Mid-July....

Harry was walking down one of the long corridors of the castle, where most of the Order occupied family quarters, when one of the doors opened and Sirius stepped out, walking backwards, with an armful of a robe-covered Hermione. And they were kissing!

Harry's mouth dropped open. Not even a month ago, Sirius was in the forest with Severus Snape. Now here he was with a half-naked Hermione out in the hallway where anyone could see them!

Anger filled Harry. What was his Godfather? A playboy? Just last month, he was letting Severus fuck him in the forest....Now here he was with Hermione. His best friend and one of the few girls he considered a sister!

"S-Sirius?!"

"Oh, hello, Harry!" Hermione said as she cuddled up closer to Sirius.

"Please tell me-not my godfather?"

"Oh, please, Harry," Hermione giggled. "Everyone deserves to have a... little fun."

Harry's eyes bugged and he sputtered. "Mione! What are you saying?!"

Grinning, a mischievous glint in her eyes, as she wrapped her arms around the older wizard. "Sirius is very pleasant company."

He shook his head. He didn't recognize his Hermione anymore. Everyone was changing. Too fast.

Sirius kissed Hermione once more and stepped away.

"Later, Sirius?"

"We'll see, Hermione. We'll see." He winked at Harry and sauntered down the hall.

Hermione watched until he turned a corner and she could no longer see him.

Harry mumbled a goodnight, and hurried after his Godfather. "Sirius!"

Sirius stopped at the end of the hallway where it tee'd off into different directions. "Hey Pup!"

"Sirius! Can we talk?!"

"Sure! Let's go to my rooms. I need a shower anyway. What's on your mind?"

Once they were in Sirius' rooms and the older man had disappeared into his bathroom, Harry began pacing. Why did it bother him that Sirius was with Hermione? He understood in the time of strife and war, that relationships come and go. But, what about Severus? Their actions the other day, well, it was clear they'd been together for some time. It didn't seem to bother Sirius, and he hadn't seen Severus acting any differently. So, why was he worrying about it?

"Okay, Pup? What's wrong?" Sirius said walking out in a bathrobe and pajama bottoms, rubbing a thick towel against his hair.

Perching on the edge of the sofa, Harry tried to gather his thoughts: how he should start this, what to ask first. He finally looked up, curiosity and concern in the green eyes.

"How do you do it?"

Sirius frowned. "How do I do what?"

"I saw you with Severus. Now with Hermione? What are you trying to do?"

"I don't understand, Harry."

"How can you sleep around! How can you be so--so--promiscuous?"

"My, that's a big word. 'Mione teach you that one? What's wrong with being... unrestricted?"

"Sirius!"

"And how do you know about Severus? We never did anything where anyone could see us!"

Harry felt the blush burn his cheeks and spread down his neck to his chest, as he looked down. His answer was mumbled.

"What? You need to speak up. I didn't catch that."

"I-I saw the two of you w-when I was coming back f-from the lake. Last month. In the clearing."

Sirius smirked. "Ah, gave you a show did we?"

"Bloody Hell, Sirius, the both of you acted like long time lovers. Sure didn't seem like a one off to me!"

Sirius tossed the damp towel back toward the bathroom, ruffled his hand through his still-damp hair and sat down on the sofa next to his godson.

"That's because, Pup, it wasn't. It's never been a one-off between me and Snape."

The look in the green eyes became even more confused. "Explain, Sirius."

"Why are you so defensive about this?"

"Just tell me!"

Sirius sighed. "Very well. I guess it really doesn't matter at this point if you know, but, you must promise to keep it to yourself! There are those that must not know. At least not until after Voldie is dead and gone!"

Harry looked at him oddly for a moment before agreeing.

"Snape and I became interested in each when we were still students here. We got along well enough and found out we were smashing at sex together. But, the fact that I hadn't been Sorted into Slytherin like the rest of the Blacks, was a big problem. He couldn't be seen fraternizing with a Gryffindor, and I couldn't be seen doing the same with a slimy Slytherin. The Slytherin's saw me as a turncoat, a traitor. So, Moony and Pads--your Dad-- came up with a plan to make us look like enemies, even though we were far from it."

Harry's eyes widened. "The Whomping Willow incident..."

"Yup. And it worked like a charm!!"

"But what's Hermione got to do with it?"

Sighing, Sirius said, "Nothing. She's just matured into a voluptuous, beautiful young woman, with an entertaining and interesting mind."

"Sirius..." Harry crossed his arms and gave him that 'don't hand me that shite' look.

"Well, she is! And bloody damn good in bed too."

Harry continued to glare.

"Alright. Severus and I aren't meant to be together. It would always be a 'scratching a mutual itch' thing. We've always been the best at sex with each other, but that's all it is. I can't settle and he's too wary of everyone to stop and make a go of a relationship."

"What do you mean?"

"Past experiences have made it...very difficult... for him to trust anyone to get that close."

"Why? Who hurt him?"

"That's not my story to tell, Harry."

"So. The way you act toward each other. Around others. It's all...an act?"

"Yes. During Voldemort's first rise, a lot of us pureblood's had to find a way to stick together. Especially when some of our families were forcing their children to take the Dark Mark. Severus' Great-Uncle Malcolm was in the thick of things. And Severus was brilliant in Potions, in his brewing and in his creating. He was a prime candidate for the Dark Lord. His mother was good woman, but she was weak when it came to going against her family."

"They took him and... forced him to take the Mark?" Harry asked, clearly shocked and repulsed.

"The same night. Lucius and Regulus as well. They held Lucius' Mother captive and threatened to hurt her if he didn't comply. Regulus took the Mark to keep them from killing our little sister. But in the end, it was for naught. The snake-faced bastard killed them anyway." I think sometimes, Bella went mad that night when they hurt her amd killed her."

"You had a sister?"

"Yes, her name was Guinevere. She was beautiful and shy. Quiet and loving. My father was never the same."

"Who brought her to Voldemort?" Harry asked, his voice barely a whisper.

"My moher."

Harry left not too long afterward. He had a lot to think about. He'd heard the stories from various members of the Order, about the fist rise of Voldemort, but things didn't sink in until now, like the brutality and underhanded schemes, to get wizards and witches to join him.

Harry was going to greatly enjoy in sending the bastard to Hell, where he belonged.