I want to thank those of you who took the time to review my last chapter: atruwriter, ebbe04, googlibear, AliasCSINYFriendsER, and haji666. You guys honestly made my week. I would like to say that it is pretty sad when 164 people read the story and only five of you reviewed… but anyway…. Thank you to those of you who did.

Secondly I would like to mention that this chapter is now BETA'D thanks to all of my wonderful betas!

Lastly – This story is listed under Sirius Hermione, and I am forewarning you that there will be another player to be named later… though said relationship isn't in this chapter… and I will warn you when it is for those of you who aren't slash fans. I ask that if you aren't a slash fan that you don't stop reading, as I have many chapters to go that aren't going to include any slash, and I still haven't put Sirius and Hermione together as of yet - don't give up on the story just cause Sirius is Sirius-Sexual…

Thank you and enjoy,

Chrys

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Sirius awoke the next day to the sound of sawing wood. Wondering what in Merlin's beard was going on; he quickly slipped a pair of tight black jeans over his boxers and padded softly down the stairs to investigate.

He opened the back door to one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen. Hermione was standing in the middle of the back yard, wearing form-fitting blue jeans that hugged every part of her perfectly, along with a low cut green tank top, her hair was piled haphazardly on her head, allowing tendrils of warm, sun-kissed, curly hair frame her beautiful face. Her arm was raised as she performed spells on different supplies that littered her lawn.

Sirius leaned against the door frame watching her and her flawless wand work as she cut long pieces of timber to specific sizes, sanded them down, and put them in around what looked like a hole in the ground. He lounged comfortably there, allowing the rare sun to touch his skin, warming his chest, adding the warm golden brown tan that he had been working on for the last few days since he had been back.

"May I inquire as to what you are doing with all of this wood at six in the morning?" he asked, watching her as the light sheen of sweat made her shimmer in the sun.

"I am building us a hot-tub… and, for the record, it's eleven o'clock in the morning." She said without missing a beat. She had known that he was there the second he stepped outside, somehow over the past week or so, she had come to be able to tell when he entered or exited a room without watching… she wasn't exactly sure why.

"Oh, a hot-tub, I like the sound of that. Need any help from a big strong man such as me?" He asked, raising one dark eyebrow.

"I do believe the invention of the levitating spell has eliminated the need for big strong men in the wizarding world." She said this as she laid the last piece of lumber into place. With a last wave of her wand her beautiful deck sealed itself together, connecting perfectly to her back porch.

Sirius ignoring the last jab at his manliness moved across the deck and looked down it what was supposed to be a hot-tub; instead it was simply a hole about six feet across and a good four feet deep. "You call this a hot-tub… if you fill this with water you'll have a beautiful deck surrounding a watering hole for the local animals."

"It's not done yet, Mr. Impatient." She retorted with a smile on her face and a hand on her hip.

"That's good; I wasn't looking forward to enjoying the relaxing jets of a hot-tub in that mud hole."

Hermione rolled her eyes and pointed her wand at the hole in question. Very quickly, fiberglass spun itself all around the hole making seats, leaving places for jets, and finishing the tub completely. "Happy now?" she asked with a smile, standing next to him and pushing into him with her shoulder.

"Not nearly as happy as I would be if it were filled with water and us." He answered, pushing back against her in reciprocation.

"Who said you get to use the tub?" she asked haughtily, giving him her most menacing stare.

"Padfoot." He answered as if he had spoken the name of god instead of his own.

"Oh, well, in that case…" she smiled and rolled her eyes moving back into the house. Sirius followed behind her. "Would you like for me to fix you some breakfast?" she asked him, moving toward the kitchen.

He grabbed her around the waist and spun her around, holding her loosely in his arms as if it were the most natural thing in the world, "How about I make you some brunch and we can enjoy it out on the new deck?"

Her eyes shown brightly with a smile that spread across her face: this smile was much different than the ones he normally received, because she was usually smiling, but you could tell when she was really happy. Her eyes lit up like a young girl on Christmas, and her entire face softened. She became the best looking girl in the world in the heartbeat it took for her to smile.

"That would be great, Sirius, I'm just going to go upstairs and clean off a bit. Call me when it's done." With that she slipped out of his arms and up the stairs leaving Sirius wondering about a lot of things. Why had he wrapped his arms around her? Did he feel something for Hermione? Was that even permitted? He laughed at that last one, as he moved over to grab things out of the fridge. Permitted… ha, when was the last time he did something by the books? Wasn't rule-breaker his middle name?

He pulled out the pan and fired the stove up; he quickly fixed an array of interesting food items, pigs in a blanket, strawberry filled crepes, sausage links, and a newly brewed kettle of tea. As he conjured up a table and chairs for them to sit on outside, he talked to himself.

"She's beautiful, smart, and funny - everything you ever liked in a woman."

"Yes, but she's half your age…"

"She seems to enjoy your company."

"You're her best friends Godfather."

"That doesn't mean jack; Harry and I are more like friends than anything."

"Doesn't change the fact that she is young enough to be your daughter."

"But she isn't my daughter; I don't even have a daughter…"

"Good point."

This last sentence was spoken as he set the last of the dishes of food out on the table. He turned to the door to tell Hermione that Brunch was ready; he found her standing in the door way, cleaned up and looking better than ever.

"What's a good point?" she asked genuinely curious.

"Huh?"

"Just now, you said 'Good Point.' So what's a good point, and why were you talking to yourself?"

"Everyone talks to themselves, if they didn't half of their problems would never be solved - do you think Dumbledore was completely silent while he figured out all the uses of dragon blood?" He said this motioning towards the table. She moved towards him and looked at the great breakfast in front of her.

She leaned over and kissed him softly on the cheek, "Thank you Pads, this looks great, I hope it tastes as good as it smells."

Without thinking Sirius said softly, "I hope you do," which was clearly not something that he was prone to saying around women he wasn't sure about yet. Luckily it seemed as if she hadn't heard his quiet omission.

"What did you say?" she asked sitting down and eyeing all of the food in front of her.

"I said… I do to," covering up as he sat opposite her at the table. She simply nodded and dug into brunch.

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"Did you have any plans tonight 'Mione?" Sirius asked as they sat on their deck watching the soft fluffy clouds slowly pass across the sky.

"None as of yet. Why? Did you have something in mind?" She filled his empty cup up with tea and dropped two cubes of sugar into it, just the way he liked it.

He gave her a small smile in thanks, "Harry mentioned this new club that's only a few blocks from the Ministry; said that it was a great place. I just thought it might be fun to go."

"Sounds like a great idea, I'd love to go." She gave him a happy smile and turned back to the back yard and her own personal sanctuary, giving Sirius the perfect opportunity to stare at her. If only he knew that at the exact same moment, Hermione was thinking about just how good-looking and funny Sirius was. She didn't have much of a problem with the age gap, mostly because she had been an adult in her mind, long before she reached the age of 17. She was much more worried about what Harry would think. Somehow since the defeat of Tom Riddle, Harry's opinion had become the only important one, the only one she asked for, and the only one she listened to.

"Think Harry would like to go?" She asked without turning her head to look at him.

Sirius' head fell slightly, "Probably."

Why does she want to invite Harry?

Maybe she doesn't like you.

Maybe…

"I'll go owl him now and ask." Hermione said standing up and walking into the house, not waiting for a response.

Sirius picked up his tea and downed it, setting it down on the tray, Dammit…

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::Ding Dong::

"Could you grab that Sirius? It'll be Harry." Hermione called down the stairs,

"Yeah, sure." He called back, jumping up and going to the door. He had decided earlier that inviting Harry along wasn't such a horrible idea. In fact it would probably make Hermione even more comfortable.

He opened to door to find his godson standing there, looking rather good if he did say so himself. At 6'2, Harry had defiantly grown up. His dark hair was still as unruly as ever, just like his fathers, his eyes shone greener every day, and dressed in a black dress shirt, finely pressed and creased black slacks; Harry James Potter looked like a delivery of perfect male sex.

"Hey." Sirius said, trying to hold back the urge to lick his lips. The man standing before him may have been his godson, but honestly, Harry looked hotter than hell right then.

"What's up Padfoot?" Harry asked stepping through the doorway and taking notice of the once over Sirius had given him. "Hermione coming down soon?"

"Very soon." Hermione said as she stepped down the last stair and moved into the hallway. Both men froze, and stared at her. Harry noticed her eyes, which had been encircled by a very shiny blue powder, enhancing the dark chocolate depths, and her hair, that she not only tamed but had also been let down, so as to frame her face in beautiful soft curls. A serious difference from her daily hair style, in which it was always back, in a ponytail. Sirius' eyes passed over her hair, her eyes, and her face, registering how beautiful she was, but quickly dropped lower to her scantly clad body. She was wearing a bright blue halter-top, one that tied behind her neck and dipped preciously low into her cleavage. It ended a good inch and a half above her belly button, that was, oddly enough, pierced, and sporting a very shiny otter dangling over her stomach. Her black jeans could have been painted on, and to Sirius it was quite believable that even an expert artist wouldn't be able to paint them on any tighter. Her feet were encased in black stiletto pumps, which gave her at least two inches, enough to bring her chin to Sirius' shoulder.

"Hermione you look…" Harry started, as his brain tried to assess the situation. This wasn't the first time he had been taken aback by her appearance. The Yule ball in fourth year had given him a whole new spin on fantasies… this outfit ousted it.

"Amazing." Sirius finished for him, completely flabbergasted that this vixen had been hiding under jeans and t-shirts for so long. Sure he had noticed how beautiful she was before, but right now, in this moment. She was the hottest, sexiest person alive.

"Thank you." Hermione said as she smiled at him, making him sure that he was going to die of heart failure any second now. Instead he watched as Hermione took a few steps towards Harry and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, before moving to him. As she leaned up to do the same to him, he inhaled her mystifying scent that was pure Hermione, and he was quite sure that he would always be able to feel the imprint of Hermione's lips against his cheek.

"You two look rather dashing yourself." Hermione took a step back to admire Sirius. Dressed in a pair of slacks that hugged his hips, and an unbuttoned black and silver dress shirt, that gave her a beautiful view of his chest, Hermione was in awe. He had pulled his hair back into a tight queue, which made him look like he was still 25.

Hermione took the leather jacket that was in her hand and slipped it on, "Are you guys ready to go?"

Harry and Sirius both nodded, taking a hold of her hands, and apperating away.

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They landed in front of the club, and to Hermione's dismay there was quite a long line, that seemed to wrap around the building. "Great, we'll be standing out here in the cold forever." She said, with the smile that had previously graced her face now long forgotten.

"One second," Harry said letting go of her hand and walking up toward the front door.

Sirius took his hand out of hers and wrapped his arm around her, "It's not that cold out here, love."

Hermione's arm went around his waist as she leaned against him, savoring the heat that was practically radiating off of his body. "How can you say that? You don't even have a jacket on, and your shirt is undone."

"Let's just say that I'm always hot."

Hermione smiled up at him and rolled her eyes, but was prevented from saying anything witty back as Harry was coming back, "Come on, lets go."

"Where?" Hermione asked obviously confused.

"And they call you the smartest witch of our time, honestly. Inside, of course. Being the "boy-who-lived" does have its advantages."

Hermione kept her arm around Sirius' waist as they went through the door, but once through, her arm fell and she stepped out of his arms, taking off her jacket as the temperature had gone up at least 30 degrees in a matter of five seconds. She shrunk her coat with her wand and slipped it into the pocket of her jeans.

"I'm gonna go get a drink," she yelled at them so that they could hear her over the music, before slipping away into the crowed into the general direction of the Bar.

Before either man could say a word otherwise four very good looking women pulled them on to the dance floor, and began moving and grinding against them in a way that neither man could walk away from.

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