Hello! I have realised that finishing this and doing a Christmas sequel isn't the best idea (Especially since, at this rate, the Christmas stuff won't happen until sometime around Febuary) so it shall just be another part of this, which makes the Halloween part of this obsolete, really.

Thank you to everyone out there who reviewed, I love you all.

This is dedicated, however prematurely, to Kihin Rahon, for Chapter Four of All Kidding Aside, as I trust that, even if she misses the other two deadlines, she'll manage this one. SHAMELESS PLUG! Read All Kidding Aside if you love Sirius/Remus, humor and smut. It's not really smutty, but the innuendos are enough to get your blood boiling!

Happy Halloween, My Dear Marauder.

Chapter 4, Finally Leaving the Bedroom!

After spending the rest of the holiday pretty much locked up together in their bedrooms, Harry, Charlie, Sirius and Remus were all quite exhausted, and none of them were particularly looking forward to going back to school (Charlie was taking up Flying Instructor, after Madame Hooch decided to follow her dreams and left to backpack around Thailand). Harry and Charlie had both agreed on continuing the relationship in school – something that was allowed by school rules as Harry and Charlie were not Teacher/Student when they bagan seeing eachother, and Harry didn't have flying lessons anyway. Sirius was living at Hogwarts with remus, and covering the moon-lessons for him, as he had become DADA teacher again. Ron had said he was just waiting for the rest of the teachers to be swapped for Order Members as well, which left them with the fairly horrifying image of Mundungus Fletcher attempting to teach a subject like Muggle Studies ("and this is what Muggles call beer, don't worry, it's non-alcoholic, Malfoy's just ill, that's why he's trying to feel Potter up...").

One Werewolf in particular was especially not looking forward to his return. He had, of course, known that Werewolves could get pregnant. It was a fact he'd had drilled into him by both the Ministry and his parents from the age of four. Unfortunately, it seems that when a drunk Werewolf is trying to prove a lot of people wrong, thoughts of protection go flying out the window (along with trousers, conveniently enough). So, now he had the added worry that he could very well be pregnant – he and every other person living in Grimmauld Place over the Holidays. It was a little-known phenomenon that Werewolf pregnancies are contagous. It's the pheromones, they giove off protection for their mates, but they have also been known to set off primal instincts within non-werewolves that lead to a lot of them getting pregnant.

Luckily, it seemed, Harry and Charlie (boy, it had taken a lot of courage to actually tell them about this) had both used protection, and the charm that went blue constantly for him went clear for both of them. Molly was already pregnant and the others assured him they hadn't had sex.

So, now all he had to worry about was telling his lover that they were expecting a baby.

He began to think he'd rather face getting everyone else in the Order pregnant first.

"Siri, love, umm... sit down. You know we're heading back to Hogwarts tommorrow, and I wanted to discuss something important with you." Sirius, it had to be said, did look incredibly worried when Remus spoke up. Either that, or the fact that Remus was sitting, fully clothed, on the bed, trying to talk to Sirius, confused the poor bloke enough that he didn't think about anything else.

"Umm... well, you know we were having that little... competition with Harry and Charlie the other day... and we were drunk... and we ran out of the condoms you stole off of Severus and Hermione... and I said it didn't matter... well, apparently it did. Umm... Siri, love, we're having a baby."

Remus was almost glad Sirius was unconcious.

It was, however, during the arduous process of waking his lover up and beginging the insistences that he was sure, that the test hadn't been wrong the first time, or the second, or the fifteenth, that he came to a realisation. He'd forgotten one couple. One incredibly vital couple actually. A couple that had been left with a shortage of condoms and more sex-drive than probably everyone in the house put together.

Fuck.

It has to be said, Hermione was a responsible person. Sure, she'd spent the past 4 days either handcuffed to or with Severus handcuffed to her bed, and certainly, the only thing she'd eaten over said four days, aside the obvious, was chocolate body paint, whipped cream, ice cream and assorted fruits (it's amazing, the things her lover can do with a cherry...). However, she was a responsible person, so upon waking up on that day, the 5th November, she had instantly resolved that this was it. The end, finite. Once she'd finished having the best sex of her life with Severus, she was going to break it off with him, go get ready for her return to school, and on the train, see how Ginny felt about women. Especially the bushy-haired types with a penchance for handcuffs and body paint.

However, being pulled out of her bedroom by one Remus J. Lupin before she even had a chance to wake her lover up, let alone begin the task of fantastic break-up sex was not how she liked to start her mornings. It was for this reason that she was particularly snappish with the poor werewolf when he dragged her into his bedroom and plonked her down next to a drowsy looking Sirius, who kept mumbling about "baby". They had weird pet-names, really. Baby was so old it was probably young again.

"Hermione, this is incredibly important, so don't start pouting. I fear you and Severus may be lacking a few condoms, and I know that in the throes of passionate sex you could be inclined to forget about them, but you MUST remember them. I'm pregnant, and I'm sure you know what that means for you."

"But Remus, we ran out of condoms two days ago... fuck!"

Oh, this was going to be a long year.

A very long year.

A/N; I know, short and boring. No smut, either, which was dissapointing. The next chapter should, hopefully, make up for it.

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