Hello! Sorry I couldn't update sooner, even though I promised to :(

I also forgot to thank one of my best friends, Lyn for writing the sex scene in the previous chapter. Thank you :)

Here's a short chapter for you. Don't think I could sleep peacefully 'til I'd given you one!


A few hours later, and Sirius still hadn't calmed down. He was lying on his bed, lost in his thoughts.

He was quite pissed off with Hermione for being quite…irritated, though he knew he was being rather unreasonable with her. She was obviously annoyed about this morning's 'joke', and took it out on him before he'd managed to give her the breakfast.

That's it - I give up today. She can come to me if she wants to apologise, he thought.

Sirius studied his surroundings. His bedroom was that of a sixteen year old - posters of wizard bands, such as the Weird Sisters and posters of muggle women in skimpy clothing. He smirked at these; he knew how much these non moving picture used to annoy his parents.

Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door. His heart jumped; he hoped it was Hermione coming to apologise. He rushed over to open it, quickly attempting to compose himself before doing so. He wrenched the door open to find Remus's rather amused face staring at him.

"Sirius old pal, you take quite a while to answer the door don't you?" he chuckled.

"Shut up," Sirius snapped.

"Whoa! Calm down mate. What's up?"

Sirius grunted in reply and returned to his bed. His best friend followed, sitting gingerly on the edge of the grotty bed.

"You know, this room needs a bit of 'doing up'. Look how grimy it's become…you've most likely got rats and doxies hidden somewhere. How on Earth could Hermione consent to come in here?" Remus asked incredulously.

Sirius grunted once again.

"Smething happened?"

Sirius nodded sulkily and informed Remus of the day's events.

"Okay - just wait for her to come and see you. I don't think she's that stubborn, Padfoot," Remus told him after Sirius had finished. "Anyway, d'you fancy going out to a club tonight?"

Sirius cocked his eyebrow.

"Not to pick up girls, obviously."

"Alright then, I think I deserve a few drinks," Sirius mumbled.


The music blared from all sides, muggle music pumping through the two Marauders' heads.

"I'm too old for this shit," Sirius shouted at Remus over what could only be described as noise. (A/N. Notice the Lethal Weapon suggestion? :D)

"You're right! Shall we go to the Three Broomsticks instead?"

"Aye come on, let's go."

They both left the club and looked for the nearest apparition point. They found one, in a dark alleyway; two cracks, and they'd both gone.

The two reappeared near the Shrieking Shack. They briefly took in their surroundings: the darkness and air around them, biting into the exposed flesh, and wind howling in their ears.

They trekked through the coldness towards the pub, protectively holding their cloaks around themselves.

"Bloody 'ell, I didn't know the weather was this bad," Sirius muttered to himself.

"What?" Remus asked; his voice had risen slightly so he could be heard over the piercing howls of the wind.

"Don't worry," Sirius replied loudly.

The both of them carried on, not speaking to one another. They finally reached the pub in what seemed like hours later, letting the warmth hitting them full force as they entered.

As soon as they went in, Remus sensed straight away that something bad would occur that night. He spotted four women giggling and waving at the two - Remus groaned inwardly. Admittedly, the women were very attractive. Blonde, tall, but they rather seemed like clones. Typical Sirius-like girls.

"Sirius, get the drinks," Remus ordered.

"Arlight." Sirius had already noticed the females, giving them the 'eye'.

Remus sat at the back of the bar, as far away from the girls as possible. Sirius strolled towards Remus with the drinks in hand, a smirk plastered on his face.

"Well well - take a look at those lovely ladies, eh!" he said.

His friend sneered at him; he said, "Well well Sirius - don't you have a fiancée back at home?"

"Yeah…what's your point? I'm not exactly going to take them home am I?"

"Well I dunno, you've kinda got a track record."

"Yeah I know," SIrius grinned.

"Nothing to be proud of," the werewolf growled.

"Calm down now, and enjoy your drink."

"Me calm down? I think you were stupid to ask Hermione to marry you, and I doubt you'll keep it in your fucking pants to stay faithful!" All eyes were on them now.

"What are you all looking at?!" Remus shouted, spittle flying from his mouth. The customers quickly went back to their drinks.

"Remus! I think I should bloody be getting you home now!"

"I can get home by myself."

"I'm sure you can, but I'm off home anyway. Make it up with 'Mione and all," Sirius smiled.

"Good. Now, get me home."


Sirius arrived back home at 12am , worn out. He'd gotten Remus back to the house safely, then took a small walk around London, thinking of what'd happened in the last few days. He thought about how he and Hermione would be returning to Hogwarts soon, and he needed to arrange for them to have their own sleeping headquarters, if Professor McGonagall didn't mind.

Wedding soon. Whoa. Me? Sirius Black?

What, you scared?

No…I'm not a coward! I love her. She would be so bad as a mother either.

Good.

And that's how he spent his night, until of course, 12am. Planning the rest of his life.

When he'd arrived home, he'd resolved to sort out his bedroom. He assumed that Hermione would be sleeping in her old room tonight, because of the disagreement. Then again, he didn't mind, seeing as the room was…disgusting, to say the very least.

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The next morning, at approximately 9am, Sirius could be found bustling around his bedroom, muttering the old spell or two, and cleaning - the muggle way. Hermione sauntered in, rubbing her eyes, wondering what the commotion was that awoke her.

"S-Sirius? What's happening?"

"Hey babe. I'm cleaning," Sirius said.

"Well I know that, but why?"

"'cause you don't deserve a crappy room like this!"

"How do you know I've even forgiven you, huh?" a small smile was playing on her lips.

"Well, how could you not forgive the amazing Sirius Black?" He approached her carefully, and wrapped his arms around her waist when he realised she wasn't intending on backing away. He kissed her tentatively, allowing her to deepen it if she wanted to. Her hand ran through his clean brown hair, and rested at the nape of his neck. His erection was growing harder and pressing into her belly button. She pulled away, and smirked.

"Don't you have some cleaning to do?" she asked, walking away, leaving Sirius totally speechless.

"So d-does that mean I'm forgiven?"

"Yes, yes it does," she called. "I'm gonna take a shower," she giggled.

Sirius growled in response, knowing she was teasing him. Bloody sexy witch, he thought.


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