A/N: Well well well. Another new chapter. So... I can see why people would think this is a Mary Sue fanfic. I suppose it is in some ways. But I shall try hard so that it won't be that bad, heh. But what can I say? If you're doing a story about Harry Potter being real, you have to have a muggle non-canon character.

CM Aeris Queen of Insanity: I still love this penname. :) Well I'm sorry you don't like the story anymore but I adore Sirius, so it's not gonna change.

Inu-AngelZ: Oohh... I want a M+M and Choc. Chip cookie now...

Leelo77: Love connection... well perhaps. Not necessarily though. Glad you liked the chapter though.

Rheniel: I'm thrilled that the story is better then most muggle into Harry Potter fics. I try my hardest, whether it always works or not... I hope you continue to read. Any more ideas like me know ;) I love new ideas.

And as always to everyone. Please review. Maybe I'll try the cookie thing. As InuAngel suggested, m+m and choc chip sounds good, doesn't it? Mmm...

Chapter 10

It wasn't like I was a school girl with a crush. I was a grown woman, twenty nine years of age, and I was completely capable of being in a room with a man I thought was attractive and being able to keep all my faculties.

That being said I was aware that I had been staring at the man for far too long. A smirk was now on Sirius' mouth, reminiscent of his cousins own smirk, which I could feel coming from the blonde without even seeing it. Harry even looked amused. I was surrounded by men, overly amused men.

My usual feelings of control came back into play, and I quite successfully pushed down my own raging hormones, and stopped the blush from spreading over my body again. I turned a cold eye on Sirius, who was still standing there, smirking. I was growing to hate that expression on any man's lips.

"Mr. Black I presume." I narrowed my eyes at him, my voice annoyed because of his amusement and because of my own rebellious thoughts. "Thank you for the use of your room, but I would like to have my clothes back. Then I would like to leave now."

The smirk was gone from his face. Instead he looked mildly annoyed, likely from the polite use of his last name. I remembered back to Harry telling me at the Leaky Cauldron that his godfather wouldn't appreciate the formal use of his name, and it looked like he had been right. He was likely far more used to women falling over themselves for him. Of course I could easily understand that, and with my knees already weak, it was a distinct possibility for me. His eyes though traveled over my form once again, causing the same shiver. But his eyes were distinctly colder this time.

"I'm sorry. What was your name? I'm perfectly used to naked women standing in my room, but usually I know their names."

My glare didn't seem to affect him, because the smirk was back in place. My attraction for this man was starting to rub me the wrong way. He was certainly not worth the feeling, reminding me of Matt Caulder more then was healthy. They both had the idea that they were god's gift to women. Fine, so I might agree on one more then the other... but that didn't mean I enjoyed the smug attitude in the men I had acquaintance with.

"Sirius!" Harry looked with disapproval and a small amount of surprise at his godfather. "You know her name. You should be more polite, if it wasn't for her you wouldn't be here." There was stern reprimand in Harry's voice, and I smiled at him in thanks for his championship of me. "Ignore him Aine, he was actually quite worried about you."

"Only because she was sleeping in my bedroom." He said shortly, his arms now crossed over his chest. I blinked a bit in surprise, wondering if he had always been this childish or if it had been a side effect from the veil.

"Are you actually pouting about a comatose woman having slept in your room?" I asked amazed. "Is your brain addled with age?" The look I received was nothing if not annoyed. There was a moment of pride that I had caused the annoyance.

A ripple of laughter erupted through the room, coming from my side on the bed. I turned to eye the blonde Malfoy sitting on the edge of the bed, with a mixture of amusement and irritation. I suppose I should be happy that someone was taking pleasure out of the circumstances. Of course I wasn't completely sure what those circumstances were, or even what Draco found so absolutely hilarious. My foot started to tap in response to his continued laughter, no end in sight.

"Draco." Harry looked at his lover, a considerably vexed expression firmly in place. Whatever the blonde man found funny, Harry wasn't sharing the joke. But at least he knew what the joke was.

"I'm sorry, but they're getting along so well already. The following few weeks are just going to be tremendous fun." A chuckle slipped past his lips, his comments earning him a hard look from Harry, but he just laughed the look off, completely unconcerned. I didn't share his unconcern though. If Harry had been glaring at me like that, then I certainly wouldn't be laughing at anything at the moment.

"Cousin, you're starting to get on everyone's nerves here. Maybe you should just shut up, now." Sirius said drily. Apparently he too knew what was funny, though like Harry he didn't find it as hilarious. He was trying considerably hard though to keep the reason from escaping Draco's lips. I was the only one who was being left in the dark, and it just made my foot tap faster. Surprisingly enough though it was Draco who ended my torment, standing up for me, even if he didn't realize he was doing it.

"Honestly you two, she's going to find out soon enough. I am just getting a little amusement from the fact that Black and the little muggle there are already at each other's throats." He nodded in both Sirius and my direction. I cast a quick look at the older man, still standing in the doorway. He looked quite put out by his younger cousin, he turned to look at Harry a look of complete sympathy on his face.

"I don't understand why you're involved with him at all. I can say without a doubt you could easily do better."

"Hey!" I was slightly surprised to see a quick flash of hurt cross over Draco's face at that statement. Make fun of his family, his clothing, his profession, but never pick on his relationship with Harry. "You don't need to understand old man." The hurt was replaced by a sneer directed to Sirius. The older man just shrugged the look off, ignoring him.

"He has his good moments." A reassuring smile was directed toward Draco, calming him down. "Though right now isn't one of them." The smile was replaced by a disapproving look. The smile though had settled Draco down, and he just let the disapproval slide off his back.

I regarded the men surrounding me. There was something they weren't telling me, and instead of filling me in about it, when it so obviously affected me, they were bickering like little boys. Here I was standing in the middle of what I now knew as Sirius Black's bedroom, covered only in a sheet, being harassed by a perfectly delectable man who was getting on my nerves as quickly as he was attracting me, and the center of amusement for another one of the men. They were keeping something from me. I was not in the best of moods.

"Children." I said firmly, authority ringing through my voice, causing the two younger men to look at me immediately. Years of teaching will certainly give you control over people. "I want to know what is going on. From Mr Black's appearance there," I nodded in the older man's direction, "I shall assume that my ritual worked perfectly. So I am certainly not needed here anymore. But I do have a job to do at home. So would you stop acting like little children and please tell me what it is you're hiding from me."

"Mr Black here hasn't actually been awake much longer then you." Sirius huffed softly at the formal use of his last name. "I just woke up a couple of days ago. I suppose being dead will really take it out of you."

Really I guess he was handling his death rather well, but I was in no mood at the moment for his bad sense of humour. I started to tap my foot, which looked a little foolish with my mussed hair, and white sheet clutched around me.

"Yes Sirius here has been out like a log too long as well. I just think he was catching up on his beauty sleep, lot of good it did him though." The blonde haired man said shaking his head.

"Unlike you I don't need beauty sleep to make me this attractive. I just always look good."

The two cousins stared each other down. The two of them were starting to annoy me...

Harry stepped up now and decided to finish filling me in since it was obvious that I was going to find out. A good thing too since neither Draco or Sirius seemed to be able to keep their sarky little mouths shut. I could easily see how the two of them were related now...

"Well after Sirius woke up, he tried to leave... And well he couldn't." It was almost like Harry floundered with what to say.

That was an explanation? I couldn't see how this related to me and why I couldn't go home. How was it my responsibility that this man had problems leaving the area. The tapping of my foot didn't stop, getting me annoyed looks from Sirius who was staring at the offending foot, his eye twitching. I wondered if he was considering the pros and cons of grabbing my leg to stop the motion. Then again that would probably be a little awkward. My fantasies were starting to kick in again at even the idea of Sirius Black's hands on my leg...

"What my dear Harry is trying to say, and being far too cautious about, is that Sirius couldn't leave the area because you were still in the area. It looks like that little ritual of yours had some unforeseen side effects." Draco finished up the explanation for Harry. I stared at him for a moment, his smirk annoying me since I didn't find this at all funny. The raven haired boy next to him looked apologetic, and Sirius looked quite furious. Really who could blame him, after all he was stuck here because I was. He was attached to a muggle. I was attached to him.

"What's the farthest we can go?" I asked calmly. Panicking was certainly not going to help me in this situation. I wasn't going to be able to go back to New York, since it was highly unlikely that Sirius would travel there as well. So I was going to have to make do here and figure out a way to detach myself from the dark haired man.

"Well the farthest he was able to get was about 300 yards." Harry smiled slightly, no doubt pleased that I wasn't taking this little bit of information any harder. Whatever he had imagined, it likely included some yelling, some crying, and a bit of a temper tantrum. Obviously he really didn't know me that well. Over the years I have gotten used to quite a few setbacks. I'd say being magically, and possibly physically, linked to a man like Sirius Black was easily a setback. Harry had taken up the task of describing to me what was going on. I was perfectly happy that it was him, the other two were too busy being angry or amused. You could probably guess which one was which...

Well 300 yards wasn't that bad. That was almost a quarter of a mile. Really things could have been much worse. When they had first dropped this bomb on me I was worried it was going to be something ridiculous. All I had been able to think of was that I was going to be attached at the hip with this man. It would have made things like showering very interesting. My brain had certainly gone into overtime thinking about THAT little idea. But 300 yards gave distance enough. The real question was why this had happened at all.

I had performed the ritual perfectly. There was no question about that. Perhaps the clag a' bhàis had been faulty somehow, but I doubted it would have resulted in this. If it had been cracked or fake the ritual simply would not have worked. The only plausible explanation was that I hadn't been informed completely about the results of bringing someone back to life using that particular means.

It was likely to do with the use of blood with the clag a' bhàis. I knew well enough that in other rituals that the use of blood between people tied them together, but that was usually a mutual exchange of the substance. In this case it had been my blood used to bring him back from the grave. I suppose that was a bigger connection then I had realized. Hindsight is 20/20 they say. I suppose I should have realized before that giving my blood in the ritual would tie me undeniably to this tall raven haired man.

Everything being said and done though, it obviously was an amazing ritual judging by the appearance of Sirius Black. There was no corpse like appearance to his body, no jerky movements, he had every memory in tact. So that had been all right. There was just this little side effect. In comparison to the miracle that HAD been performed, this really wasn't that big of a deal... The question though was if any other problems had occurred. Well I had wanted to find out what was under the clothes...

I tied the sheet around me tightly and moved over to where Sirius stood, and with no warning to him started to run my hands down his chest.

"What...?" His eyes widened in shock, a surprised pale blush suffusing his cheeks. I ignored this though as well as the immediate thought that his chest was indeed very, very nice. I rose up on tip toes, peering at him closely, my hands now moving over his shoulders and down his arms. I looked over every inch of him.

"Aine!" Harry exclaimed, looking away from us embarrassed, a definite blush on his cheeks. Draco was laughing quietly, bent over slightly still on the bed.

"Looks like there were other side effects as well. Not that my dear cousin would mind though. A beautiful woman in only a sheet caressing him..." He smirked at the pointed look he got from Sirius, which just proved his point.

I lowered myself back onto the balls of my feet, taking a step back. "You're all rather perverted." I shook my head. "I was checking to make sure there was nothing wrong with him that might have to do with the ritual, at least physically. I need to know that everything else at least worked properly before I try and figure out what did go wrong. Have you noticed anything else wrong?"

"N-No..." Sirius stuttered, before regaining his footing. "If you want you can check the rest." Sirius drawled, his eyes suggesting certain things that appealed to me. This time I didn't blush but let my eyes travel down his long frame before settling on his face, keeping my eyes on him.

"No thank you, recently resurrected corpses don't turn me on." Okay that was a rather large fib. But despite the fact that I was now invariably tied to the man, I certainly didn't want to get tied to him in any other ways, as pleasurable as they might be. At the hard look that entered his eyes, I knew that he hadn't taken too kindly to that comment. "Harry do you think I could have some clothes? I think you've all seen me nearly naked long enough." I asked quietly, not taking my eyes off the man in front of me.

"Some of us saw you completely naked." Draco said innocently. It didn't really work for him. Innocent devils are rare and few between. Sirius snorted.

"I'll bring them right up." Harry said quickly, trying to diffuse the situation. The bomb squad had a happier job in my opinion. I was unhappy to still be there, Sirius was unhappy not being able to leave, and Draco was taking too much enjoyment out of our displeasure. Poor Harry.

The silence in the room was definitely uncomfortable with Harry gone. Especially for me, standing here with no clothes on, in only a sheet. I was feeling mildly panicked about the messed up ritual and it's side effect and I was trying very hard to hide it from everyone else. Just what I didn't need, Draco having more ammunition on me.

Achoo!

And I think I was starting to get a cold as well.

I could only hope Harry would get back quickly with my clothes.