Chapter 10: I own nothing as usual, it's rather sad really. Someone please review?

Chapter 10: A Blonde, A Brunette and A Redhead Walk into a Bedroom.

Sirius fell quickly back into his life; it was almost as if he had never been dead. He had started working out and put on some weight and so 1 month after his miraculous return he looked very similar to how I had known him dead.

Plus he seemed genuinely happy to be back in the realm of the living, happiness always increases attractiveness in my opinion.

He usually came to see me at least every other day, as "technically I was his only living friend" he had said.

When I asked about his friendship with Harry and crew he told me that he would always have a different relationship with them because Harry was his godson, and he had known them all as children. Which I said made sense but reminded him that officially I was 5-6 years younger than them.

Harry had returned all Sirius' property save Grimauld place which he didn't want anyways, and my house, which was legally mine, and I told he would have to fight me for it.

"But Darling; that was THE bachelor pad, Padfoot's Pad is what I called it. The last home I was ever happy in." He whined to me one day.

He was just being difficult. I knew very well he didn't want the house back; I would have given it to him if he had.

"I might have given it back to you if you hadn't given it such a dumb ass name." I told him. "I think I'll call it McAvoy Manor."

"No, that is a dumb ass name, sounds like Malfoy Manor." He pointed out. I guess it did. "Fine, I'll think of something else but it is not being called Padfoot's Pad that's for sure." I assured him.

"Well, It's not exactly a bachelor pad anymore anyway is it?" He said gloomily. "I never thought my house would have so much pink in it."

"Well, your house wouldn't but MY house would, and since Colleen McAvoy is the name on the deed, that's whose house it is." I said. "But, there will always be a guest room for you. I have the perfect one, I call it the Marie Antoinette room" I said laughing. He was very adamant on his masculinity.

"It sounds terribly masculine" He said in a dry way. "And you know bloody well if I really wanted that house you would have handed it over in a heartbeat. You're much too nice McAvoy, It's a flaw really." He said to me.

"Once again" I said pointing to myself "kicked out of country for being a heinous bitch" I was not too nice, damn it. He let me win the argument mostly, he did give an eye roll, but then he shut up about it.

Sirius had also fell right back into his role as heartbreaker. He had been with 4, count 4 women in one week, and those were just the ones I knew about.

I tried to pretend as if it didn't bother me but each time I saw him with a woman, touching her or kissing her I felt a fiery jealousy rise up in my chest.

I knew why he was doing it, I mean of course he was a typical horny guy, but the women of London where throwing themselves at him in droves. He had achieved a new celebrity status, not that he hadn't been one before.

Sirius Black: wrongly accused prisoner, only person to ever break out of Azkaban by themselves, Harry Potter's godfather, died in battle and back from the dead, he was a bitch magnet.

He was attractive; he had confidence and a reckless attitude; I can't say he wasn't interesting. If I hadn't known him I probably would have been right there with the rest of 'em, soaking up his every word.

But I did know him and I found it more annoying than anything. I did not appreciate the deathly stares from jealous women of all ages, when I was seen in public with him.

I wasn't sure if I liked him as more than a friend or if I was just used to having his undivided attention. Whatever it was' it pissed me off that he was always off with a new girl. I felt bad for them too, 2 of the girls I knew and actually quite liked.

I was struggling with myself; I wanted him to myself but I also didn't want the girls to get hurt.

I was supposed to meet him at his house one Sunday morning so we could go to breakfast, and I knocked and knocked but no one answered. The door was unlocked so I let myself in, thinking he was in the shower or still asleep.

I went up to his bedroom, opened the door and was horrified. "AAAAHHH! My eyes!" I screamed and covered my eyes with my hands and threw myself into the wall of his bedroom.

Sirius, a brunette girl and a redhead girl were in his bed, completely naked and completely tangled up in each other.

My screaming had woken them up. The girls seemed slightly embarrassed and Sirius was laughing his ass off. "You should have bloody well knocked then." He said still laughing, not even bothering to cover himself, I couldn't help but look then, the boy was blessed.

"I did, knock. We were supposed to meet for breakfast, remember?" I informed him, trying not to stare at his naked self. The girls did try to cover themselves at least.

"I remembered, I just overslept" He said seriously. I'm sure he remembered, or not. Boys, I swear.

"Whatever; just get ready" I replied, well it's not as if he hadn't seen me in similar situations, but never with more than one person.

"Alright, come on girls" he said to them and slapped them both on the ass. "time to go." The girls stretched out looking quite pleased with themselves.

"You know" Said the brunette girl to me. "You're rather sexy; you should join us next time." Or not I thought. Maybe if it was just me and Sirius alone, wait, no. I do not want Sirius Black, I do not want Sirius Black.

"Thank you for the offer, but I think I'll pass." I shook my head at her. "Your loss, he's good, so is she." She said shrugging and pointing to Sirius and the redhead. I just laughed. What an awkward situation. "I'll be downstairs" I said looking at Sirius.

"Sirius, you are such a slut." I said shaking my head at him after the girls left and he came downstairs. "What?" "I'm just trying to make up for years of lost time, being celibate while dead and/or imprisoned." He said shrugging "and please don't act all innocent I could always tell you were much kinkier than you led Zabini to believe."

"My kinkiness is none of your concern, Sirius" I reminded him playfully.

"Now, darling, I know you're jealous that it's not you in bed with me, but you heard the Brunette one, you can join in next time." He said playfully and winked at me.

"Well, Sirius, as magical as that sounds….wait did you just call her the brunette one? You don't even know her name?" I asked him.

"Of course I know it; it's Carrie, or maybe Mary. I don't something like that; don't give me that look! I knew it last night!" He shouted.

"You are hopeless." I told him as I ushered him out the door. But, he was right; I was jealous that he was in bed with them and not me. What was the world coming to?

Well, if he was going to sleep with every girl in London, so would I. Well not girls, but guys and I would be having them buy me dinner, not sleeping with them, but you get my point.

I was going to either make him jealous or find some one new. Both these options seemed like better plans than wallowing in misery while he porked everything with a vagina.

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