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Chapter Two: Getting Lucky or Not.

Sirius ran his fingers through his hair yet again making his already untidy mane completely unmanageable. Hermione had been sliding documents under his nose for the last six hours ranging from blood recognition for Gringotts to Wizengamot registration for the family seat to a statement for the Daily Prophet. To be honest he had thought spending the day with Hermione was going to turn out a lot dirtier and having his every hope crushed had put him in an irritable mood. The problem with his plan of seduction was thus; it seemed as if Hermione had no idea that he was hitting on her.

"I absolutely refuse to do this tomorrow. Let's celebrate the fact I am alive!"

"What would you like to do?"

You. He thought letting his eyes travel down her throat, staring at her pulse point wondering how she would taste on his tongue.

"Let's go to the three broomsticks and have some drinks." Sirius said instead.

"Then why don't we go in two hours after everyone gets off of work. I'll make us some quick lunch and change. Sound good?"

"Merlin, yes!"

Hermione laughed, throwing her head back at Sirius' hopeful expression, walking out of the room heading to the kitchen. Sirius followed her, watching the swing of her hips the whole way. She was a turn on, the way she moved while she cooked was the most erotic thing to watch. Of course part of the draw was watching her cook while in those shorts. They could kill a man.

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He was impatiently waiting in the library for Hermione to get ready to go get a few drinks when he finally heard her on the stairs. He had been waiting for a solid hour past the promised time and was growing petulant the longer he sat. He moved to the foyer staring up at the gorgeous woman who was wearing a tight red dress that ended just below mid-thigh and in black heels that were tied with black ribbons on the back of her ankle, showing how very delicate her legs were. He gulped and tried to reign in his raging emotions and failing completely.

"You look amazing, Kitten." Sirius complimented breathlessly.

"Thanks! You don't look so bad yourself." She shot him a huge happy grin. "Everyone should be waiting for us there, I am sorry it took me so long to get ready, but I have a date tonight right after and I wanted to spend as much time as possible with everyone.

"You have a date tonight? With who?" He tried to act as if it didn't affect him but he was burning with jealousy. If she told him who it was he was sure to kill the interloping bastard.

"A guy who has been asking for a date for three or four years now. He finally wore me down."

"You shouldn't give a bloke false hope like that."

"Who says its false?"

"If you had been really interested you would have dated him when he first asked."

"Why do you even care about my dating habits?"

"If we don't leave now we are going to be late!"

Sirius knew that Hermione wasn't fooled for a second, but she let the subject drop in favor of leaving for the three broomsticks to his immense relief. He didn't want to scare her with the depths of his feelings just yet. They threw the floo powder into the fireplace announcing clearly their destination and stepped out into the crowded room.

Sirius laid a possessive hand on her lower back, ushering her to the table that was heavily surrounded, guessing correctly that Harry and the Order were sitting there.

"Sirius and Hermione are here!"

"Woah, Hermione! Why are you so dressed up?" Asked Ron thoughtlessly.

"She has a date tonight." Sirius sullenly answered for her as she threw him an annoyed look. He sat as close to her as he could, drowning in her natural floral scent.

"Oooh with who?" Asked Ginny who was fairly bouncing in her seat in light of this new juicy information that Hermione had neglected to tell the redheaded girl.

"Zabini."

"You can't date Zabini, 'Mione! He's a Slytherin!" Said Ron whose thoughts were clearly echoed by every male member of the group.

"Why are you still on old House prejudices, Ron?" Hermione narrowed her eyes.

"They are snakes for a reason." Said Harry, half hiding behind Ginny, knowing Hermione was bound to explode at their interference any minute.

"It is absolutely none of your business who I date."

Kingsley came in the pub surrounded by his entourage and the myriad array of politicians following in his wake. Everyone backed off minutely but quickly as the Minister joined the table full of war heroes. Reporters swarmed the perimeter that the Minister's security enforced.

"Sirius! I was so glad to hear that Hermione was able to get you back!" He clapped Sirius on the back and took the seat on Hermione's other side.

"Rosie, Firewhiskey all around!" Charlie Weasley said grinning at the voluminous barmaid.

"Coming right up!"

"So Sirius, Harry said you don't remember anything past the first six months of your stint in Azkaban."

"That's right."

"Well, let's start by reintroducing everyone. I am the Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt. This bloke here is Charlie Weasley, Dragon tamer. Next to him is Neville Longbottom Herbology assistant teacher, Rubius Hagrid Professor of Care of Magical Creatures, George Weasley owner of Weasley Wizard Wheezes, Angelina Johnson soon to be Weasley; Chaser for the Harpies, Dean Thomas an intern in the Magical Sports and Games unit, Luna Scamander the naturalist, Newt Scamander also a naturalist, Harry Potter Head Aurour, Ginny Weasley another Chaser for the Harpies, Ron Weasley co-owner of Weasley Wizard Wheezes, and Hermione Granger Unspeakable." Sirius nodded to each in turn adding a wink for Hermione that was answered by a very obnoxious eye roll. He smiled to himself until he remembered her date and grew a tad bit annoyed. He would just have to follow her. To make sure she was safe and all. He was pretty good at convincing himself that his reasons were noble and not stalker-ish.

An hour into their impromptu get together, Hermione announced that she was leaving to meet her date.

"Where are you going for your date, Hermione?" Asked Ginny earning a happy smile from Sirius unknowingly.

"He is taking me to that new restaurant in Diagon Alley."

"Wow! I heard you would need to sell illegal potions to be able to afford a table there!" Ginny's eyes widened in appreciation as he voiced dropped into a whisper. "I expect details later!"

"Ginny…." She stopped and shook her head. There would be no convincing that girl to let it go.

Sirius couldn't let her just leave like that and stepped in front of her at the door blocking her route to get to a place she could apparate from.

"Sirius, what are you doing?"

"I didn't want you to leave without telling you goodbye." He smiled as Hermione gave him an Are-you-completely-crazy look. He stepped forward enveloping her in a huge hug, rubbing against her in an effort to make her smell like him. The dog in him was coming out.

"Sirius, Stop! I'll see you later at home."

"Yeah, sure… What time? You know, so I can make you a cup of tea."

"A cup of tea? Sirius, Get out of my way."

He blocked the doorway again.

"If not tea, then hot chocolate. Remus loved chocolate." He shamelessly gave her puppy dog eyes. Hermione sighed. He didn't think she would be able to resist his grieving over Remus.

"Fine! I'll be home by eleven."

"See you then Kitten!" he said playfully finally letting her through the door. He yelled his goodbyes at the group, only Ginny noticing that his departure followed so closely with Hermione's. He sent a nod in her direction indicating his willingness to spill later. She smiled wider and sent him a wink, guessing correctly that he was off to ruin Hermione's date. It wouldn't hurt to have the Weasley girl on his side.

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Alexander Flint was at the end of his patience. He was sitting in the darkest corner he could find in the three broomsticks drowning himself in Firewhiskey. He had just come from a meeting of Mordrid's Circle, the last faithful group of purebloods in the country. He had angered them yet again for failing in his one and only mission. Kill the Mudblood or at least make her go missing, forever. Flint felt like the group was doing the same thing as the Dark Lord did, underestimating her. Everyone knew that without the brains of the trio, the Potter brat would have never lived so long that last year he was on the run. It was not easy to sabotage Miss Granger.

Hence the reason he was drinking his weight in Ogdon's finest. He perked up a bit when he heard the Weasley girl screech about Granger's date, but discounted all possibilities of getting anything done tonight for three reasons, A. He was drunk, B. The whole pub was now aware Hermione was going on a date with Zabini including the reporters, and C. Her date was Zabini. Another competent Blood traitor. Of course he wasn't a blood traitor until after The Dark Lord had fallen, but he should have stayed true to his blood, not throw their invitation back in their faces. And he wasn't the only pureblood scion to throw them over. That Malfoy brat was the trend setter. It always came down to the bloody Malfoys somehow. He thought bitterly staring at the bottom of his glass with a frown. How did it get empty so quick?

He wasn't punished as long as his last one though. They gave him a plan to help him with his mission this time which made him relieved. He wasn't the best at making plans that wouldn't trace back to him. Which was the sole reason why The Dark Lord kept him in the lower echelons of his ranks. He ordered his next drink slightly hopeful until the wiry Unspeakable slid into the chair opposite him and slid a folded parchment to him. The second he read the one and only line on the parchment he scowled and told Rosmerta to 'keep them coming until he passes out'. The parchment fluttered from his fingers to lay open on the table for a moment before the Unspeakable snatched it and left as quietly as he came. Anyone who looked over there would have seen what was written. 'Hermione Granger is taking two weeks of vacation starting Monday.' It bloody well figured.

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Sirius had gone to the restaurant that Ginny had said Hermione was going to and with a hefty bribe, ended up at the table next to theirs. Realizing that he would need a date to make it look realistic he had apparated back to the three broomsticks and commandeered Ginny, explaining that he hadn't thought everything out until after he left. Ginny was pretty excited to help Sirius spy on Hermione and try the new cuisine, so she easily agreed, dropping a quick kiss on Harry's cheek.

The Maître d' seated them quickly as Sirius held a chair out for Ginny.

"What the hell Sirius?" Hermione whispered to him from the other table.

"I am having a meal with my good friend, Ginny Weasley, of course."

"In the same restaurant that you both knew Blaize was taking me to and coincidently at the very next table?!"

"It sounded good. I wanted to try it seeing how I've only come back from the dead recently."

"Yes, I can see how that would be the reason." She deadpanned.

"Is everything okay Hermione?" Blaize asked concernedly.

"Yes, everything is fine lover boy." Called Sirius making Blaize flush in embarrassment.

"Sirius!"

"Hermione!"

He tried to hold in a laugh as Hermione's face turned bright red in frustration then as her eyes grew fierce as she literally turned her back on him. He looked at Ginny with one eyebrow raised as she was shaking into the napkin, the laughter that was dying to be released causing her eyes to water.

"What can I get for you, Sir."

"Chef's choice and your best bottle of –"

"And you miss?"

"The same, Thank you."

"My pleasure."

Sirius leaned over to hear what Hermione and lover boy were saying.

"…Love my job but the atmosphere is very repressive…" Hermione said.

"…took over the family business…successful…boring…" It was a shame he couldn't hear what lover boy was saying.

It had become hard to hear them over the light chatter and movement of the room causing Sirius to pout like a child. After the food was served, Blaize reached out his hand to take Hermione's over the table and in response, Sirius faked a coughing fit and bumped into Hermione's chair causing her hands to fly up and catch him from falling to the floor. While his head was turned he gave the shocked Zabini a wink and apologized, hiding his grin until he was back in his seat.

"I know exactly what you are doing Sirius!"

"What's that Kitten?" He asked putting on his innocent face.

"You are trying to ruin my date!"

"How preposterous! I would never!" He acted offended as if he weren't doing exactly that.

"I am so sorry Blaize, this guy has no filter on his actions or words."

"You don't need to apologize for me Kitten."

"Really, Hermione. It's fine."

"It is not fine!" she growled at Ginny and Sirius. Ginny having the sense to apply herself to eating the newly arrived food.

"Better get eating Sirius, you are going to need the sustenance for when I get home!" Hermione threatened.

"Promises, promises." His eyes lit up in naughty speculation.

"Sirius!" She screeched making the restaurant go silent, forcing her to apologize for her unseemly behavior as Sirius sat on his chair shaking his head in mock disappointment.

"Maybe we should do this another time, when your friend isn't around."

"I am so sorry Blaize."

"At least it ensures me another date." Blaize smiled at her.

"Kitten, when you get home, I could really use a neck rub. I haven't been sleeping so well lately."

Hermione visibly set her teeth and Sirius gloated triumphantly as he saw the hurt and speculation in lover boys' eyes.

The two couples had finished nearly at the same time and upon settling the bill Sirius and Ginny followed the dating pair out.

"I enjoyed seeing you Hermione. Perhaps we could set up another date some other time?" Blaize asked hopefully, finally shooting daggers at his competition.

"Of course. I would love to."

Blaize lifted her hand to place a kiss on her knuckles when Sirius hugged Hermione from behind.

"What about that hot chocolate you promised me, Kitten?" Sirius asked not realizing he made a huge mistake.

"Good Night Hermione." Blaize said as he turned and walked towards the apparition point.

"Sirius, I am going to give you to the count of ten and if you are not far away, I will murder you." She had pinched the bridge of her nose with the forefinger and thumb of her left hand, clutching her wand in the other which hadn't been there a moment ago.

Sirius took Ginny's hand and started skipping down the alley only stopping to turn after reaching the half way point to yell,

"I promise to be top notch in stamina tonight Kitten. See you at home!" He yelled for all of Diagon Alley to hear.

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Sirius made good on his promise to provide hot chocolate even though Ginny warned him that if he didn't want to find his balls tanned and nailed to the wall somewhere, he should hide for the night. But Sirius was not a coward, he was looking forward to combating her fire.

She strolled in angry as hell, sparks flying from the tip of her wand an hour later.

"Hello Kitten! It's been too long!"

"What the hell?"

"Don't worry, I've kept it under stasis for us. It's still as warm and yummy as when I made it. Remus always loved mine the best."

"I am not talking about the damn Cocoa! I am talking about the fact you ruined my date tonight."

"I did no such thing. Perhaps you just weren't into your date."

Her eyes went a bit wild as she lifted her wand.

"stupefy."

"Protego."

"Now Kitten,"

"Don't you dare Kitten me!"

"What would you rather I called you? Love?"

"Expelliarmus."

"Protego."

Sirius walked closer to the half deranged woman.

"Stupify. Stupify."

"Protego Maxima."

He grabbed her wand arm and forced it to point at the ground, pulling her body into his. Her chest heaving against his letting him feel her erect nipples through her dress as her parted lips quivered in her fury. He couldn't help himself. He really couldn't. He leaned down and took her lips with hers in a passionate entangle. Slowly walking her back until her bum met the countertop, he began grinding his erection into her stomach. His hand gripping her hips, pushing them into the granite. Sirius was seriously thinking about propping her on the counter and finding out what kind of knickers she wore under the dress.

"Merlin." Hermione whispered when they broke for air.

"Call me whatever you want, Kitten." He mumbled against her lips before taking them with his own once more. Licking her lower lip hoping she would open for him. He nearly lost it when she did, allowing his tongue to caress her willing mouth and using her own to taste him. She shuddered in his arms as he pulled back once more to catch his breath.

Hermione grabbed the front of his robes and pulled him closer for one last kiss before roughly pushing him away. Sirius was shocked. Wasn't she enjoying it as much as he was? She looked at him with wide dilated eyes full of wants and needs. With a pain that was nearly physical, Sirius watched Hermione as she pushed her feelings away before sauntering over to the table and lifting the chocolate in silent salute. She took a small sip as she crossed the room, passing him without looking at him as she left.

He fell heavily into his chair that had already been pulled out and put his head between his knees. It took every ounce of self-control he had to not follow her up the stairs and shag her into the mattress. Sirius pulled out the bottle of brandy adding a healthy dose to his chocolate. Trying to force his erection down by thinking of all manner of things and failing completely. Her breathless lips swollen and plump from his ministrations.

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Harry came by the next day bright and early to make sure Sirius was still alive after hearing from Ginny the mischief they caused Hermione last night. Sirius was still sleeping when he arrived. It was a shock for Harry to find his Godfather nude on top of the blankets. After shouting at Sirius for a half hour to wake up, he finally did. Leaving Harry to retreat to the kitchen while Sirius got ready.

Hermione had heard Harry yelling at Sirius and smiled in satisfaction. Harry would take her side. She was sure of it. When the yelling died down she walked to the bathroom wrenching open the door that sometimes stuck when the humidity got too out of control, it was Britain after all. When the door opened she came face to face to a sexy, finely chiseled, naked Sirius.

He smirked in pleasure. This was the reason he chose to sleep in the nude. In the hopes Hermione would get to see exactly what she was missing.