A/N: Just for the record, the spell "Scourgify" in the previous chapter means 'clean up'. I thought you guys knew that already..?

Revised: 28 August 2004

The Future Awaits
Chapter 9: Not fair!

"Morning, Red-Head."

"Morning, Scar-Head!"

Harry sniggered. "Have a good shag with your girlfriend, last night?"

"Shut your gap, Harry! And it's none of your business."

"Oh c'mon! It's not that I'm deaf. You lot forgot putting a Silencing Charm on that d-"

THUNK!!

"What was that?" asked an alert Ron Weasley.

"It came from the entrance door…" replied Harry. He went up and opened the door cautiously to reveal a frustrated Sirius Black, who was rubbing his forehead furiously.

"You guys! I must admit that it's kinda frustrating that you put wards around your house. Can't people just apparate right into it?!"

"Aah… my dearest godfather. As my darling friend, Hermione puts it, 'you've got to loose something to gain something'," Harry said in an intellectual voice, obviously mocking his female friend.

"Harry! You can cut that act now!" Hermione yelled from her room.

"Look who's talking! Shagging my red-haired pal till who-know-when, and telling me to shut up!"

"HARRY!!" both Ron and Hermione shouted. Ron was looking at Harry in horror, with crimson face.

By the time, Harry realised what he said, Ron had already stormed into his room. Harry sighed. "Well, they have been shagging since 7th year… what's there to keep a secret about?" he said, clearly trying to defend himself.

What Harry didn't notice was the pale face his godfather was now wearing. He had unknowingly broken his godfather's heart even further.

..:: Flashback ::.

"Sirius, stop that!"

"What?" he asked innocently, before continuing leaving trails of kisses on her left arm up to her slender neck.

"Stop trying to distract me! I'm trying to read here. It's good to know about the Kexrosies before our classes."

"Hermione, the book is in your hands. And you are already in the process of reading it."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I can't if you continue kissing, biting AND seducing me."

"I am?" he looked up momentarily, mocking an innocent face.

"Argh! You're insufferable!"

Without further notice, Hermione jumped onto Sirius, kissing him furiously. Sirius smiled inwardly at his achievement.

Tongues and teeth clashed. Sirius gathered her to him, his mouth demanding and bruising as his hands slid pass her blouse to roam her bare back... with the exception of her bra strap, of course. They continued kissing passionately, not caring anyone walking in on them. Furthermore, it was late at midnight. All students had gone up to their dorms.

Sirius let out a soft moan as Hermione caressed his neck, and in one swift movement, he was on top of her, straddling her. Hands tangled themselves in hair, explored bodies, unwilling to stop touching. He didn't know how his shirt had become unbuttoned, but he didn't care because Hermione was running her hands over his stomach, stroking up and down. As the contact became more intimate, Hermione did what she had never done before; licking her lover, all over his chest and nipples, which caused him to buck his hips to her, showing her how aroused he was. But just as his hands reached her stomach, which was obviously taking its cue to move further up, Hermione sat up abruptly, knocking him over.

Hermione gasped. "Ooo… I'm so sorry, Sirius. You're okay?"

Sirius nodded, panting heavily.

"We had to stop."

Sirius nodded again, before kissing her forehead. "I know. You're not ready. I don't want to do anything which you would regret later."

Deep in his heart, he couldn't help but feel disappointed. It always ended up like this when things became intimate between them. He would have had her already if she was one of those bimbos he had dated back then. He really wanted her, but at the same time, he wanted it to be special with Hermione. She would always tell him that she was not ready. He respected that. He did not want to rush up things. He will wait. Yes… he will wait.

..:: End of Flashback ::..

Sirius couldn't help but feel jealous of Ron. Hermione had been shagging him since their seventh year?! What about me?! When it comes to me, she just… abandoned me?! Making excuses which I foolishly fell for?! Not ready, my foot!! But she was ready for Ron in her 7th year?!

"So, what brings my godfather to this humble place?"

Sirius did not hear a word Harry said since he was still deep in thought. Harry sighed loudly, which still did not capture Sirius' attention.

"Great. Now I have no one to talk to."

Harry stared at his godfather, wondering what he was thinking about. He rolled his eyes.

"SIRIUS!! Planet Earth to Sirius!" Harry shouted, waving his hand in front of his face.

"Huh?"

"Care to tell me what you were thinking about?"

"Nothing."

Harry looked intently on his godfather's face. "Do I look like a dumb toad to you?"

"Well, when you put it that way…" Sirius guffawed.

Harry rolled his eyes again, when Sirius asked him, "Harry, when did Ron and Hermione start dating?" His voice sounded fake-casual like. Sirius knew Remus told him they did in their 7th, but couldn't help asking Harry.

Harry looked at Sirius in the eye for a moment, as though he was trying to read his mind.

"Well, they told me they started dating in seventh year."

"Oh," was all Sirius could say. There was a certain glint of jealousy in his tone that Harry noticed.

"Anyway, back to my original question, what brings you here?"

"Oh… umm… well… er… good heavens! I forgot!"

Harry huffed. "Sirius, I just do hope I won't be as forgetful as you when I grow old."

Sirius scowled. "Hey I'm not-"

"I know, I know… my young godfather. I let you think back… and in the mean time, let me go apologise to those lovebirds in there."

Harry got up and went over to his friends' door. "Guys, I want to say I'm sorry, okay. It's a slip of tongue… what you call that, Hermione? Ah! Freudian Slip!" Harry said, trying to make a joke.

The door opened to reveal a smiling Hermione Granger. Ron apparently had fallen back to sleep on the bed. "It's okay, Harry."

Harry shook his head at the sight of his red-haired friend. "That big oaf! He just woke up this morning!"

Hermione frowned at Harry, apparently offended on behalf of her boyfriend. Harry held out his hands in defence, "Oops! Sorry!"

"Never mind. I've yet to have my breakfast. What did you make?"

"For you, my lady..." bowing his head, "yesterday's leftover pepperoni pizza!"

Hermione rolled her eyes and went straight into the kitchen. Harry grinned at the retreating back of his female friend, while walking towards Sirius.

"So, did your memory finally made its come back?"

Sirius gave Harry a quick glare, but smiled eventually.

"You know, you're acting more and more like James. So cocky. Like father like son!"

Harry grinned. "Hah! Yeah. That's what Remus told me once."

"Anyways, I was thinking of planning a surprise party for Hermione's birthday," he said in a hushed voice.

Harry stared incredulously at his godfather, obviously not expecting to hear that.

"Did I hear you correctly?"

"Yes, you did. It's kind of… a thank you note for her… for saving my life."

Harry opened his mouth to say something. Finding that he had no words to let out, he nodded.

"Okay. So what you want to do about it? I mean, we need to talk to Ron about this too."

Sirius frowned. He hadn't thought of including his 'rival' in the plan.

"Well, let's get out of this place. Go to some café or something to talk it out."

"You want me to wake Ron or something?"

"No."

"O-kay."

Harry went into the kitchen to inform Hermione that he's going out with Sirius. On the way to the nearby café, Harry stopped suddenly.

"Hang on a minute. How did you know about Hermione's birthday?"

Sirius gulped, before looking at Harry warily. "Er… I… I have my ways. Heheh!"

A/N: I'm not good at writing 'make-out' sessions. Even with the help of constant smut reading, I still suck at it. :P Sorry about that. And man! I really hate my English! They suck! I got 'D' for my O' Levels. So… bear with me.