I am fully aware that you all hate me… and I'm very, very sorry that I made you wait this long. The past few weeks have been filled with final projects. And even when I did find the time, I had writers block… So what I did was I invented a rabbit… small blondish-white rabbit with huge green eyes, that reminds me of Harry and Draco… to which I named him Draco Potter… fitting isn't it? Anyway he decided to be my plot bunny and started hopping around like mad until I wrote down "COME WHAT MAY" and then once he made me write that story, he sat me down in front of the computer and told me to re-read over this story, and that would fix my writers block… and he was right.

So I wrote this… and I hope you like it, and I hope you won't kill me for taking so long… and Draco Potter says hello to you all and invites you to pet him after the story is over to praise him on just how intelligent he is… (petting can be done via review button)

Anyway. Here you go. CHAPTER NOW BETA'D Much thanks to all of my Betas- NOEL-CULLEN, LONNIGIRL

Chrys

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Sirius and Harry sat at a table on the side of the club drinking two identical glasses of Jack and Coke.

"So, how do you explain the bumping and grinding of all those women to Ginny? Or does she know?" Sirius asked, intrigued as to how he gets away with it.

"She knows. She doesn't mind as long as I go home alone at night." Harry answered, taking a gulp of his drink.

Sirius nodded and looked around the dance floor for any sign of Hermione. Unfortunately, the crowed was so thick that it was nearly impossible to find anyone out there.

"Harry, I…"

"Not a problem, Padfoot. I don't mind at all."

"Wait, what?" Sirius asked, completely confused.

"You were going to talk to me about Hermione… you want to know if I would have a problem with anything going on between you guys… which I don't. It's not a problem; she's a big girl."

"When did you turn into a mind reader?" Sirius shook his head.

Harry shook his head and smiled, "You're just easy to read. You've been scanning the crowd since she went to the bar. You've been nervous all night trying to figure out a way to talk to me about it, and you are wondering why she asked me to come when you so obviously wanted this to be a date between you two."

Before Sirius could respond to such an accurate and blatant summation of his actions, Hermione appeared out of no where and sat down next to Sirius, setting her Sex on the Beach down on the table.

"You guys having fun?"

Sirius smiled, threw his arm around her shoulders and leaned down to whisper into her ear, "I am now that you're here." He answered in the deep, husky, sexy voice that had never failed him before.

She giggled and smiled looking over to Harry, who in turn smiled back at her and lifted his glass to hers. She tipped her glass against his and then to Sirius' before knocking it back and finishing it off. She swallowed her drink and leaned over to Sirius.

"Come dance with me, handsome." She slid out of the booth and stood up.

Sirius slid out behind her, finishing his own drink and smiled at Harry. Hermione was already at the edge of the dance floor when he caught up with her, captured her hand, pulled her into the middle of the floor and against his chest.

Hermione didn't hesitate a second and began dancing against Sirius. She placed her hands on his shoulders, and then started them running up and down his arms, behind his neck and down his bare chest touching his tattoos with her delicate fingers as her hips ground seamlessly against his.

Sirius' hands pulled her closer as they danced within the throng of the people, grinding against each other. He spun her around and pulled her back against him, pressing her ass against his hips as they continued to dance against each other.

Harry watched from afar. Two of the people closest to him were lost from the world, and he had to admit it was good to see both of them happy again. And the way they were dancing…admittedly had to be one of the hottest things he had ever seen in his life.

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They danced for an hour, forgetting about anyone else but themselves. They were currently pressed against each other in a slow song. There was no space between the two, her head rested on his chest, with her arms hanging on to his shoulders, while his arms were wrapped completely around her waist, holding her as close as possible, his face buried in her soft hair.

"Thank you for bringing me, Sirius. I really needed this." She said, immensely enjoying the feeling of being in his arms.

Sirius smiled into her hair, "That's what I'm here for," he dropped his voice even lower, so it was a husky growl, "to give you everything you… need."

A shiver went down her spine at the word need. She lifted her head from his shoulder and stared into his eyes, trying to read what he meant.

Before either could blink, the song ended, and Harry appeared behind them. "Hey, you guys about ready to go? Its getting late."

Hermione cast a quick time charm to find that it was 3 am, and agreed. She pulled away gently from Sirius, who captured her hand, and followed her out.

Once outside, Harry turned to them, meaning to tell them good night, but before he could get a word out Hermione started talking, "Are you doing anything tomorrow?"

"Nope… I don't have to go into work so I was just going to lounge around all day." Harry answered truthfully.

Hermione shivered at the cold and again Sirius wrapped his arms around her, this time from behind, sharing his body heat.

"Why don't you stay over tonight? We can all do something together tomorrow."

Harry thought for a second, and couldn't find a reason why not to. Hermione's house had a handy charm on it, so that when someone would open a closet door, that person's closet would be in front of him or her - no matter where their closet was or who the person was. It made it easy for other people to spend the night.

"Sure… Sounds good to me!"

Hermione smiled at him then tipped her head back and looked at Sirius. In a moment the three of them were gone.

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Harry had gone to bed as soon as they got back to Hermione's house.

Hermione, on the other hand, was still wound up from the intensive dancing they had done, and decided to have some hot chocolate before going to bed.

Sirius followed Hermione into the kitchen and sat down at the bar, watching her puttering around the small room. "Would you like some Sirius?" she asked politely, her back to him as she bent over to pull the pot out of the lower cabinet.

Sirius was distracted… and who wouldn't be with Hermione in those very tight jeans bending over in front of you? "Yes… yes I would." He, of course, was referring to her, luckily she didn't notice.

Hermione set a hot cup of cocoa in front of him and took the seat on the other side of the bar with her own cup.

Sirius attempted quite hard not to stare down Hermione's shirt, as she was leaning forward and the halter top she was wearing left little to the imagination. In order to distract himself he asked Hermione a question.

"Tell me a secret." He said rather straightforwardly.

She looked up at him with a confused look on her face, "A secret?"

"Yeah… a secret, something no one knows, not even Harry."

"Why?"

He took a sip of his drink and looked her straight in the eye, "Because I want to know more about you. You know most of my sordid past, either from newspapers or from what people have told you over the years, but I've only known you for two years, and they were filled with protecting Harry… I want to know more about you."

"Fair enough," she said, bringing her cup to her lips and taking a sip. She thought for a few moments… what could she tell him? That she wanted to be a rock star growing up? Nah, every muggle wanted that while they were growing up. How about how the sorting hat wanted to put her in Ravenclaw, but she had convinced the hat otherwise after meeting someone she didn't like, that had ended up there… NO… she knew exactly what she would tell him… hoping it would work in her favor.

"I had a crush on Remus when I was 13."

Sirius choked for a second on the drink in his mouth before swallowing it, "What?"

She smiled, "I had a crush on Remus while he was teaching at Hogwarts…"

Sirius was dumbfounded… since he had talked to Harry; he had figured that the only thing holding him back was the age difference between them. Yet here she was telling him that essentially she didn't have a problem with men 15 plus years her senior.

He took a few breaths and a sip of his drink before responding. "What made you crush on him?"

Her smile grew bigger and she knew she had him hooked… Yes, she wanted Sirius; she realized this when he had walked out of the veil… the pull hadn't been from the veil, but from him, from missing him. She wanted to give a wrongfully accused man a life, he wanted to give a man that had been unhappy for the past 15 years a life again… and she had done it, for both him, and for Remus, which had been a surprise in itself.

"Well… he was older, and very intelligent. I guess I liked the fact that he had more… experience than any other boys I knew. At the same time he had a secret… and I wanted to know what it was. Of course I figured it out… and when I found out he was Moony… and he had played pranks with you and James… it just added to the depth of surprise… Not to mention the fierce loyalty, which very much a turn on." Her voice had dropped to a sexy whisper by the last few words, which of course had Sirius hanging off of every single word.

Older? Check. Smart? Check. Experience? Double check. Secrets. By the dozen. Pranks with Moony and Prongs? Duh. Loyalty? Till he was blue in the face. Every single thing she had felt for Remus, he knew he had… was she trying to tell him something?

"Do you still have a crush on Remus?" he asked, testing the waters. Hoping that her answer was no.

"Of course not! I grew out of it, and now he has a wife and child, and I couldn't be happier for him." Hermione finished her drink and stood up, putting the cup in the sink.

Sirius didn't move. He was too busy processing everything she just said.

She came back to the counter and looked at him, lifting her hand and slowly tucking a piece of hair that had fallen out of his queue back behind his ear, then slowly grazing her hand down his cheek, "I am going to turn in for the night. Thank you for everything." She stood up again and was at the door before Sirius said anything.

"Hey, Hermione?" he asked his face looking into his cup.

She turned, leaning against the door and watched him, showing herself once again just how amazingly good looking this man was. Age was a number… and because of the great number of years wizards lived, 17 or so, disregarding the years he was behind the veil, wasn't that big of a difference to her.

"Yes Padfoot?"

"Are those the things that still make you attracted to a man?" he rose his head up, daring her to tell him "yes". His eyes captured hers, and she got lost in the intensity of his stare.

She broke eye contact first, looking down slightly and then back up at him, "Mostly yes, although I will admit that I seem to like those who are darker, and more serious."

With that statement, she went upstairs.

Sirius paused for a second… darker and more serious? His face showing his obvious confusion before a sudden light bulb went off in his head, and he smacked himself… Duh. Darker and more serious… something like Sirius Black.

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Did you get the joke? I really hope you did… because I was laughing at myself when I thought it up… so I hope it made you laugh.

Anyway - read and review…Come pet Draco Potter! Tt always makes me, and him, a happier person/bunny.