AN: There's probably not going to be nearly as much Draco/Ron stuff in this chapter. Don't worry though, we WILL get back to them, they are after all the stars of this story. Right now I'm going to focus a bit more on the odd ball relationship of Harry, Hermione and Sirius XD.

The Love of a Pet-Chap2

Sundays were usually very lazy days, especially in early October. But today was different for it was not a lazy day.

Chaos had literally broken out in the school. Snape seemed to have been in a foul mood, assigning a 10 inch essay on their most recent potion, for every class, for every year. Now the last minute do-ers were running around frantic, finding the books on their particular potion gone.

Ron however was not one of them, having done his late Saturday night. So he had all the time today to laugh at the other four boys in his dorm, who were almost going crazy. Harry was the most fortunate. As soon as Hermione was done with the books, he got them from her directly.

Soon the chaos wasn't as entertaining anymore and Ron left the Gryffindor tower and went outside, bored. His fuzzy companion was curled up around his neck as usual, much to Hermione's distaste, who still said he should get rid of it. He found that odd. Hermione wasn't the type to dislike something just because it was a rodent.

Actually, Hermione was acting odd in general. She was acting… well… more like a girl normally would. And that started right at the beginning of the school year, on the platform to the train. Harry didn't seem to notice. Maybe he was just going crazy and nothing was wrong. Just because lately she was doing her homework a bit later than usual, putting on make-up, worrying about her clothes, it didn't mean anything was actually wrong.

The redhead shook his head lightly, disturbing his new pet who bit him lightly on the ear. He thoughtfully rubbed his finger on the fuzzy head, while plopping down on the ground and staring out onto the lake's clear surface.

Harry

Harry yawned, his head dropping into his arms as he gazed lazily out the window. It was still pretty early in the day- around 11 am- but being a Sunday everyone reserved their right to be lazy. He was waiting anxiously for another coded letter from his Godfather- his lover. A smile couldn't help creeping up his face at the thought of the man. Along with a small blush to accompany it. But with all the indecent things that come with having a relationship with Sirius he thought he had a right to.

Thoughts of Sirius always brought up thoughts of Hermione though.

The smile died.

Hermione was a great girl. He had hooked up with her over the end of their fifth year. The first two months were great. They cuddled, kissed and acted as any normal couple would. But Hermione seemed to have lost passion in the exercise. Over the summer, he was ignored. She would send letters of course, and talk to him, but it was as if they were just friends again. Even in the 'friends' category he was still second to any of her other friends.

Then the little incident on the train.

Ron had run off for a second, so it was only Ginny, him and Hermione. Cho had come in, asking if she could join them for a little while. That's when it happened.

"So, Hermione, I hear that you and Harry are finally official this year." Cho had commented innocently enough.

Hermione, being her usual self, never looked up from the book she was reading while she talked. "Yes, Harry and I are official…"

Harry had smiled slightly, leaning against her until he got brushed off in favor of a book. He relented and leaned against the window instead.

Cho had pursed her lips and shook her head, "You don't act much like a couple. Really Hermione. When are you going to finally grow up and start acting like a proper lady? Brushing off your boyfriend so coldly is hardly the way a couple should act." She said this with a toss of her dark hair and with a wave, she stood and left.

Hermione was shocked and looked at Harry as if for some confirmation. The scarred boy's only reaction was a slightly befuddled look with a shrug for emphasis. He would be glad to get more attention- he had already literally seduced his sexy Godfather into sexual favors with a promise that if this coldness between him and the bushy-haired girl grew, he'd break up with her and officially go out with Sirius, announcing it when he hit 17- so as to avoid as much hard times with the age difference as possible.

After that, Hermione actually became a woman. She was no longer that slightly cute little bookworm. She was hot. But that's not what he cared about. Her personality seemed to have been lost in this whole mess somewhere. Every time he attempted to try and tell her, she always seem insulted- as if he was telling her she wasn't good enough for him. He was tired of it all. He needed to break this dying relationship.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Harry started slightly and turned to see a small brown owl carrying a thick envelope. His grin instantly returned at he opened the window to let the owl in, snatching the letter up and sending the owl on its way. Crawling into bed, he shut the curtains, lit up a candle and leaned back to start reading.

Sirius

A certain Sirius Black was trying in vain to keep his self in control. He was dieing to see Harry, but the trouble with clearing his name was starting to become a problem.

Over the summer Peter Pettigrew had been caught.

And yet the ministry still believed Sirius was a criminal- either he still killed the Potters and Peter managed to escape or he was at least a lap dog of the Dark Lord. The whole mess with trying to clear his name, without at the same time getting his friends in trouble for harboring him was starting to become a problem. The ministry and Remus had enough problems and they didn't exactly need Sirius there to cause more stress. Even Dumbledore was having a fit, people were starting to question him like never before and it annoyed the headmaster greatly.

He had written Harry in hopes of at least calming the boy down. The raven haired savior was ready to just march into the ministry and Avada Kedavra the Minister without a second glance or thought when he first heard.

Plus he wanted to know if Hermione was leaving yet.

He felt slightly guilty about it, but when he first heard Hermione and Harry were going out he couldn't help but feel a slight animosity for her. He had been in love with his godson for a long time now. At first he thought it was for his re-occurring crush of James, but that was easily thrown away. Harry was so much more than James was. Harry had his sorrow- a sorrow that Sirius could fully appreciate.

He smiled to himself slightly, stripping down to only his pants and curling up in his lonely bed, eagerly awaiting Harry's next letter.

Harry

He had been feeling restless after the letter was read, replied to and sent.

The-Boy-Who-Lived was rummaging through his chest late at night, around 11:30pm. He was going to pace about the castle until his jumbled thoughts finally straightened out enough to sleep. But in order to do that, he first needed to find that elusive cloak and map.

His eye twitched slightly. He never told Hermione or Ron of the problems he sometimes had when he was trying to find his invisibility cloak. It was bad enough as it was, without those two laughing at him.

The invisibility cloak was doing what it was created for- being invisible.

He finally felt the silky material caress his hand lightly. Grabbing both it and the Marauders Map he set out to pace. He draped the cloak lightly on his shoulders and checked the map to see if anyone was in the common room. No one. Empty as could be. All five of his room mates were snoozing away in their beds. He blinked slightly, five? Since when was there five other people in the room? His heart nearly stopped when he read the name, mingling on Ron's dot.

He ran as fast as he could, to the Headmaster's quarters, with only one thought replaying in his mind.

Draco Malfoy was still alive.

TBC

Thank my beta Kage Miko- Without her nagging this chapter probably wouldn't be out for another week. XD

Review people! The more people I know I'm aggravating with my slowness, the more likely I'll speed up!