A/N: This story keeps going and going... So long. I hope people don't mind how long it's taking to get places. But oh well. Next week I have vacation so I'm likely going to be writing most of the time, so I'll probably be uploading a chapter a day that week. That'll get it further along. :)

Chapter 11

A rather uncomfortable silence fell over the room the minute Harry left. Well it was silent except for Draco's rather non discreet laughing. He really was taking too much pleasure out of our situation. Actually it was rather a pleasant sound, one I didn't think I would hear. I certainly hadn't expected to hear much laughter in this house. It certainly wasn't built to hold much joy. And Draco certainly wasn't built to either. But apparently other people's annoyance, and pain could make him quite happy. Unless it was Harry of course.

"Draco dear. If you don't stop laughing I will be forced to make your life with Harry rather hard." I gave him a hard look, hoping the threat would stop his laughter. Instead he just smirked at me, oblivious to the menace I was suggesting.

"Didn't you know living with Harry I'm always hard?"

He had to twist the statement didn't he? It was a joke I might have found funny directed to anyone other then me. I ignored the obvious sexual reference though.

"Not surprising really. He is rather attractive." I appeared thoughtful. "Certainly not the young boy from the books. He's grown up rather nicely. Though too bad he's fond of boys." I eyed Draco coldly. "Perhaps he just needs the right woman?" I smiled at Draco, trying to annoy him. True to form though, Draco just smiled and responded in kind.

"Please. Do you really think after having me he'd be able to settle for anything else? Especially an older woman."

"Would you both please stop talking about my godson like this. It's making me slightly nauseous. Especially you Draco." Over by the door, Sirius was clutching the doorway, and true to his word looking slightly sick.

"My apologies Mr. Black. I won't make any more sexual references to Harry. He certainly doesn't deserve it." I chuckled, a rather evil side of me taking a bit of pleasure at seeing the man looking discomforted. "Now Draco darling, do you think you could keep your amusement to a minimum?"

No was the simple reply I got from the still smirking Draco. I sighed, realizing that it was probably completely futile to try and dissuade a Slytherin from taking pleasure from someone else's discomfort. Not that I wouldn't find this situation amusing myself, after all it was almost comical. Except I really would have preferred being attached to anyone other then the man who I knew was watching me from across the room. It was disconcerting to have his eyes on me, especially when I was lacking clothing.

Luckily Harry came back into the room, handing me my clothes, but he didn't look too happy at the moment. In fact there was a distinct worried expression set on his features.

"What's the matter?"Draco asked immediately, his concern for the Gryffindor popping up the second he walked into the room.

"Nothing wrong really. It's just that Hermione's here with the kids." At everyone's confused looks, he shook his head. "No that's great. I love to see them. I love to see my godchildren, but they can't see you two." He looked at both Sirius and I. "If they saw Sirius they would know I had done something. They'd want to get involved, and I will not allow it." There was that note of steel in his voice again. He was really adamant about his protection of his old school friends.

"Easy enough. We go down and make nice with Granger and the little adorable Weasels, these two will just have to stay in this room... Together." Draco said this logically enough, but the tilt of his lips stated that he was enjoying the discomfort he was going to cause. He pushed Harry out the door, "Now you two be nice, and don't leave here." He nodded his aristocratic face at us, and closed the door.

Now it was just the two of us in a room. If I thought my mind was having improper thoughts before, now it was certainly working over time. Of course I was ignoring them though...

"You're all red. Are you all right?" Sirius asked, pushing away from the wall, a small note of concern in his voice as he approached me. I jumped back from him immediately, not wanting to be too close to him, not after where my brain had taken me seconds ago.

"I'm perfectly all right." My voice didn't break much to my credit, but I sounded a little too prudish even to my own ears. "Now will you please turn around so I can get changed?" I needed clothing to cover me if I had any chance of escaping this room without a permanent colour change.

The tall man in front of me stood there for a minute before shaking his head, a grin settling on his face. The broken look in his eyes that I had seen before, was instead replaced by a distinctive mischievous gleam. Of course he wasn't going to turn around... The arrogant bastard. Perhaps I shouldn't have been so mean to him before. Though I doubted playing nice with the man would have prevented this little incident.

Not one to be outdone though I just smiled rather innocently at him before shrugging my shoulders. I certainly wasn't going to drop the sheet in front of him, but that didn't mean I couldn't get dressed. I took my black baby doll shirt and slipped it slowly over my head, settling it over the sheet. Then while still keeping eye contact with Sirius, I took my pair of underwear, rather nondescript cotton ones, and shuffled into them under my sheet. Only then did I drop the sheet, standing in front of a man wearing only a shirt and a pair of underwear.

"I didn't think watching a girl get into clothes would be that much of a turn on..." There was a note of wonder to Sirius' voice as he said that, shifting a bit uncomfortably. I smirked slightly, pulling on my jeans.

"It all depends on who you're watching, Mr. Black." I turned away from him then, taking the sheet and placing it carefully back onto the bed, pulling the comforter over it. After all my mother always taught me to make my bed.

"I think I'll take much more pleasure out of sleeping in this bed now. Now that there's a good memory of a beautiful naked woman lying between the sheets, all sweaty..." Sirius had gone over to the bed, sitting on it.

"I am not sweating." I huffed, turning to look at him sitting on the bed, my hands on my hips. I watched his hand was sliding slowly over the material of the comforter. It was far more sensual looking then it ought to have been.

"Not right now of course. But you were certainly sweating when you were sick before, and naked as well."

I narrowed my eyes at him. There was the fact that I had been unconscious, naked and sweating in this man's bed, and he had been awake and in my presence to find this out. My sexual fantasies aside, I wasn't overly fond of the idea that he had seen me naked.

"I didn't check to see what was under the sheets Miss MacKinnion." The look on my face must have said it all, because he laughed at my relief. Forgetting my like, or dislike, of the man I sat down next to him on the bed.

"Did Harry tell you that a squib woman wrote books about his life?" I asked out of the blue. After all Sirius had been dead for quite awhile, and therefore unaware of what had happened in the meantime. Despite the fact that he rubbed me the wrong way already, and we had only really just met, that didn't mean I envied his position. It is a wondrous thing being alive, especially when you've been dead for over ten years.

"He mentioned it." Sirius leaned back on his arms, looking comfortable and at ease. "If I had been around I would have made sure she hadn't written a single word." There was a clear threat in his words, one I was sure he would have backed up. Lucky for JK Rowling he hadn't been around.

"Well yes. That's all I knew about Harry Potter and your world before Cairn contacted me..." I grew quiet when Cairn's name passed my lips, immediately seeing the pointed face, the sad eyes and the childish expression. A warm hand covered mine, and I was surprised to see Sirius looking at me, sympathy in his eyes.

"Harry told me about Cairn. He was a very brave person. I'm sure he died well."

I roughly pulled my hand out of Sirius' grip and turned angry eyes on him.

"You can't die well. He certainly didn't. Not unless you call having your body ripped to shreds as good." I shook my head, no tears in my eyes, I was too angry to cry. Of course Sirius Black would be all gung-ho for dying. After all the way he had died had certainly been reckless and stupid. Had I brought a man back to life who wasn't going to even appreciate what I had given him?

"That's not what I meant." He said gruffly, looking uncomfortable with my anger, but still certain of what he meant. "I'm sure he died to protect you or Harry. That's what I mean when I said he died well."

"Forget it." This was not a subject I wanted to linger on for too long. "JK Rowling certainly got your character down pat. You're egotistical, arrogant, reckless, a lady's man, charming, too handsome for your own good, proud."

"The perfect Black." He smirked. "Without those pesky ties to the dark side." I jumped as he leaned in closer to me, a roguish grin settled on his features. "Too handsome? You are attracted to me."

Ideally I would have kept my cool in this situation, and had a suitably harsh come back to berate Sirius Black with. Instead my body conducted a mutiny against my head. It likely had to do with the close proximity with a man I was fully willing to say I would easily go to jelly being near. Either way my face grew hot, and all I could manage was to look like a fish, my mouth gaping wide open. This just gave Sirius a knowing look as he pulled back.

"Glad to know I've still got it."

That pulled me out of whatever trance like state I might have been in. I jumped off the bed, not wanting to sit next to him any longer.

"You're an arrogant ass. Only an idiot would find a reckless wizard like you attractive. You got yourself killed because you thought too highly of yourself. You left Harry alone and with no family. Why? Because you thought you were invincible! You didn't even die that dramatically. You died thinking you were the hottest thing on earth, when instead you were just a sad old fool!" I panted, too angry to think about what I was saying. This was what I had thought all those years ago when I had first read book five, when Sirius had died. I never had liked his death scene. I had liked his character. I had wanted more from his death then just being too cocky to avoid a spell. But seeing the man now alive, he was still too damned cocky, and I was angry at him for it. I had performed a ritual to bring him back to life. A ritual which left me in a coma for almost a month, and then it had connected me to him for who knows how long. And to make it even worse I had to find the bastard attractive! He had the gall to act like that same cocky prick who got himself killed!

From the livid expression on his face, he hadn't taken too kindly to my angry lecture. He was now standing, his grey eyes dark and spitting daggers at me.

"What the hell would a stupid muggle like you know anyway? You think you have any insight into what happened? Just because you read what was likely a very faulty book? Do you honestly think I wanted to die and leave Harry alone? You're not even important here. So you brought me back to life. What of it? I'm sure plenty of other people could have cut their arm and chanted a few strange words. If it wasn't for the stupid connection we now have, which you didn't even KNOW about, then I would have you back home in seconds. You're more of an inconvenience then a help."

We both stood there, chests heaving over our angry words to each other, narrowed eyes on each other. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut, but neither of us moved from where we stood. It would have been the moment in a bad movie where the two characters started to make out, but this wasn't a bad movie. We just stood there glaring at each other, until the door finally opened and Harry walked in. He must have sensed the mood though since he shuffled uneasily into the room, Draco behind him though started to laugh.

"Well it was either going to be you guys going at it like rabbits, or fighting like dogs..." He crossed his arms over his chest. "I'd be more amused if you told me you did the first and are now doing the second."

"Shut up, cousin." Sirius gave Draco a withering look, a look that was so completely filled with menace that it even wiped the grin off of Draco's pointed features. "Since you're up here I'll assume the Weasley entourage is gone." At Harry's surprised nod, Sirius swept past them and out of the room. I gave a deep sigh of relief.

"What happened in here?" Harry sounded concerned.

"We shared our opinions... They just didn't match very well." I tried to smile at Harry but it faltered and fell off my face. For some reason the argument wasn't sitting well with me. But damned if I was going to go apologize to a man who called me stupid and an inconvenience.

"I need to call my work." I turned to Harry. "And then I need to spend a hell of a lot of time in the library. I am damn well going to break this god awful connection to that man."

"I'll talk to Sirius." Harry sighed. "He'll have to go with you to the library after all."

"Just keep him the 500 yards away and we'll be fine."