A/N: I want to thank everyone how has reviewed so far. There seems to be a huge demand for Harry, Ron, and Hermione to learn that Exchange!Sirius is really Godfather!Sirius. And I will have that happen, but to keep up the story I'm going to have them be a little slow. But I'll give you a hint, Hermione is the one that finally puts it all together. (Whodathunkit?)

To Sothis Star- yeah, you're right. About everything. He probably wouldn't tell him. And he would probably recognize him. But, seeing as I didn't think about that stuff, he will be slow(a mentioned above). Whatever. It's just a story, so please don't flay me for it! Lolz, but seriously, thanks for all of your input. And to Harrygirlie- Yeah, the gift thing is a bit sudden, I know. My explanation- Sirius is a very compulsive person. So he saw it, and decided to buy it.

I'm really not sure what to write right now. I decided to first mention Hermione being head girl in this one, because its convienient for me. I have the ending planned(sort of), but I don't think it's time for it yet. So sorry if this chapter sucks.

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Christmas came up faster than anyone expected. Especially Sirius. The fact that he had been away from his best friends for almost a month was really getting to him. He missed going out at the full moon to accompany Remus. He missed pranking with James, and teasing him about his relationship with Lily.

Actually, that was what tore him up the most inside. The fact that his best friends weren't alive anymore. It broke his heart, and the fact that he was hanging out with James's son made it even worse.

He spent a lot of time sitting on his bed, curtains drawn, thinking. And that's where Ron found him on Christmas Eve.

"Sirius? Sirius, are you alright?" He slowly pulled back the drape to reveal Sirius clutching onto his pillow. He sat down on the bed.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just, I don't know-" he trailed off.

"Miss your family?" the black haried man nodded. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I miss my family a lot."

"Yo, Ron, Sirius. You guys wanna go get some lunch? Hermione's in the library, but she said she would meet us there." Harry stuck his head in the room. "There shouldn't be many people. Most went home for Christmas."

They nodded, then started the walk through the empty halls. Harry was correct in saying there wouldn't be many people- there were hardly any.

Then the normal guy talk commenced. You can guess what the subject was. "What are you talking about? The Chudley Cannons rule!" Ron defended his favorite team.

"Keep telling yourself that, Ron, and maybe someday it'll come true." Harry looked up from his plate to see Hermione wander in.

"Oi, 'Mione! Hurry up!"

She smiled and walked over to the table. "Hello, boys. Not arguing about Quidditch again, I hope." She sat down next to Sirius and took a swig of his pumpkin juice.

"Of course not. Hey! Don't drink it all." He yanked the goblet from her hands before she had a chance to finish it. She stuck her tongue out at him.

"Don't tempt me, sweetheart." He winked at her. Harry and Ron immediately choked on their pumpkin juice.

"Yeah, I could have lived without having to hear that." Hermione giggled.

"Oh, be quiet Ron. At least he's restraining himself. I seem to remember quite a few snog-fests between you and Parvarti in the common room." Ron turned the same shade of his hair, which had a remarkable effect. He sort of faded into one red mass. Harry snickered.

"Don't get me started on you and Ginny, Harry." Harry quickly shut up. Ron finally came to grips with the fact that Harry and Ginny were dating, but couldn't quite stomach them kissing. Ron closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to get the picture out of his head.

"Bad mental image, very bad mental image." They laughed as Ron slapped his forehead.

"Ok Ron, we won't kiss while you're around." Harry said, easing Ron's suffering very little.

"Hey, look who's all alone at the Slytherin table." Sirius pointed to a very sullen-looking Draco, who was slouching against the table. There was a letter sitting infront of him, and he was staring at it with a glare that would have frozen magma.

Hermione looked at him sadly. "Poor thing. That's probably from his father." The three boys looked at her as if she was crazy.

"Don't give me that. I've talked to him more lately, since we're head boy and girl. He's got some real problems with his father. He says he's really bad."

"I believe that." Sirius said. He knew that Lucius was indeed a very nasty man. He couldn't help but wonder if all the pranks he had pulled on the blond had added to it. [Nah.]

"Still, he tried to curse me my first day here."

"Yeah, but you definitely got him back for it." Ron said, remembering the flowers. They laughed.

After a while the talk fell back to Quidditch. Harry desperately wanted to discuss the letter he had gotten from his godfather, but didn't want to risk it with Sirius.

It struck Hermione as odd that this new kid had the same name as the convict. She had thought the name wasn't too common.

But the thing that was strangest was the fact that Sirius Felton looked quite a bit like the Sirius Black in Harry's photo album. She brushed it off as coincidence.

They spent the day relaxing, Harry and Ron playing Wizard's Chess and Sirius giving tips to Harry on how to win. Sirius must not have been very good at it, because in every game, Harry had lost shockingly bad. In the last game, Harry had lost every one of his pieces, and his king was being chased around the board by Ron's queen. The poor piece was finally cornered by the castles and the queen.

Hermione and Sirius of course found this quite funny, but, for some strange reason, Harry didn't.

The night ended with the four of them sitting on the couches in silence. Hermione was snuggled up close to Sirius, and they had a blanket over them. Ron was on a separate chair, and Harry was on another couch.

"So..." Sirius said, trying to make conversation.

"Yeah." Ron answered.

"Well, what do we do now?" Hermione asked, to no one in particular. Ron and Harry shrugged.

"We could always prank the Slytherins," Sirius offered. The two other guys smirked widely, but Hermione just sighed.

"Yeah, you all go and do that. I'm going to bed. Don't stay up too late. It's Christmas tomorrow, after all."

"Yes, mother." Harry earned himself a sharp smack on the arm for that. "G'night, Moine." She trudged up the spiral steps, and was last seen yawning so big that her jaw seemed to unhinge, much like a snake's does when devouring prey.

"C'mon, I've got the best idea." Sirius said, jumping up. Harry dashed back into the boy's dorm, emerging with his invisibilty cloak. Sirius decided to play dumb, not wanting to screw up again.

"Wow! Where did you get that?" He fingered the cloak lightly. Of course, he knew exactly where it came from.

"It was my dad's. Let's go! I want to see what you have in mind." They threw the cloak on and exited the common room. Harry and Ron led the way, knowing the route fairly well from previous exploits.

"Dammit, we don't know the password," Ron said, peering around the corner to the entrance. A portrait of a sneering woman had been put up, instead of just the dank stone wall that was there before. Harry was about to take out the Marauder's Map, but Sirius spoke up first.

"No problem. Let me handle it." Sirius stepped out from under the cloak and sauntered up to the portrait, his best smile pasted over his face.

"Excuse me, malady. Could you kindly let me into the common room?" Before she could reply, he continued. "I know, I know. You can't let me into the common room without the password. But I'm afraid it has slipped my mind. You see, I was out training for Quidditch," He pulled back one of his robes to show off his bicep (which, by the way, was quite large).

"And, well, I got so caught up in the moment, that I didn't come back when everyone else did. Have you ever been flying?" When she shook her head, he persisted. "You really must have someone take you. It is the most amazing feeling- the world beneath you, the wind blowing through your hair," he smiled warmly at her. She had her hair up in a tight bun.

Harry and Ron stood dumbstruck. Was he really seducing a painting?

"You should really let your hair down sometime. It would make you look very beautiful." She frowned.

"Are you saying that I'm not beautiful now?" Despite almost blowing all his hard work, he recovered quickly.

"No no, my dear. Never. What I'm saying is that you would look even more beautiful than you already do. Come on, put it down." She coyly pulled out the tie that held it in place. When she shook her head, her hair very much resembled Hermione's on the first train ride to Hogwarts. Large, mousy brown, and bushy. Except hers was even more so.

"Look at you! You're gorgeous. Why, I wouldn't be surprised if every male in the school came over just to gaze at you." She blushed. "Now, malady, could you please let me in?" She nodded, and the portrait swung open.

Falling out of their stupor, Harry and Ron rushed over and in while Sirius gave his thanks to the blushing woman. When he stepped inside and closed the portrait, they threw off the cloak and stared wide-eyed at him.

"What? It comes in handy to be able to sweet talk a lady. You two should try it sometime. Now, come over here." He started moving toward the large Christmas tree sitting in the middle of the dank room.

Harry and Ron exchanged a look. "No wonder Hermione's fallen for him," Ron said. Harry nodded, then followed the black haired boy to the tree. He had taken out his wand, and was seemingly trying to decide what to do.

"I've got it!" He pointed his wand at the tree and whispered something very quietly. Nothing seemed to happen.

"Uh, Sirius? Nothing happened."

"Thank you, Mr. States the Obvious. I put a time release on the whole tree. At 6:30 AM, this tree will begin dancing quite energetically and enthusiastically, and doing whatever you two decide to put on it. Your turn." He stepped back and let Harry choose his spell. After some quick thinking, he cast it.

"What did you do, Harry?" Ron asked.

"The Babbling curse. It won't shut up until they figure out the countercurse." They laughed, and slapped hands. Now it was Ron's turn. A large evil grin grew on his face. He quickly cast his spell, then started laughing maniacly.

"Ok, what did you do Ron?" Harry asked. He stopped laughing to tell them exactly what he did.

"Anti-gravity. At 6:30 that tree and all the presents will be firmly set on the ceiling." At this, the three burst out laughing, but stopped suddenly when a thunk and some muttering was heard from one of the dorms. They quickly threw on the cloak and left.

Once they were safely back in the Gryffindor common room, the cloak fell to the ground, along with the three boys. They were clutching their stomachs and trying to breath, to no avail. They slowly made their way back up to the dormitories, then crashed onto the beds.

"G'night, guys."

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The next morning, Hermione was awaken by Ron standing on her bed, about to smack her with a pillow. Sirius and Harry were on either side, their own pillows held high in the air, ready to come raining down on her. She pulled her wand out from under her pillow and aimed it right at Ron's head.

"Don't do it, or Ron here will be a canary." Sirius and Harry's eyes lit up. They rained down on her, much to Ron's dismay. She shouted the spell from under the pillows, and Ron changed, with a loud pop, into a large yellow canary. The other three dissolved into fits of laughter as Ron molted and changed back. When he was back to normal form, he lunged at Harry. A scuffle ensued, much like the one in Hogsmeade.

"Well, seeing as you all are busy," Hermione yelled, "I'll just go open presents by myself." The boys stopped fighting immediately and ran downstairs. They began ripping open presents.

"WOW! This is great, Hermione!"

"Remind me to kill Fred and George. They gave me canary creams!"

"Thanks for the scarf, Ron."

"Thank you, Hermione." Sirius whispered into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

"No problem. Oh look! Draco gave me a little dragon!" It was true, there was a small stuffed dragon sitting in her lap. "I hope he likes my present."

At that, the boys remembered their prank. It was 7 o' clock. The Slytherins were sure to have gotten their 'present' by now. After finally giving in to Hermione's pleas, they told her what they did.

She couldn't help but laugh. "Well, I say some breakfast is in order. Let's go." They changed, then headed down to breakfast. Instead of the four huge tables, there were four that would seat 10 people each. About halfway through, the six Slytherins that stayed over break entered, looking very, very upset. They glared death at the boys, who were sniggering into their cereal.

"You all think you're so funny, don't you. Well, don't hold yourself so high. We'll get you back." Draco drawled after breakfast. Turning to Hermione, his tone lightened.

"Thanks for the pendant, Herm. Did you like the dragon?" She nodded. "I'll see you around."

As he walked off, she got many curious stares from the boys at her table. "Oh, bite me. I can have friends, too."

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Well, there ya go. This turned out better than I thought it might. I hope you like!