so much affection that it practically stopped her heart. And Sirius, being the evil prat that he was, had never stopped teasing her about it either.

"The fact that it took you until just this past fall to let Lily and me in on your little secret is astonishing knowing that Remus had to deal with you dunderheads for so many years." Gemma said, fingers sliding to intertwine slowly with his.

Even after a year of dating, she couldn't bear to let go.

"Yeah yeah, the Marauders are a bunch of idiots, we've gotten the memo, Leprechaun," Sirius sighed, setting the guitar down, "But anyway, do you honestly hate my hair?"

Biting her lip to stifle a laugh, she stared up at him and shook her head a little. "No, I suppose 'hate' would be too strong a word." Gemma watched as he pushed it back, long strands coming forward after to drag along his cheekbones and tickle just barely at the tops of his shoulders. It wasn't the length that bothered her, not really, but she never lost an opportunity to tease him about something or other. "The day you start wearing it in a peppy ponytail though, that's the day I take the razor to your head."

Sirius laughed, pulling her back towards him as he grabbed his wand with his other hand. "You're so gorgeous when you're threatening me." Rolling her eyes, she listened as their record player began to spin and slow, dulcet tones of Etta James began wafting through the flat.

"I really need to get back to making dinner, Sirius," Gemma warned, her body being swept up against his as his feet swayed them slowly on the carpet, "James and Lily will be back soon and she's already warned you about monopolizing my time."

"Nonsense! Absolute, bloody nonsense."

"Sirius Orion Black," she snickered, her attempt at a strict voice forgotten as he smiled widely, "You barely let me a minute to myself – it's no surprise that my flatmate accuses you of taking up my every waking hour."

Sirius only shook his head, twirling her delicately and bringing her back in tight as his fingers danced along the base of her back and tickled her. "But the Order takes up a lot of time too, and Prongs is off shagging her half the time – she can't honestly be that sad about not seeing you."

"Arsehead."

Pinching his arm just enough until he let her go, Gemma padded back into her and Lily's tiny kitchen and grabbed the potatoes from atop the stove to strain in the sink. Moving them to a big glass bowl, she grabbed her wand to move the masher much faster than she could and grabbed milk, butter, and garlic as Sirius slid next to her on his socks.

"How about Potter and I make ourselves scarce next weekend?" he offered somewhat lamely, dipping a finger into the potatoes as she smacked her hip into his, "You and Evans can do whatever it is you two do alone for two whole days, and then you can shag me as thanks."

Gemma laughed so hard she wondered if old Mr. McCarthy could hear them on the top floor. "You are impossible, I swear to God. Why is it I'm dating you again?"

"You love me," Sirius shrugged a shoulder as if it was old news, reaching for the salt and pepper to throw in as she stirred the potatoes, "and can't live without me."

"Is that so?"

"Mm-hmm, I can recall those exact words leaving your pretty, sweet lips only a week ago."

Gemma smiled to herself, dipping her own finger in to taste the potatoes and then moved them safely away from Sirius to the table. Watching as plates floated around her and landed in their spots along with silverware and green cloth napkins, she turned back to see her boyfriend floating a bottle of red wine over along with four glasses as she moved to grab the roast from the oven.

"I was probably pissed drunk, wasn't I? Or maybe trying to bribe you?" She teased, squeaking a bit as Sirius slapped her bum with her body still bent down grabbing for their dinner. "I swear to all that is holy, Black, if you do that one more bloody time –"

"You'll what, Leprechaun? Your threats over the last hundred times have never really seen the light of day."

Standing back up, he winked at her as she glared in return and went to set the steaming hot pan on the table. "I'll kill you, is what I'll do. And to think, I said I can't live without you? Lies and slander."

"Nope, you said it, very softly, just after a bit of a romp on Prongs' sofa," Sirius waggled his eyebrows, her cheeks heating again as he laughed, "See! You remember, you tart."

"I hate you."

They both laughed a few minutes later, Gemma taking time to swat him on the arse with a dish towel before removing her apron and moving towards the back of the flat. She could feel him behind her, stalking her and hoping for a nice appetizer before dinner but she shut the door swiftly in his face after making her way into her room. "Aw, come on, Gems! I love youuuu."

"Uh-huh, sure – if you truly loved me, you'd know how to play my favorite Beatles' song on the guitar by now." She knew it was mean to tease him, knowing how hard he was trying to learn, but the groan of despair he let out a moment later was definitely worth it.

"You're a mean, mean woman."

Laughing quietly to herself, she quickly got out of her jeans and holey vest and into a cute, casual dress she'd bought the week before. Unable to get the zipper all the way up, she fixed her hair first and slid on a quick gloss along her lips before opening the door again. "I'm a cruel, devious monster, I know – zip me?"

"So very mean," he muttered, zipping it up and bending to press a warm kiss to the nape of her neck. Turning around, she caught his lazy grin before she stood on her tippy toes and pressed a kiss of her own to it. "I forgive you though, I guess – you're just so damn cute."

"It's the curse of the leprechauns."

"AH-HAH! YOU ADMIT IT! YOU'RE A LEPRECHAUN!"

Walking away and shaking her head, Gemma didn't stop laughing until Lily and James popped up and Sirius had finally stopped muttering about hidden pots of gold. There was something about that boy, something she still wasn't completely sure of, that left her falling in love with him more and more each day.

Even if he still couldn't play Eleanor Rigby on his guitar.