This story is currently being beta'd. I want to continue to post new chapters though as it gets done.

I would like to say that if you plan on flaming me, at least sign in and use your name, I cannot reply if I don't know who to reply to. I would also like to thank my flamer for being a complete ass about it. I know I have problems spelling, I'm not stupid, why do you think I've been asking after a beta so much lately. I would like to thank GiggleGinny, because even though she pointed out a spelling error, she did it in a kind way that didn't make me want to scream. This is what is called CONSTRUCTIVE CRITIZIM… it helps, flames do not.

JESSIE – or whatever the hell your name actually is, You pissed me off, and you pissed Draco Potter off… and no one pisses off my bunny. Grow up, learn to be constructive, and don't flame anonymously, it's stupid and cowardly.

Ok rant over. THIS CHAPTER IS NOW BETA'D! Noel-Cullen, my personal hero, is fixing the entire story starting at the beginning, and those chapters will be re-posted when she finishes them, though it may take forever and a day.

Hope you enjoy,

Chrys

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Ginny Weasly was far from the innocent Gryffindor everyone made her out to be. Just days after Harry defeated Voldemort, she had pulled him into an empty storeroom and had her wicked way with him. She enjoyed sex. You could easily say that Ginny loved sex, and to that point, loved sex, much more than she loved one Harry James Potter.

The first few weeks back to school she had fought with herself. She needed release, but didn't want to hurt Harry; after all, Harry Potter had been her personal hero since she had met him seven years ago. But damn it, a girl had needs.

Ginny had just received a letter from her boyfriend. Inside of it contained a very hot account of everything he wanted to do to her, next time she came home. Needless to say, it had Ginny quite turned-on and waiting for her friends to plan another "family dinner" so that she could pull Harry into one of the many bedrooms at his house and screw him into the mattress.

She decided that instead of sending an equally sexy letter back right this second, that she would write him tomorrow, and use her current free time to relieve her tension with the second best thing, her fingers.

Ginny was standing in the middle of her deserted room, pulling off her clothes when a knock came at the door.

"Who is it?" she answered, continuing to undo her top and throw it into her trunk.

"Connor," said a distinctively male voice from the other side.

Ginny practically ran to the door and opened it, wearing just her bra and panties. She didn't even attempt to ask how he had gotten past the trick stairs, or the password protected portrait. Instead she grabbed his hand pulling him quickly into the dormitory, with every intention of using him as her personal fuck toy… as usual.

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Hermione and Sirius had some how made it up to the master bedroom. They were currently wrapped in twisted sheets and each other, after an extremely pleasurable second round. Hermione found herself, once again, lying on top of Sirius, listening to the steady beat of his heart. It was a comforting sound. It reminded her that he was indeed alive, and that she had brought him back.

Sirius stroked his fingers slowly along her arm, thinking of what James had said before he had left. James had told him to follow his heart, and that it would lead to a choice just a few weeks away. Had this been the choice? Was this where his heart was supposed to lead him?

"Hermione?" he asked softly, hoping she wasn't asleep yet.

"Yes?" she answered, loving the way her name rolled off of his tongue.

"Do you believe in kismet?"

There was a pause for a second, and Sirius lifted his head to watch her face. Hermione thought about it for a second. She hated all sorts of "future telling" and yet… could she really not believe in kismet, when it had been a prophecy that led to Harry's adventures, and the prophecy had turned out true? Could she not believe in it when she had felt a need to bring Sirius back, and had accomplished it?

"To an extent…" she answered truthfully.

Sirius's head fell back onto the pillow and he smiled.

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(Tuesday, of the next week).

Remus Lupin walked in the door to his house with a huge smile on his face. To most, today would have been like any other Tuesday, of any other week. Lucky for him, it wasn't. Today, he had accomplished something truly amazing.

He found Tonks in the living room; their son perched on her lap, as they both read the comic section the local muggle paper. Remus' smile grew wider as he entered the room. He quickly and quietly moved in front of his family, and lifted his son up into the air, twirling him around before hugging him close.

"Daddy!" Teddy squealed as he wrapped his cute, chubby hands around his father's neck.

"Hey there, squirt… not giving your mother a hard time or anything were you?" he asked, tickling the child lightly.

Teddy just smiled and tried to wiggle away from the tickling.

Two arms wrapped themselves around his waist as his wife pressed herself against his back, smiling at her son and kissing Remus' neck lovingly, "What has you so excited?" she asked.

"As of one hour ago, the Wizenguard, ruled that Werewolves are to be treated as regular citizens, and shall have access to Wolfsbane, every full moon, at no charge to them."

Tonks' eyes lit up as she asked; "You got it passed?"

Remus placed his son into the nook of his arm, and turned around, so that he could be face to face with Tonks. "That we did. Kingsley wrote the law, Harry and I spoke, and now werewolves everywhere will be able to have a job, and ample ability to control themselves, without fear of hurting anyone, or losing their employment."

Tonks reached up and pulled Remus' head down to hers, kissing him passionately. "That is truly amazing, congratulations."

Remus' smile grew larger and he hugged his son closer to his body with one hand while pulling his wife to his other side. He honestly couldn't be happier.

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Remus had sent an owl to everyone, telling them the great news and wondering if anyone wanted to go out that weekend to celebrate.

Of course, anyone that was available rapidly agreed.

Hermione was standing in front of her wardrobe in black lace panties and a matching bra, staring at her clothing, wondering which dress she should wear. She reached inside and lifted out two dresses; one a bright blue with a halter top tie that came down to her knees, and the other a red one that dipped low in the front, and had a nearly indecent slit up the side.

"My vote is going to have to be for the red one." A voice behind her said.

"Who said you got to vote?" she answered back, still staring at the dresses.

"When I became the one that gets to strip it off of you later; that gives me the power to vote."

Hermione laughed softly and put the blue one back, "Red it is." She said as she slipped the dress over her head, and allowed Sirius to fix it, so that it fit correctly in all the right places.

"When did you become such a vixen?" he asked, looking at her in the mirror.

"When I wanted to impress a devilishly handsome man, recently back from the dead."

"Anyone I know?"

Hermione chuckled softly and took in his appearance. Midnight black button up shirt that tucked into equally dark slacks and what looked like Italian leather shoes. His hair fell freely around his much too good-looking face.

"Plan on disappearing into the night, Mr. Black?" she asked, her hand fixing a non-existent wrinkle in his collar.

"Only if you're going to disappear with me." He answered in a low, growl-like voice.

Hermione wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, devouring his mouth. Her hot body pressed against Sirius did nothing for his control, and knowing just how much the dress she was wearing reveled… well, he wasn't sure he'd make it through the night in one piece.

"Maybe you should wear the blue one." He said after breaking the kiss softly, and laying his forehead against hers.

Her hands were gripped on his powerful arms as she looked up at him. "Why?" she asked innocently.

"Because I'd be less tempted to take you into a dark corner and have my wicked way with you."

She stayed silent for a moment, and shifted her body against him, feeling his evident arousal. "Who said I wouldn't want you to?" she stepped back and gave him a look of pure lust, that would have driven a lesser man to pounce on her.

Sirius stood, quiet, still, and hard as stone. "Hurry up and get your shoes on, or we'll be late."

Hermione slid her feet into tall heals with straps and took his hand, "I am never late for anything." She answered him.

Sirius ignored her last comment and pulled her against him once more before disappearing and taking him with her.

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Harry, Remus, Tonks, Ron, and George sat at a huge table in the back of the Shakey's pub bar and club. Shakey's had once been the normal Friday night hot spot for the maueraders. It was only appropriate that they celebrate here now, after such a tremendous accomplishment.

Sirius and Hermione appeared at the front door and were quickly waved over by their crowd. Hermione took a seat between George and an empty chair, leaving room for Sirius to sit next to her.

"My lady, you look ravishing tonight. You know you don't have to dress up for me; in my eyes you would look lovely in a burlap sack." George said gallantly, kissing his way up her arm.

"Oh George, you know how much I like to dress up for you…" she winked playfully, which caused him to laugh.

Sirius signaled for the waitress to come over, and they were quickly joined by a lovely little blond, who smiled in a less than innocent manner at Sirius. "What can I do for you?" she asked, her voice silky, and loaded with sexual innuendoes. Harry almost choked on his beer, and stared at her.

"I'll have an Incredible Hulk…" he paused and looked at Hermione, silently asking what she wanted.

"A Flaming Blow Job, for me, thank you." Hermione answered looking straight at the waitress, daring her to continue to flirt with Sirius.

Sirius, Remus, and George had to keep themselves from dying of laughter, Ron and Harry were staring at Hermione in disbelief, and Tonks… well, Tonks looked right at the waitress, and said, "You know, I think I'll have one of those as well."

The waitress couldn't really say anything, and with a quick nod of her head walked away.

Ron found his voice, "A Flaming Blow Job?"

Hermione and Tonks didn't miss a beat; "You've NEVER had a Flaming Blow Job?"

Ron turned scarlet; as he was sure the entire bar had heard them. "Um… no – should I have?"

Nothing could hold the rest of the table back from laughing; even Harry had to admit Ron had walked right into that one.

When the waitress returned, she set the drinks in front of each of them, and quickly left.

Remus raised his own glass and everyone followed suit, "To Decree 664." He said and everyone nodded and took a drink.

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The group spent an hour or so talking and chatting, catching up with Ron, talking about the latest development of candies to come out of George's store, and having an all around good time.

George stood and offered his hand to Hermione, and with a devilishly handsome smile asked, "Dance with me, love?"

Hermione's hand slipped off of its place on Sirius' thigh and slipped into George's grasp, "Of course."

He led her down stairs to the club and pulled her close dancing and grinding to the music.

Sirius watched her go, and was that… jealousy, he felt? Did he honestly feel jealous over George? He almost smacked himself right there and then; he was the one that got to go home with her at night, right? She slept in his arms, not George's; he really had nothing to be jealous of… not that rational thought such as this ever stopped the emotion.

"Alright, Sirius… spill." Remus said, with an amused look on his face.

Sirius dragged his gaze away from the stairs and looked back at the occupants of the table. "Spill what?"

Harry rolled his eyes and lifted his hand, counting off as he spoke, "Hand holding, leg brushing, inside jokes, low-cut red dress…"

"Oh…that."

"Yes, that." Remus responded.

Apparently Ron had been left out of the proverbial loop, and looked around completely and utterly confused.

"Um… I guess you could say we are together…"

"For how long?" Harry asked, amused at how unsure Sirius sounded.

"Since about two hours after you left two Sunday's ago."

Harry nodded. Remus looked over at Tonks and held out his hand, "That will be five gallons."

Tonks shook her head, "Two weeks from when we came back… that means you owe me money."

"Within three days of when I called it…" He answered back.

"How about we call it even?" she asked, her eyebrow's lifting just slightly, conveying that there was something in it for him if he dropped it.

He leaned down and kissed her quickly, "Deal."

"What are you two on about?" Harry asked, looking almost as confused as Ron.

"We were betting how long it would take them…" Remus answered.

But before Sirius could open his mouth to say anything in response, Ron looked around and asked in a clearly confused and irritated state. "Who the bloody hell are you four talking about?"

"Hermione." Came a resounding answer from all of their lips.

"But… but… you can't date her, she's… she's too young for you." Ron really wasn't thinking very hard when he said this. It was much more of a startled response to something he had never dreamed would happen.

"Age isn't a factor… I know you didn't do any arithmacy classes but if you think about it, take my age, subtract all the time in Azkaban, and the three years I spent dead, and taking into consideration Hermione's mental age, you could even say that she's older than I am…"

Ron wasn't bright enough, or sober enough to argue from that point on. So instead he just nodded and stayed silent.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have a dance to cut into." Sirius said, slipping out of his chair and down to the dance floor.

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OK… so don't hate me… but I'm not a fan of the two youngest Weasley's as I'm quite sure most of you have figured out by now.

For those of you out there who have been trying to figure out who the mysterious third player is… ha ha… I'm still not going to tell you, although George would be one very hot candidate….

If you want to know how to make the drinks I mentioned, the recipes are just below.

OH! And Kismet, means destiny or fate, for those of you who weren't sure.

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Incredible Hulk

2 oz Hpnotiq® liqueur
2 oz cognac

Combine the Hpnotiq with the cognac in a highball glass over ice. Admire the transformation, and enjoy. Chill both ingredients beforehand for best results.

Flaming Blow Job

1 bottle Jack Daniels 2 gal Everclear 1 qt Chocolate milk 5 cans Whipped cream
Pour all ingredients into large punchbowl. Spray all 5 cans of whipped Cream on top of the bowl-set on fire and let burn. After the flames go out, serve in m