I dont own any of the Harry Potter characters

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I Can See The Way

I See The Way You Look At Me

And When You Look Away

I Know You Think Of Me

I Know You Talk About Me All The Time

Again And Again

Avril Lavigne - Girlfriend

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He had no concept of how long it was that he lay there with his lips pressed to Hermiones, only that it was possibly the sweetest and single most enjoyable thing he had done in a very long time. Eventually he pulled back and smiled at the small upturn of her lips.

"I like your lips..." she whispered to him, her eyes still half closed.

"Yes... they're rather nice... though I think I prefer yours..." he brushed his mouth to hers, then smirked. "I better go and show my ugly face before they wonder where I am..."

"You're not ugly..." she told him sternly, but stood up to allow him to move from the bed.

He looked at her carefully, then smiled shrewdly. "Are you going to stay in here and watch me dress?"

She blushed, then shrugged. "I did last night..."

Sirius smiled. "Very true... just dont be shocked by my agreeably well sized muscles and..."

"I won't." She interrupted, blushing harder than ever. He smiled at her.

"Don't worry. It's not quite as big as my wand..."

"How bigs your wand?" Hermione asked before she could help herself. Then she bit her lip.

Sirius smirked. "13 inches."

Hermione gulped.

Shrugging, Sirius explained. "I have big hands. I needed a large wand to match..."

Hermione remained silent, looking down.

"Any idea how big Rons wand is?" Sirius probed cheekily.

"11 inches, but his other one was nowhere near!" She covered her mouth at what she had said. Sirius merely smiled.

"So you did see it then?"

"Of course I saw it!" Hermione said. "We slept in the same bed for almost a year."

Sirius observed her carefully, then smiled. "Would you like to sleep in my bed and see mine?" He invited, a sly grin covering his face.

Raising an eyebrow, Hermione said, "do you plan on removing these pictures of muggles in bikinis any time soon?"

Sirius opened his mouth, then shut it again. "They've got a permanent sticking charm..." he mumbled eventually.

"I see..." Hermione said. She observed one of the posters, then smirked. "Nevermind, these things can easily be adjusted." She pointed her wand and let a jet of flame engulf the posters.

Sirius watched, partially annoyed, but mostly impressed and -dare he think it- aroused by her total control of the situation. "You know, they were highly good-looking muggles!" He argued.

Hermione put her hands on her hips. "You cannot expect me to sleep in this room if there are half naked women on the walls, surely?"

Sirius thought for a second. "I suppose not..." he said thoughtfullly. He pulled her close and kissed her quite softly. "In which case, I suppose a threesomes not on your cards?"

Hermione paused, then shrugged. "I didn't say that..." she kissed him back. "I'd be quite happy to let dear Snivellus join in if you'd like there to be three of us..."

Sirius froze, then pulled back. "Snivellus?" He said coldly. "I wouldn't have a threesome with him if it was a choice between him and Horace Slughorn, and, trust me, Slughorn was NOT good looking. At all!"

Hermione smiled. "I know."

They kissed for several moments. He pulled back for air and looked at her. "You don't feel.. uncomfortable... having these kinds of conversations do you?" He asked with concern. "Because if you do, you only have to tell me and..."

Hermione covered his mouth. "It's fine. It feels perfectly comfortable..."

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Sirius entered the dining room a half hour later to see that only Remus, Hermione and Harry were there. He smiled meaningfully at Hermione after greeting Harry, then walked to the oven where sat several cooked rashers of bacon, still hot. He quickly made a sandwich and sat opposite Hermione, next to Harry. It did not go unnoticed by Remus, who cast Sirius a warning look before standing and making himself a coffee. Sirius avoided his friends eyes. Sometimes Remus paid too much attention to the rules. He shoved away the part of himself that said Hermione worked in much the same way.

"So when do I get my last six years worths of birthday presents?" Harry asked his godfather, who choked.

"Wha... what?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "After thirteen years of no presents I got a Firebolt. So surely I'm owed another one by now? Bearing in mind you missed my sweet sixteen, coming of age, and twenty first, I think it's only fair really..."

Sirius stared blankly at his godson. "I...I hadn't really thought about it to be honest. I guess if you wanted to we could go to Diagon Alley and get..."

Harry laughed. "I'm only joking Sirius. I spent most of your money anyway."

Sirius frowned. "What? How?"

"Your will left everything to me..." Harry said, but grinned. "I never actually had the guts to go to your vault though so I think it's still in there..."

Sirius smirked. "Trying to rob me are you?"

"Hardly." Harry said, grinning. "But Diagon Alley doesn't sound like a bad idea... what about it Remus?" He said, looking at Remus, who jumped with shock at being addressed suddenly.

"What? Diagon Alley...? Possibly... I don't know..."

Harry and Sirius exchanged glances, then Harry posed Hermione the same question.

"Of course!" Hermione said eagerly. "I need to look up a potion anyway, I can't seem to find it anywhere within your library Sirius and..." she stopped, blushing. "I'll go and get my money bag."

Sirius frowned. "What potion would that be?" he asked, confused. The library held most advanced potion books, his father had been an eager potioneer, although he had specialized mostly in Dark Magic, much like the rest of Sirius' family.

"Oh... it's just a potion for... nevermind..."

Sirius raised an eyebrow, intrigued, as she left the room. "Any ideas Harry?"

Harry shook his head slowly. "Not a clue. But I'd best go and get some decent clothes on rather than these."

Sirius looked at Harry. He seemed perfectly well dressed. Casual muggle jeans and sweater... he couldn't see what was wrong himself.

Harry noticed and explained. "Ginny might be there... and if she is... well I thought I might take her out for lunch..."

Sirius nodded slowly. "Ok..."

Remus looked at Sirius, and then said. "I might come actually. I think I may need some new robes... these are getting slightly... tatty..."

Sensing that Remus was not coming along to get extra robes, Sirius was most displeased when Harry left the room and Remus sat down across from Sirius.

"I thought I told you you shouldn't get involved..." he hissed softly. "Padfoot, she is twenty! Your almost forty two!"

Sirius glared at his friend. "Moony, you are and have been since first year, one of my closest friends, but you should keep well out of this. Hermione and I discussed it, and we've agreed to keep it quiet. But that doesn't mean we can't smile at each other on occasion, or sit across from each other at breakfast."

Remus shook his head. "Have you considered for a second how Harry will feel? Have you considered how uncomfortable you might make Hermione with your crude jokes and experience? She is an innocent girl Sirius, and you cannot pretend otherwise!"

"She is not a girl! She's a woman! And she does not feel uncomfortable about it! We discussed it!"

Remus shook his head. "Suit yourself Padfoot, but she is not going to be another little one-night conquest that you can just get rid of after you've had your way! So don't you dare behave like your usual promiscuous self and..."

"Remus, she's not just another conquest, and I don't plan on getting rid of her! Don't lecture me!" Sirius stood and left the room without a backwards glance.

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He ran up the stairs and stormed into his room, anger flooding through him. How could Remus accuse him of treating Hermione like another 'little conquest'. This was Hermione they were talking about! He very much doubted that even if he had wanted to he could have walked away with all four limbs attached, and was in no doubt at all that he would no longer have his biological wand. He stopped suddenly as he saw Hermione sat on his bed, playing with his sheets.

"Hermione?" He said, shocked. "I thought you were getting your money-bag..."

She smiled. "Well of course, thats what I wanted you to think!"

Sirius grinned. "You'll get me in trouble you know..."

Hermione smiled. "Don't tell me you'd mind... I know about your glowing reputation as a rule breaker Mister Black..."

He jumped, shocked by this new way of addressing him. "Mister Black?" He said, frowning. "Am I required to call you Miss Granger?"

She smirked. "Only if you'd so wish..."

He bent to kiss her, grazing her lips with his. His arms wrapped around her as his mouth continued to move over hers, and one hand found its way into her hair. Massaging the back of her head, he pulled her closer to him, smiling to him as he inhaled the smell of her hair. He smoothed his hand down her back slowly, his tongue sliding gently into her waiting mouth. He didn't want to go to Diagon Alley anymore. No, he should stay here all day and keep his tongue firmly down Hermiones throat. He realized that this was not the most romantic of ideas, yet since when had Sirius Black been a romantic? Trying to think about when he had ever shown a shred of romance, he moved slightly towards the bed, only to be interrupted by a firm knock on the door. Groaning his disapproval, he moved towards the door, letting Hermione slip to the other side of the room before opening it. Not to his surprise, but greatly to his annoyance, Remus entered.

"I would appreciate if next time I was speaking to you you did not storm out of the room without an explanation!" Remus hissed. "You have to learn to think before you act!"

"And I would appreciate if next time you follow me, you ask for permission before storming into my room!" Sirius retaliated.

Remus opened his mouth, then stopped when he saw Hermione on the other side of the room. "Hermione." He said softly. "Would you mind leaving me to talk to Sirius alone for a moment? There's something important that we need to discuss."

Hermione nodded and left the room, chancing a sidelong glance at Sirius as she passed, before shutting the door behind her. Remus waited until he heard footsteps on the stairs before speaking again.

"Have you considered that this is just a rebound from Ron?" Remus asked softly. "Have you considered that she may not be willing to do things that you yourself might wish?"

Sirius looked at Remus coldly. "Of course I have. And I think after many years in Azkaban with no sex, I might just be able to cope, don't you?"

Remus didn't answer.

"Why are you so bothered anyway?" Sirius asked suddenly. "Why are you being so protective over her?" He waited, then smirked. "You want her!" He said softly. "You're acting so angry towards me because you want her for yourself! Stop lecturing me with all this talk about age difference! You don't give a damn about it! You're just trying to get me to drop it so..."

Remus interrupted swiftly. "It may interest you to know that I married Tonks in your absence. And that we have a two year old son, and we are both extremely happy." He looked at Sirius coldly.

"I'm... sorry..." Sirius said, shock taking over. "Congratulations.. I suppose..."

Remus shook his head. "It doesn't matter. It may also interest you to know, that Hermione and I are friends. And, that while you may not hold the same friendship with me that once you did, I hold you in great esteem, and consider you the closest thing I have to a brother. So I think my concern for you launching into this relationship may be related to things other than attraction to Hermione."

He left the room in silence. Sirius stared at the door as he closed it behind him.

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Quality Quidditch supplies was not as busy as Sirius remembered it being. Although his last visit to the shop had been at the age of twenty, he could not imagine for a moment that the interest in Quidditch had decreased. A new broom had been released, and Sirius looked at it with a mild interest. The wood was finely polished and the metal handles glinted in the light of the sun shining through the window. The LightStar was a much improved version of the Firebolt, going much faster and smoother than Harrys broom. Harry however, seemed to be sentimentally attached to his own broom, and refused to allow Sirius to buy him a new one.

"Honestly Sirius, I'm not getting a new broom until that Firebolt gets ruined like my Nimbus." Harry argued. "I love that broom, and have not lost on it... as far as I can remember... and besides, apart from that, look at the price of it!"

Sirius merely shrugged at the 200 galleon price tag. "Not that much, really, considering."

Harry raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "Well, buy yourself one. I'll still outplay you." The smug look on Harrys face was more than enough to persuade Sirius.

"Right!" Sirius said. "I accept your challenge oh Godson of mine, and am not going to purchase the latest, fastest, smoothest broomstick that you ever did see. Then we'll see who's better at Quidditch."

Sirius headed confidently over to the shop assistant. "LightStar please." He said, placing a blank sheet of parchment on the desk. "And you can take the money out of this vault personally. Just don't take a knut more than you're owed, or I'll be whipping my wand out and hexing you to kingdom come!" He scribbled the vault number and amount owed on the parchment, handing it to him calmly.

The shop assistant nodded, scanning through the parchment before heading into the backroom. Casting a backwards look at Harry, Sirius was amused to see the stunned look on his face. Turning back, the shop assistant handed Sirius a wrapped package and thanked him kindly.

"You didn't even give him any money!" Harry said.

Sirius chuckled. "Of course I didn't. You can't expect wizards to pay over in cash all the time... is that what Muggles do? I thought they had cheeks? Or was it pecks?"

Hermione giggled from nearby. "They're called cheque's Sirius... pecks are..." she blushed, "chest muscles..."

Sirius looked at her, shocked, then shrugged. "Do they let Muggles pay with pecks as well?" He asked, rubbing his own chest proudly.

Hermione and Harry both laughed as they left the shop, to find Remus crossing from Madam Malkins, accompanied by Ginny. Harry's face lit up happily as Ginny greeted them, and immediately said goodbye to his godfather and best friend. Remus walked with Sirius and Hermione for several minutes but then, to both their shocks, he stated that he should go home to visit his son, whom he hadn't seen in several days. Sirius waved to him in confusion, but light elation began to swamp him as he and Hermione were left in the street alone. He grinned at her and grabbed her hand.

"Come on!" He said, smiling. "There's some nice alleys around here somewhere..."

Hermione laughed but shook her head. "No. I need to go to Flourish and Blotts and find a potion book with... that potion in..." She blushed.

Sirius raised an eyebrow. "What potion are you looking for love?" He said, grinning. "If it's something naughty then I might be able to help you out..."

She shook her head, but lead him to the shop anyway. "Just have a look round..." she said. "Keep yourself busy!"

Sirius smirked, resisting the urge to whisper to her about her controlling manner and moving away to look at the books within the shop. Some rather interesting new titles had been released of late, and he smirked at the more adult themed books. Erotic Exertions for Whinging Witches was the first to stand out, amongst others such as Bondage Brings Bruises, and Show Your Sexy Sorceress. Smirking, he turned around at the tap on his shoulder. He flushed at being caught amongst such books, he was highly shocked when Hermione picked up a considerably thick volume entitled Sex Is For Sissys, Screwing Is For Slaves. Sirius blinked, amused by Hermiones continually raised brows at particularly crude diagrams.

"How very odd..." she muttered. "I thought they were supposed to be big..." she pointed at a particular section in the book. Sirius bit back a laugh. "Hermione, that is not what you think it is. Look..." he pointed at the diagram. "Thats her tongue! And THAT," he moved his finger down the page slightly, "is what you assumed this to be..." He couldn't resist moving behind her to whisper in her ear, "she's being a very, very naughty little witch... and if you turn the page..." he flicked the page over to reveal another crude diagram, "you'll see how he punishes her for her misbehaviour!"

She blushed and put the book back. "Nevermind. Come and look for this potion with me."

Sirius frowned. "How? I don't know what I'm looking for."

"Just... look for a... human erm... adjustment, potion book..." Hermione turned away and picked a book from the nearest shelf.

"Witches Who Wanted Winkys?" Sirius questioned. "Excuse me Miss Granger, but if it's that kind of adjustment you're looking for I don't think I should help... being as I'm starting to very much enjoy sticking my tongue down your throat, I will remind you that I am perfectly straight, and a witch with a ... winky..." he accentuated the last word, disgusted that such a tool would be given such a derogative name, before continuing, "...might well mean I would have to change my own personal orientation... something I would highly disagree with."

Hermione shot him a glare, then shook her head and slammed the book back. "I'm not looking for that sort of adjustment... just a..." she gulped, "growth... potion."

Sirius blinked, before, quite subconsciously, glancing at her bosom. "You're not exactly small..." he stated, although he did quite unwillingly have a very interesting vision of a suddenly expanding chest.

Hermione glared at him. "Sirius..." She warned softly.

"What?" He shrugged. "So you're not humongous? They're not all they're cracked up to be you know. Jiggle around all over the place!"

She glared daggers at him, "Sirius, I have the chest of a twelve year old child!"

He blinked. "Excuse me?"

"You heard!" She hissed, glancing around to make sure nobody was looking.

"But it is a female twelve year old... right?"

Hermione looked away, but not quick enough to hide the reluctant smile on her face. Sirius moved closer to her and put his mouth close to her ear. "I'm sure they're very, very, very pleasing," he said softly, turning his lips to suck her earlobe softly. "But if you insist on increasing their size, I'll be only too happy to oblige." He pulled his wand from his back pocket, and pointed it vaguely in the direction of her chest. "Engorgio." he murmured. He watched with a great smile as, much as he had expected, Hermiones chest seemed to jiggle uncontrollably. "Oh dear me..." he said softly. "We seem to have a problem on our hands... do they feel bigger? They just look rather bouncy to me..." Hermione slapped him, covering her chest with her arms instantly. "Stop it. Make it stop right now!"

Sirius bit his lip to stop from laughing. "I'm sorry... but I'm not sure I know how..." At her glare he shrugged. "I can hold them still while you search for that book if you like?"

Hermione seemed to hesitate then hissed lightly under her breath. "Fine. But don't grope."

He handed her his new broomstick and, trying to comprehend how he could possibly hold onto her now leaping breasts without it being considered as groping, he eased his arms around her and placed his hands firmly on her chest, a small grin on his face.

"You are such a filthy pervert!" She hissed at him, then lead him towards another shelf.

"Well, if you'd like, I could just use 'reducto' and hope to god they don't fly off?" He joked, smiling at a passing old lady who stared in utmost horror at the placement of his hands and attempted to drag her five year old grandson away. "Sorry about this!" Sirius explained casually. "She's having a slight problem with her assets, and rather than let me take her to Saint Mungos, she insists that we come here and find a cure!" He smiled at the little boy. "Now you, go and take your Grandma along to Florean Fortescue's and buy her a nice big ice cream!" At this point he removed one hand from Hermiones chest and reached into his pocket, flicking two galleons at the boy, whilst the lady hurriedly pulled him away. Grinning to himself, Sirius kissed Hermiones shoulder. "You found that book yet?" He asked softly.

"No, and you're not helping."

"Would you like me to let go?" He asked quietly.

No, she thought, she would not like him to let go. On the other hand, he was making rather a scene with passers by as he continued to explain his reasons for his indecent behaviour. However, she was quietly enjoying the warmth and support of his hands, and so continued to search through books without another word.

It wasn't until much later, when Sirius was beginning to feel highly conspicuous, that they found the correct potion in a book entitled Bigger Balls And Bouncing Boobs -this much to his amusement- that they walked, rather oddly, towards the till. Grinning shiftily at the young wizard behind the desk, Sirius watched Hermione as she paid the six galleons over, then walked her out of the shop and towards the Leaky Cauldron, Hermione carrying his broomstick and her book in either hand.

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The Leaky Cauldron was quite quiet for the late afternoon, and Sirius ordered their drinks at the bar whilst Hermione hurriedly walked to the table at the back of the room and sat herself facing away from the other customers.

"You know, if you're unhappy about those jiggling jugs of yours, I could make them stop," Sirius threw out casually as he sipped his Firewhiskey. Hermione glared at him.

"You know how to make them stop?" She asked sternly.

Sirius grinned and nodded. "Of course. I also knew engorgio would cause a jiggle." Smirking at her disgusted expression, he said, "oh come on, a little part of you enjoyed having my hands on your chest. In fact, I think the little part of you that enjoyed it, was the little part you plan to expand..." he winked at her. "So do you want to make them stop?"

Hermione glared, then nodded slowly. "You're a dirty old man."

"Dirty? I had a shower only last night!" Sirius replied indignantly. "In fact, the only part of that statement I would agree with would be..." pretending to lift his jeans and look down he said, "man... or at least I think so... hang on..." he cocked his head to one side as Hermione blushed and looked away. "Mione, can you do me a favour... I'm not sure what this is..."

She snorted and looked back at him. "Ok you're not a dirty old man, now please stop them jiggling!"

Sirius nodded. "Of course." Pointing his wand at her chest he said, quite calmly, "Finite Incantatem". Hermione stared at him.

"Is that it? Is that all there is to it?"

Sirius shrugged. "Judging by your no longer jiggling chest, I would guess so." He smiled warmly at her across the table and reached for her hand. "Now, don't be angry at me for wanting to grope you. As I'm sure you'd understand if you'd read Erotic Exertions for Whinging Witches cover to cover - as I have - you'd know that sometimes a lady needs to be shown a new route of eroticism through circumstances which may or may not be instantaneously appreciated."

Hermione smiled despite herself. "You're disgusting." She told him, reaching for her book.

"Says she as she reaches for a book which gives instructions to increase the size of her breasts? Personally, I think thats a lot like hypocrisy." Snatching the book from her hand, he flicked through quickly, before landing on a page bearing the words; Increasing Your Length. Casting Hermione a flirtatious look, he began to read out the instructions in a very loud voice.

"Using your wand, use the common swish-and-flick motion and speak the incantation 'Penigorgio'" he raised a brow and continued on. "Next, allow the said penis to grow to the desired length before speaking the incantation of 'Finite Gorgio' ! Frowning at her, he said, "I thought this was supposed to be a potion book?"

Hermione snatched it back, blushing furiously, glad that the few customers consisted of a hag so absorbed in her sheeps liver that she had gone temporarily deaf, and a very drunk vampire who seemed to be having trouble standing up again. "Stop stealing my book! I know you'd like your wand to be thirteen inches!"

Sirius smirked. "But at least now I have the means to grow it!"

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Harry and Ginny were already back at Grimmauld Place when Hermione and Sirius returned. Hoisting his new broomstick onto his shoulders, Sirius followed his Godson into the garden and watched as he released a golden snitch of his own.

"First to catch it?" Harry challenged.

"Best of three." Sirius called. "I've never played seeker before. I used to be the Beater. Or the Chaser. Depending on what I felt on the day."

Harry grinned. "I'll give you a couple of minutes to get used to your broom shall I?" And he headed over to Ginny and Hermione, who had stood on the veranda to watch. Winking at Hermione, Sirius mounted his broom and kicked off, wind rushing through his hair as he sped up incredibly fast. It was faster than his old Comet, and he was certain that it would outfly the Firebolt with ease. It obeyed his slightest touch. The slightest lean to the left and he turned smoothly. He swerved and looped, enjoying the freshness of the wind in his hair. Eventually he sped to the ground and dismounted, his hair windswept. He saw Hermione look at him for a second, before tapping Harry on the shoulder.

"Come on sonny-jim!" Sirius called. "Get onto that broom of yours and show us what your bunch of twigs can do!" He grinned and jumped back onto his broom, lifting off instantly. "I'll race you around three times, and if we see the snitch, then we can pull off course and catch it."

Harry smirked. "Come on Sirius, I'm easily going to beat you." They sped to the trees and looked down at Hermione and Ginny. They waved, then Hermione shot green sparks into the sky. Sirius sped forwards at full speed, easily outstripping Harrys broom and giving himself a great distance ahead. Less than a minute later, he touched down, smirking as his Godson touched down several seconds after him.

"I think I win." Sirius grinned. He noticed a glint of gold a few metres behind Harry, but forced himself to look at Harry, although he could clearly see the snitch, now hovering next to an oak tree. He picked up his broom. "Not bad if I may say so myself." He flung his leg over instantly, then shot off, swerving around Harry and speeding as fast as he could towards the Snitch at top speed. It was hardly a second later and the ball was flying upwards, Sirius in its wake, his arm outstretched. He could hear Harry a few metres behind him. "Come on, you can't catch that, you're old!" But Sirius merely smirked and continued on, finally throwing himself upwards and snatching the ball in his outstretched hand. He swerved to a halt and laughed at Harry.

"Did I just beat the youngest seeker in a century?" He grinned. "Did I just beat James Potters son?"

Harry looked at his godfather for several moments, then shrugged. "It was a fluke!"

Smiling, Sirius let the snitch go. It sped downwards, and he and Harry exchanged a single look, before hurtling after it instantaneously. Neck and neck they hurtled at full speed towards the floor. Sirius gained a slight lead, his shoulder a few centimetres ahead of Harrys. Pulling up slightly, Sirius levelled off and hurtled further forward, throwing himself from the broom to catch the snitch in his hand. He stood up and looked round grinning, his grin then splitting from ear to ear as he saw Harry sat in a puddle of mud on the lawn.

"And LightStar beats Firebolt by miles. Black beats Potter and claims the title of BEST Seeker in the house!" At a glance from Ginny he smirked. "Don't worry, I won't muscle in on his territory." He winked. "Hermione's more my type!"

Hermione looked at him as if to quiet him, but Ginny and Harry merely laughed.

He met Hermiones eye and smiled meaningfully. Heat flooded his body and his heart pounded as she smiled back.

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