Joanne wandered out of the bathroom where she had spent yet another wonderful morning retching into the commode. The reason for all her troubles was still curled up in bed, lying on his back, the sheets just barely coving his lovely assets. He turned onto his back, the sheet falling lower. Joanne admired the view for a few moments before climbing back into bed with him. Sitting up, she flipped through the Daily Prophet, her eyes locking on a story on page three.

"Muggle authorities discovered the body of one Jeanne Louise Fisher Tuesday afternoon. Ms. Fisher was located in a shallow grave outside of Cambridge, her body in what was described by one investigator as 'atrocious condition.' Initial reports seem to link this discovery with the recent rash of murders of American witches living throughout the Isles, but authorities are quick to respond that such determination has not yet been made. Ms. Fisher was born in Atlanta Georgia, USA and transferred to the Isles five years ago. Unlike most of the recent victims, Ms. Fisher did not attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…"

Joanne shook her head slightly, "This doesn't fit the profile," she murmured in confusion.

"Hmuph," Sirius mumbled, turning to his side and wrapping his arm around her waist, pressing himself up against her side.

Joanne smiled down at her lover as she reached over to grab her cell phone. Dialing, she waited to connect with Jacki.

"Whazzat?" Sirius muttered sleepily, rubbing his eyes like a child.

"The cell phone, remember? Jacki gave it to me so I can keep tabs on the Angels and her especially. That girl is my number one cause of premature grays," Joanne laughed, already beginning to worry as no one was answering on the other end of the line.

"Oh, I remember. Why are you calling them so early?" Sirius asked, starting to wake up as he sat up in bed next to her.

"Here…There's been another murder. Damn, Jacki, where the hell are you?" Joanne sighed angrily. She dialed another number, the phone connecting immediately. "Emily! Oh, thank the gods you at least answer your phone. Did you see the Daily Prophet today? Yes… My thoughts exactly. You're tracking Moody right? That's what I thought. And Malfoy? Brandie is tied where?… And you left them like that? Oh dear gods! They used what? Chocolate…hmm, really. But I meant, handcuffs, leather straps, and silk scarves? Oh only rope…hhmmm. No do not ask how I know about those things… Don't laugh at me!…. No we will rescue them…And Zarya, where is she?…. Oh went off with Seamus. Did she take chocolate with her too?…. No don't answer that. Look; let us know if anything develops. Yes, this could be a copycat. I shudder to think what that could mean. What? Oh he's here. He's quite red in the face thanks to our conversation. Silk… No, sheets. Nothing else," Joanne laughed, grinning at Sirius who was staring at her with wide eyes. "Mr. Modesty all of a sudden," she whispered teasingly to him, covering the phone with her hands. "Sure Emily, I'll keep in touch. Tell Colleen to call me when she gets a chance. Oh, that sheriff from Texas… He left a message for her. Yes, maybe she should have mentioned her fondness for…. Pour and Lick baby!" Joanne laughed, Sirius now looking intrigued. "Bye for now, talk to you later."

"What are we pouring and licking?" Sirius whispered, brushing his lips against hers. "We're all out of eclairs."

"There's some whipped cream downstairs," Joanne offered wickedly, her hands winding away his waist and then running up and down his bare back, nails grazing him lightly.

Sirius grunted and then kissed her fully, pulling her down onto the bed so she was stretched out on her back; he was careful to keep his weight off her and the baby as their tongues rubbed against one another.

"Sirius! Hey, Sirius! You here?" Sirius and Joanne couldn't hear the voice calling from the hallway as they were both too focused on the matter at hand, or rather where each other's hands were. "Sirius?"

The door to the bedroom was pushed open, a figure standing in the doorway gaping at the sight in front of him. "Sirius?!"

Sirius finally registered there was someone there, as he quickly covered Joanne, he looked up into the disbelieving eyes of his godson. "Harry?"

"New friend, Sirius?" Harry choked, a laugh struggling to make its way out.

"Annie, love, meet Harry, my godson," Sirius mumbled sheepishly.

"Hi Harry," Joanne laughed, her embarassment outweighed by the hilarity she found in the situation. "Um, Harry, could you possibly…"

"Oh, sorry!" Harry gasped, turning around, his back now to the bed. "I…I would have owled but… I was looking for your help, rather sudden and all…"

"Harry? Oi, Harry! You find Snuffles or not?" another voice called from the stairwell.

"You brought Ron?" Sirius asked lightly, shrugging into a robe and cinching it around his waist. He looked to make sure Joanne was decent then stated, "You can turn around now."

"Yes… We've been searching for…" Harry paused, staring at Joanne. "You've got a few things to tell me, don't you?"

"Yes, he does, Harry," Joanne replied sweetly, glaring at Sirius. Under her breath she hissed, "I thought you told him."

"I thought I did," Sirius hissed back to her, running his fingers through his hair.

"Should I?"

"No!" they yelled in unison.

"Sirius, go downstairs and see to Harry and Ron. I've got to try and contact Zarya and Gabi, make sure they know the latest," Joanne smiled, shaking her head at Sirius.

"Ok," Sirius replied warily. Leaning closer to her, he whispered seductively, "But the whipped cream will be used later and I don't mean in hot chocolate."

******

"Malfoy was the prime suspect in the bombings but he suddenly disappeared a few months ago. He was seen in a nightclub with one of your girls. Strangely enough, there haven't been anymore bombs found since he's been out of sight," Harry stated in explanation, playing with the ring on his finger as he sat across from Joanne and Sirius on the couch.

Ron added, "We hoped you could provide us with a lead on where he is…" Ron sipped his butterbeer before continuing, "Sooner we get this case taken care of, sooner we can get home to the family."

"I know the feeling," Joanne whispered, leaning her head against Sirius's arm. "How are Hermione and Ginny?"

"Hermione is pregnant," Ron beamed. "Want to see the ultrasound?"

"The what?" Sirius and Joanne asked in confusion.

"It's a picture of the baby," Harry laughed, "the Muggle doctor's take it while the baby is still inside the womb."

"Sure," Joanne replied excitedly, wondering where she could find an ultrasound picture taker herself.

Sirius stood, motioning for Harry to follow him. "You were rather quiet about Ginny."

"We… It's tough on her, my being gone all the time," Harry admitted quietly, looking over Sirius' shoulder to where Joanne and Ron were looking at the picture. "I… I have this feeling she's seeing someone else."

"What?" Sirius gasped in shock.

"I think there is another man," Harry sighed sadly.

"Oh shit! I blanked…I know where Malfoy is!" Joanne shouted happily. "He's even…waiting for us so to speak."

"Well, let's go then…" Harry smiled, tossing Ron his cloak. "I've been waiting a long time for this!"

****

"They should be right through here…" Sirius mumbled to himself, pushing open the thick door.

"Oh thank the gods! Someone is here to untie me! Please, I can't feel my hands anymore!" Draco pled, apparently uncaring that there were four people staring at his naked form and that Brandie was just as uncomfortable as he was.

"Brandie, now I see what Zarya were so…" she sighed, being cut off when Sirius, covered her eyes and mouth with his hands.

"My Malfoy, that is a lot of chocolate you are wearing," Ron laughed. "Nice of you to wait around for us like this. Makes our jobs a bit easier."

Harry narrowed his eyes at Malfoy. "Wait a minute. Ron, you remember that fight you had with Malfoy sixth year?"

"How could I forget?" Ron smiled broadly.

"He had a scar after that, didn't he?"

"Yes, on his cheek, marred him for good I did," Ron smirked.

"It's not there," Harry murmured, stepping closer to Draco. He pulled out his wand and muttered an incantation. A white light enveloped Draco's chocolate covered body, quickly turning bright red. "It's not him!"

"What?" Sirius and Ron exclaimed, Joanne kept from responding due to Sirius's hand still over her mouth.

"This is not Draco Malfoy!" proclaimed Harry as Brandie fainted.

*****

Meanwhile, in a spacious flat outside of London….

"Oh gods, that was….that was incredible, lover," a female sighed exhaustedly.

"You are going to kill me if you keep this up," the male moaned, rolling off her onto his back. "But I'll die happy."

"Draco," the woman started, "take me with you this time. I don't want to be here when he returns home. I want to go with you."

"Ginny," Draco whispered, "we can't. You know what I do…who I do it for… It's no life for you."

"I have no life without you," Ginny cried. "Harry…"

"Don't say that name, not when we are in bed, not ever!"

"Sorry, but he… I can't keep this up forever. I know what you do, but…" she trailed off, sobbing quietly.

Draco looked down at her, an indescribable gleam in his eyes. "Come with me, but I will die if you get hurt."

"I won't get hurt. I'm sick of this life. We'll take care of Harry and those Angels once and for all. They won't bother you any longer, my love," Ginny purred, rolling on top of him and rubbing her body against his. "Together, we can take over the world."

"Just remember, I'm always on top," Draco growled, flipping her back over as he took her mouth in a savage kiss, his body taking possession of hers once again