Disclaimer: I don't own it. I couldn't take the pressure of some crazed fans everyday demanding a novel.

"Mum, Dad, what are you doing?" Alexander's sleepy voice came from the doorway, rubbing his eyes. Hermione looked up at Sirius; who was having trouble zipping up his fly: Hermione straightened herself and stood in front of him. Alexander's mouth dropped open, "Are you having sex?"

Sirius answered before Hermione could, "Yeah, give us a minute will you?" Hermione gave Sirius a look that would prick his bubble; their son just saw them having sex on the kitchen table! It was serious, pardoning the pun.

"Mum, I have to eat on that table;why would you do that. That's so disgusting. I'm going back to bed." Alexander turned and ran back upstairs. Sirius started back on Hermione's neck as soon as he was out of sight.

She pushed him away, obiviously pissed.

"Sirius, I don't believe you! Tomorrow you're staring on a new table, from scratch." Sirius' mouth dropped open.

"You must be joking; that will take days! With magic."

Hermione gave him a push towards his workshop, "Then I guess you have to get started."

The next morning, Sirius and Harry were playing wizard's tag in the house.

Sirius crouched by the sink, waiting for Harry to make him move. Suddenly, a blast of light shattered the kitchen table not too far from him. Hermione, Bianca, and the three kids came inside. Harry and Sirius stood up from their hiding places, saying the practiced conversation.

Harry started in monotone, "Oh, Sirius, what are we to do?"

"I don't know; the table is ruined." Sirius looked from Harry to Hermione who silently laughed.

"What about the table you made two weeks ago?" Again, in monotone.

"That's a good idea, Harry. Help me move from the shop to the kitchen. " Harry and Sirius shuffled out, silently congratulating themselves on being clever.

Hermione walked into the workshop, laughing at Sirius.

"What are we going to tell him?" Sirius looked at her, and then at Harry, who excused himself.

"He saw us having sex on the kitchen table; he'll get over it." Hermione slinked behind him and whispered in his ear.

"If you saw your mother and father having sex on the table that you eat over three meals a day on, what would you want to do?" Sirius dropped the sand paper and put his head down on the table

"Jump off the nearest bridge or light myself on fire, or maybe both." Sirius mumbled on but Hermione couldn't here him.

"So you have to talk to him. Right now or tomorrow at the lastest."

"Okay, I'm going." At the doorway, Sirius had a thought, "I am I still on probation?"

"I don't know. Maybe not if you go talk to him." Sirius got out of that doorway faster than a bat out of hell.

A/N: I know I know....I waited too long to update but please Review. Next chapter the sex talk.