A/n: Sorry for the so long wait, I spent the weekend at my aunt's house, I didn't have time to send this out before I left . . . sorry . . . so . . . hey again! Just to let you know I'm not going to leave any large amount of chapters before I go away in August, but I will write ONE very large chapter to captivate your minds. Just so you know I will not be home to update on the dates below:

July 31st-August 2nd (I don't think these few days will matter though.)

August 7th-15th(I will not have any access to a computer here.)

And

August 17th-25th (I will have access to a computer, so you may see an update! It all depends on how much time I have.)

Now, I might get a chance between the 15th of August and the 17th of August, but I'm not quite sure.

Anyway . . . on with 'Finding'

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Chapter 8: Kiss of a Rose

But did you know, that when it snows, my eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen. I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray. The more I get of you stranger it feels, now that your rose is in bloom, a light hits the gloom on the grave. Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray"

-Seal

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Harry was mulling around the kitchen making breakfast. He had just woken up and wanted to surprise his beautiful wife with breakfast in bed. He hummed and worked fast, toasting toast, sizzling scrambled eggs, and frying bacon.

The intoxication smell had awoken young James. He walked down each step carefully, with his loveable stuffed dragon in tow. As Harry went to turn towards the stove from buttering toast, he saw his son sitting in the doorway to the kitchen from the living room.

James was adorable. Harry thought how vulnerable he looked, standing there with his stuffed friend. James had evergreen forest eyes, like his parents, but had brownish hair. His little belly stuck out from the shirt he hadn't noticed to pull down yet, it was too cute from Harry's point from view. As the child rubbed the sleep from his eyes, the father came over and picked him up.

"Good morning James. Would you like some breakfast?" Harry placed his son in a booster seat at the island in the kitchen. The boy nodded and watched his father continue to cook.

Harry had put together three plates of eggs, toast, and bacon together for Ginny, James, and himself. He woke his wife up with a kiss and gave to her breakfast. After receiving an acceptance smile, he walked back down stairs to eat with his son.

Upon finishing, Ginny walked down stairs with a 'good morning' echoing through the kitchen. She smiled, with one hand on her back to help her support the extra weight on her front and the other holding her breakfast tray. She was getting to look 'really pregnant' and her moods were in and out. If she was allowed to wake whenever, she would be fine for a while, or al least until something crossed her path.

She shuffled slowly across the kitchen and put the tray next to the sink. As she placed it down, an owl landed on the windowsill and started to peck at the window. Ginny opened up the window.

"Hello, who is this from?" She picked up the letter and handed it to Harry who was sitting at the table the owl and landed on.

Harry looked at the writing and saw the signing at the bottom, "It's from Hermione, but her writing seems a bit messy." He read the letter and smiled, "It's an invitation! For this Saturday, she says to bring the kids and it's a surprise party, but she doesn't say for who." He flipped it over a few times and frowned.

"Don't worry dear." Ginny comforted, "I'm sure we won't need to know, but I want you to owl her and let her know that we can and will make it, okay?" She told him more than asked him, but he nodded in agreement and the day went on a usual.

Remus was about to walk out, leaving Ron in his house, when a familiar owl started to tap on his window.

"Don't worry Remus, I'll get it. It's just from Hermione." Ron said heading to the window.

Remus jumped up from the doorway and ran ahead, he didn't want Ron to see the letter, just incase it concealed anything about Sirius in it. "No, Ron! I've got it." He snatched the letter from the owl and was out in seconds.

Ron looked after the door was shut, "Well, that was strange." And he ran his hands through his hair, ruffled it, and went on the search for Jacque, she was hiding, Jacque always hid whenever she knew Ron was coming over to baby-sit. It's her ritual.

After running away as fast as possible, Remus had read the invitation and immediately realized it was Sirius's hand. 'What in the devil . . ?' He grimaced, 'What is he doing?' He walked to work as he usually did, thinking of what Sirius and Hermione were planning. He also thought about why?

Sending out the last invitation to everyone he could think of, Sirius started to clean as much as the flat before Hermione got home. He washed the kitchen floor, swept the living room and dining room, and vacuumed the hallway. He did some dusting, and as he did so, he paraded around to the music playing in the back round, some radio station that Hermione had been listening the other day. He didn't know the song, so it didn't matter much.

After he accomplished the cleaning, he took the liberty to start making dinner. Pulling out some lettuce, croutons, cucumbers, sliced almonds, and tomatoes he made a salad. He placed and tossed all those ingredients into a large bowl and set it on the dining room table. He danced his way back into the kitchen and started put a pan onto the stove and preheated the pan. He found the hidden pork chops in the back of the fridge, and placed them in the already hot pan, sizzling. Just as he did so, Sirius heard the door unlock and open.

"Hello, Sirius I'm home." Sirius liked the sound of that. He walked into the front hall and greeted Hermione.

He smiled, "I've cleaned, sent out invitations to some people, and I've made dinner!" He looked to Hermione for approval.

She stood there for a minute and then put her bag down and took off her coat, "Wow! You got a lot done, thank you. What are you making for dinner?"

Sirius walked her into the kitchen, "Pork chops, some vegetables, and salad. What do you think?"

"Wonderful!" She smiled and walked to her bedroom. She came out in something a bit more comfortable, pajamas. She walked through the kitchen, got a placement for two, and set it up in the dining room. Sirius continued to cook the main course, while Hermione got started on the vegetables. Sirius looked down at her form to his right. She was putting some green beans in a pot. Sirius smiled at her, she didn't see it, and he wanted her attention. So, what else is there to do but get it? He bumped his hip into her side and looked away from her.

Hermione looked up to see Sirius; he was paying close attention to the cooking item in front of him. She looked away from his face and continued what she was doing.

She seemed a little irritable, and Sirius was not satisfied with the attention he didn't get. So he bumped into her again, just a little harder.

Hermione stepped away from the stove, looking slightly angry, "Stop doing that!" She stood back next to him, stirring what was in the pot. She sighed heavy.

Sirius sat there, slightly aghast, "What?"

She just ignored him.

"Oh, what? This?" He bumped into her a third time.

This time she just punched him in his side, a little less harder then she could have, if she really wanted to hurt him, which she didn't. "Now, cut it out, or else!"

Sirius could help but look at her and smile, "Or else what?" He asked daringly and slyly.

She gave him a menacing look, looking like a child with her hands on her hips, searching for an answer; "or else . . . or else . . . We won't have the party on Saturday!" She ended with emphasis and a smile of success.

He laughed, still looking at her, "Hermione, you wound me." He turned back to the almost done dinner.

She placed herself next to Sirius, and pulled the now boiling vegetables off the stove and stalked off into the dining room with them. She put them on the table, and walked back into the kitchen, grabbed the half gallon of milk, poured two glasses, and brought them into the dining room, where Sirius was placing the chops on their plates. After putting the dirty pans in the sink, turning the stove off, and putting the milk away, they sat, and ate.

Casual talk was what the subject was. Mostly of their day and the upcoming Saturday plans, who were so far invited, and other general things. It was relaxing and soothing. Hermione noticed that Sirius had a certain glow and shine in his eye that she enjoyed just staring at for ever. It made her warm to see him smile and light up.

The next two days were spent lounging and shopping. Sirius stayed in and did any chores around the flat, not wanting to ruin the biggest surprise of his life and go outside, just so no one can see him. Remus stopped by once to see what the two diabolical ones were up to for the following weekend. Satisfied, he came and gone. Like the wind.

Hermione worked and did food shopping, deciding against catering. She didn't have enough room in her flat for A DJ, so her and Sirius had decided against that too.

Friday night was the two, just hanging out, watching television. They played a few games of chess. Hermione learned a few things. They finished the night, all the lights in the house off, with only a few candles lit in the dining room. They drank hot chocolate and sat in silence, soaking in the atmosphere. The next day was going to be the biggest event in years.

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A/n: I'm truly sorry for the terribly long wait. You are very patient. Don't flame please!

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