A/N: Wow! Apparently, most everyone WANT Harry and Sirius to be sex-crazed addicts, or at least didn't think it was wrong for them to go so far so soon. I had been worried about it. But hey, who am I to complain if that's what you want, and Harry and Sirius have no objections to it (Harry: -grins-"You won't hear one from me!" + Sirius: -zips an imaginary zipper across his lips "MMMM-mmmm"). So – on with the show!

P.S. To my reviewer sigi – I think I'll say an extra thanks for your review – you even tried to get me to hurry up by putting a review under my story "Misunderstood" to update this fic. So here you go! And hopefully some more later tonight or tomorrow!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Co. Not mine. Never was.

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Previously:

Harry turned to look Sirius in the eyes. For a long time he just searched those grey eyes, looking for something with a quiet determination. He evidently found it, because he smiled softly and said, "I could fall in love with you, you know."

Sirius had always thought someone saying that to him would be terrifying. He was well known during his original Hogwarts days as a ladies man who couldn't commit to save his life. But now…

His heart seemed to swell to three times its natural size. It was almost painful, but at the same time the best feeling he'd ever had. He didn't think about the words, he just said them, "I hope so. Because I think I might already be falling in love with you."

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Harry's last thought as he fell into a dreamless sleep was that today hadn't just been a good day. It had been one of the best days of his life. He couldn't wait to see what tomorrow brought.

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Soft lips caressed along his cheek and neck. A warm hand stroked his chest and long fingers raked through his unruly hair. Harry purred in delight, thoroughly enjoying his strange dream. He arched his body into the touch, like a cat after more petting. A soft chuckle. Then that warm mouth was on his chest, dropping feather-light kisses everywhere. A tongue flicked across his nipple and he sucked in a breath, shifting from the land of dreams to reality.

"Are you awake yet? I could stop if you aren't…"

"Don't stop. I am most definitely awake," Harry said breathlessly.

Another deep chuckle, and then those wonderful lips was back, inciting sparks of heat wherever they touched. Harry cracked open his eyes to see Sirius worshiping him like some idol, his reverence showing in the light; soft, but definitely arousing, kisses being rained upon him. Sirius' beautiful silky hair slid along his skin, shining in the morning light and begging to be touched.

Harry's hand threaded through his boyfriend's hair, and he hummed with the pleasure this simple morning greeting gave him. 'I could definitely get used to this.'

"Oh, Si."

Sirius looked up and smiled. He leaned back up and captured Harry's lips in a soft kiss, but pulled back just as Harry was getting into it. He propped himself up by his forearms over Harry, and just stared contentedly at his face.

"What? What is it?"

Sirius' face lit up with a slow smile. "I love that you have a nickname for me no one else has ever used. I will do the same for you, I think. And it will be just for us – what do you think, Ry?"

Harry laughed, and pulled Sirius back to him. "I think that is an excellent idea."

He kissed him long and slow, reveling in the feelings that always came with kissing Sirius. Harry had never felt this way before, and he wanted to savor every moment of it. Soon enough, though, they broke apart for air. "We should probably get up soon. We have Hogsmeade this weekend, and I need to restock my candy supplies."

Sirius got a wicked grin and said huskily, "I think Hogsmeade is going to have to wait." With that said he pulled Harry into a searing kiss that would have melted his knees if he were standing.

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A few hours later, after some heated snogging and a nice nap, Sirius awoke again to the chimes of the mantle clock ringing half-past 10 o'clock. He sighed as he rubbed sleep out of his eyes, and snuggled closer to Harry. About a minute later his brain caught up with his hearing, and he shot upright, knocking Harry to the floor with a painful sounding THUD.

"Hey!" The Boy-Who-Overslept cried in indignation.

"Get up!" Sirius shouted, "Harry, we're late for our training with McGonagall! She's going to kill us!"

Harry snorted, "More like you – only Voldemort can take me out."

"Get a move on sweetie, or she'll show you a trick or two even Voldemort doesn't know that will make you wish he were here."

Harry stuck his tongue out childishly, but got up just the same.

Harry showed Sirius to the magical doorways in the Heads Common Room that led to the all the House Common Rooms – including Gryffindor. They dashed past a surprised Seamus and Dean, heading for the boys' dormitory.

Within five minutes the two were dashing back out the portrait hole and down to the Transfiguration classroom.

Professor McGonagall was working with Ron and Hermione on the use of Transfiguration in battle tactics. She had been training them all in it for some time, and at the moment, Ron and Hermione were dueling, Hermione casting curses while Ron was only allowed to use Transfiguration to defend himself.

When Harry and Sirius came bursting into the room, Hermione cast a Stupefy that was deflected by an animated chair. The curse bounced off and struck the distracted Professor in the leg, knocking her out. All four teenagers grimaced, but luckily Hermione had the presence of mind to hastily conjure several pillows under the falling Headmistress before she hurt herself. Harry immediately revived her, and she sat up looking disoriented for a moment before glaring at the two dark haired trouble makers, whose expressions reminded her of twenty years prior, when identical faces had also accidentally Stupefied her – in that very room, now that she thought about it.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Black. We're so honored that you could join us."

Harry flinched, but Sirius immediately launched into an excuse, "We're so sorry Professor. We were all set to be here at 10, but then we were sidetracked by a group of fifth years who had, don't ask me how, managed to bring a group of gnomes into the school, and the little buggers had reeked havoc in the library. It was horrible! Ink and dirt and pages and books flying everywhere! Some mischievous third years were tossing them around the shelves – why, one nearly hit poor Harry in the head! If it weren't for my quick reflexes, the poor lad would have been hurt!

"Well, Harry and I immediately sprang into action, once we realized what was happening. I conjured a cage, and Harry summoned all the little buggers into it. What could we do but help poor dear Madam Pince straighten up the precious and sacred area that is the library, once the chaos was over? Of course, the terrible tricksters who caused the prank Obliviated her in order to avoid punishment, and Harry and I never got a good look at them."

By the time Sirius finished his story, McGonagall was staring at him incredulously, while Harry, Ron and Hermione were struggling to contain their laughter. Regardless, Sirius' expression was never any less than perfectly innocent. The Headmistress seemed to consider his story for a moment, before raising her wand and shouting, "Tarantellagra!"

Harry's instincts immediately took over. He snatched Sirius and threw him to the ground, covering him with his body and erecting a shield over them. McGonagall smirked. "Just as I thought. Not only was your tale ludicrous, Mr. Black, but also unbelievable because I know Mr. Potter's reflexes are significantly better than yours." She tapped her wand in her palm as Harry and Sirius got up. "Let's see. I think as punishment for being almost an hour late for your training, and disrupting the duel, you should stay an additional two hours after to train more." Both boys' jaws dropped. "However, I haven't heard an excuse that creative since the Marauders were in school, so I think, thirty points to Gryffindor for originality should do nicely."

There was a great deal of grumbling, but the points to Gryffindor did soften the blow somewhat. With that, the four teens got back to work.

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By the time that Sirius and Harry made it to Hogsmeade, they were thoroughly exhausted. Harry was leaning heavily on his boyfriend, while Sirius shamelessly leaned on Ron or Hermione to support he and Harry as they made their way to the village. After such a long morning, the four teens decided Butterbeers all around sounded good. They collapsed into chairs, and Harry bought the first and second round (as an apology to Ron and Hermione, who had also worked an additional hour, then waited for Harry and Sirius to finish).

After resting, slugging back Butterbeers and generally horsing around for an hour, they made their way to Honeydukes, where they ran into Remus.

"Good Afternoon Professor!" Hermione said excitedly. Despite her obvious interest in Ron, Hermione did have a bit of a crush on the DADA Professor, and was generally quite enthusiastic to see him. Ron growled lowly, and Remus bit back a chuckle. He knew that Hermione was one of several young women (and a few young men) who admired him from afar. He and Sirius had often laughed about "That Dreamy Professor Lupin" during their chats. Remus didn't know what they saw in him but to each his own. Remus had explained the exploits of a certain DADA teacher before him, who had a head full of lies and an ego to rival and surpass James' when he was at his worst.

Sirius, hearing Remus' chuckle, gave a cough that sounded suspiciously like "LOCKHART."

Harry and Ron both laughed, and the group split up to search the shop for their favorite treats. Just as Remus was paying for his box of Honeydukes Best Chocolate, Harry pulled him aside.

"Remus, can you ask McGonagall to call a meeting of the Order? I forgot to ask her earlier. There's something I need to discuss with them." Harry's gaze slid over Sirius before looking back at Remus.

"Of course Harry. We'll have it no later than tomorrow. Keep a low profile until then, okay?" Remus replied, squeezing Harry's shoulder to show he understood the danger Sirius would now be in.

"No problem, Moony. I know I tend to draw attention, but I've had over a decade's experience slipping into the background. I think I can still manage it," Harry said wryly, thinking of his life at the Dursleys.

"I know you can, cub. I'll see you later."

"Bye Rem!" Sirius called as the professor headed out the door. Remus merely waved and kept going.

Sirius slid up to Harry's side, a Sugar Quill poking out of the side of his mouth. "Everything good?"

Harry smiled. "Oh yeah. Just gotta let some mutual friends know about new developments. You know how it is."

Sirius grinned. He understood perfectly. He was excited at the idea of getting a chance to meet the Order (and perhaps becoming a member?). Harry, Ron and Hermione had told him all about the Order, and how they were working hand-in-hand to defeat Voldemort. Sirius had joined the Golden Trio in their searches for the Horcruxes, and already extracted a Wizard's Oath from Harry to bring him along when they went after the last Horcruxes, as well as the Final (even thought of with the capital F) confrontation with Moldy-Voldie.

Harry wasn't happy about putting Sirius in danger (again), but couldn't deny him once Sirius realized what Regalus had done (or tried to do) before he was killed, and said he had a score to settle (not only his best friends but his brother to avenge).

At any rate, that meeting with the Order wouldn't happen for another day or two, and now was the time for CANDY. As soon as they paid for their small mountain of sweets, Sirius began jumping up and down. "I want to go to Zonko's! I want to go to Zonko's!"

The Trio laughed at his antics, and mentally compared him to an overexcited puppy. Harry referred to him as such. "All right, Puppy. If you can find Zonko's you can go there. But if you can't, we'll go where I want to go."

What Sirius didn't know was that the Weasley Twins had in fact bought out Zonko's and created a branch of WWW. Now, while Sirius knew about the Weasley's joke shop in Diagon Alley, and had even heard stories about the twins, he was unaware of what awaited him at the site of his favorite joke shop.

They quartet rounded the corner, and were nearly blinded by the bright colors of the new sign hanging over the Hogsmeade Branch of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. As luck would have it, the stores founders and owners were in town to welcome the Hogwarts students. Sirius' eyes widened comically when he saw the brilliant (and quite gaudy) sign and display window to the joke shop. He looked at Harry in confirmation – like he needed proof he really was seeing what he thought he was seeing, before he laughed raucously and ran into the shop in ecstasy.

Harry and Ron nearly fell over laughing at the Animagus' antics, while Hermione simply tutted about immaturity, while fighting a smile herself. The three strolled into the shop to find Sirius and the twins talking rapidly about pranks and various items for sale. Sirius spotted Harry and dragged him over, where he was greeted enthusiastically by his "partners." Hermione simply shook her head in dismay – this would surely mean many more over-the-top pranks that she would have to deal with.

The boys stayed in the joke shop for nearly an hour, until Hermione dragged them out to return to Hogwarts, but not before they had nearly stripped the shelves bare (or so it seemed to the irate Head Girl). They also had several brand new products which Sirius and Harry promised to "test out" for the twins. One was an experimental aphrodisiac that would become a vapor when uncorked, and the fumes would cause everyone in a 15-meter radius to wish to snog the nearest person (based on their sexual preference) for at least a minute. The twin said they wanted to help all Wizard-kind find love. Hermione had simply scowled at the time, which gave Harry the idea of a lifetime on how he planned to test out this new product.

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