Don't hate me please… even though this one hasn't been updated in a while… I did give you guys a completely new story, and finished it for you… I do not accept thrown vegetables as reviews… so don't even try.

Chapter is currently Un-Beta'd

If you haven't done so already, check out "The Sickness" it's a lovely little 3 chaptered story of Hermione and Draco.

Also there is a poll on my profile about who you would bring back if you could… go ahead and choose two people to bring back and make your selection. (Has no bearing on me brining back characters, I just want to see who other people would bring back)

Lots of Love,

Chrys

SBHG?SBHG?

A month passed in peace. Sirius and Harry were partnered together, and had taken on and solved many cases. Hermione had spent a week with Flourish, learning the ropes of the bookstore. At the end of the week, he signed over the shop, she handed over the money, and she was the proud owner of "Bookworms' Paradise." She had changed the store around a little, using expanding charms, to make the rooms bigger, and brought in a coffee bar, as well as places to sit and read.

Hermione and Sirius' relationship didn't suffer at all. They would usually find a time to go to lunch, along with George and Harry. They worked hard to get off work on time, in order to beat the other one home, and they both always took Wednesdays off.

It seemed as if they had found a perfect harmony in their lives. George was looking better every day, getting to eat lunch with friends every day, as opposed to sitting in the back room of the shop, remembering everything Fred and him had done. Harry loved how things turned out. He got to spend every day with Sirius, who in his opinion was one of the greatest friends, and the funniest person around, and sit down at lunch with Hermione and George most days. Hermione got her bookshop, two great friends and a boyfriend to spend time with. And Sirius got the second best family he had ever had, taking into account his years with Remus and James (conveniently forgetting Wormtail ever existed).

HGSB?HGSB?HGSB?-SGSB?HGSB?

It was Saturday, November 21st, and a Hogsmead weekend. Harry had asked for the day off, and due to his pull and the fact that they had solved every case that had come to them over the last month, McGaven had given him and Sirius the day off. Hermione had closed the store that day, and her and Sirius were spending it at home, relaxing in the back yard, and doing other couple things.

Harry had a reason to take this particular Saturday off, for it was his and Ginny's 3-month anniversary, of the first time they had sex. It seemed like a trivial date, but it meant something to Harry, and luckily it landed on a Hogsmead weekend. He had planned the whole thing out, going up to the Shrieking Shack on the Wednesday before and cleaning it up, making the inside a perfect sanctuary. A big fluffy bed, a working bath, charmed rose petals littered the floor, a great place to celebrate. Ginny wouldn't know what hit her.

Harry popped over to the shack, that morning, making sure that the door was unlocked, and placing a concealing charm that ran the length of the fence that surrounded the shack, so that anyone else, would only see the shack and not the two people going into it. He also raised a silencing charm, just in case.

Harry looked down at his watch and figured Ginny should probably be in Hogsmead by now. Harry pulled small velvet black box out of his pocket, and opened it, checking to make sure its contents were still there. He smiled, closed the box, put it firmly back into his pocket and left. He closed the door behind him and walked towards the small town. Many people noticed him, Luna said hello as she passed by him on her way to Hogshead, Dennis Creavy waved and smiled, but he couldn't find Ginny anywhere. Ginny always came down on Hogsmead weekends, hadn't missed one since the end of the war.

Harry turned once he made it to the end of the street, and figured he would make another pass down the cobblestone road before owling Ginny with a question of where she was. He was walking past the alley on the far side of the Three Broomsticks when he heard an unmistakable voice.

"Connor… not out here, anyone could see us."

"Who cares let them watch," A male's voice this time that Harry had never heard before.

"They could tell Harry… Please Connor… Ohh… that feels good."

Harry turned the corner and looked down the alley to find Ginny, pressed up against a wall, her skirt up around her waist, and her panties pulled to the side. The boy, Connor… had three fingers buried inside of her and was kissing her neck.

Harry was frozen. Ginny, the girl of his dreams, the girl that had been pinning after him since she was 10 years old, who used to not even be able to say three words in front of him before turning around and running away, was cheating on him.

"Fuck, I'm so close Connor… Please…" her voice was high and whinny, her eyes closed and her head tipped back, she was rocking her hips against his hand, and seemed to be enjoying herself.

"Then say it love… Tell me."

"Fuck… I don't love him. Please Connor."

Connor pulled his fingers almost completely out of Ginny, "You don't love who?"

Her eyes opened, and stared Connor directly in the eye, "Harry, I don't love Harry. Fuck… please let me cum…"

The boy shoved his fingers deep inside of Ginny, and pinched her clit with the other hand, sending her over the edge of insanity in a man's arms that were clearly not her boyfriends.

When she could Ginny stood up, fixed her clothing and pulled Connor in for a kiss, "Come on, I bet the Three Broomsticks has a few open rooms where I can… return the favor."

The boy grinned down at her, and they turned to move back up the alley and towards the front door. Due to Harry's sudden inability to move, he stood directly in their path.

Connor noticed him first, and there had to be some form of charm on this alley as he too suddenly stood stock still, holding his breath. Ginny looked up at him to find what was wrong and then followed his line of sight directly into the Avada Kedevra green eyes of the Boy-Who- Defeated.

"Harry." She gasped, her face reminiscent of when she first saw him at Kings Cross Station, when he had been 11. Complete and total terror engulfed her face and the air was pulled from her lungs.

"Do you know what today is Ginny?" Harry asked. He wasn't menacing… yet. It was a simple question, spoken in a simple flat tone, that did nothing to revel how betrayed he felt at that moment.

"… Saturday… the 21st?" she said in hushed tones, wondering what unforgivable curse he would use.

"Do you remember what happened three months ago today?"

Ginny stood for a second and then a light bulb flashed, "Fuck."

Harry nodded his head, "Fuck, is right."

Ginny was franticly searching her mind for where she had put her wand… it was in her leg holster, far enough down that should she go for it, Harry would beat her to it. She realized Connors was in the pocket on the other side of her. Neither wand would do them any good.

"I seem to remember saying that if I found another guy had touched you that I would hex his balls off and permanently stick them to the front of the Hogwarts Express." Connor's legs visibly shifted to cover himself, "But enlighten of your recent proclamation of your lack of caring for me, I think I will simply tell you to never come near me again. If I'm at your parent's house, leave. Family dinners at my or Hermione's place, no longer include you. You mean nothing to me Ginny, you are lower than dirt."

Ginny had braced herself for a stunner, a bat-bogey, even a Crucio… but it never came. Harry said his piece, turned around and left.

"Well… that went well." Connor said beside her.

He got smacked in the stomach, before Ginny fled, crying her eyes out as she ran towards Hogwarts.

HGSB?HGSB?HGSB?

Sirius was lying on the grass, Hermione's head resting on his stomach as his fingers brushed through her hair. He had woken her up this morning with an orgasm, and proceeded to bring her to that point three more times before they left the bed. He had made her breakfast, strawberry covered pancakes, and had fed them to her himself. Afterwards he had put her on the table and played hide and go seek with the left over strawberries, hiding them inside of her, and finding them with his tongue. She had returned the favor when she cleaned off his cock of all the syrup she had "accidentally" spilled on him.

They were resting now, talking, relaxing, soaking up the sun, that hadn't shown its face for days.

"What about kids?" Sirius asked, picking up a curl from his stomach and holding it up to the light before letting it drop back down.

"One day. I'm not in a hurry, but I wouldn't mind a few kids running around the house. What about you?" She was drawing lazy patterns with her nail on the hand that wasn't occupied with her hair.

"I don't know… I never really thought about it till just recently. Before I was either in the middle of a war, in prison, in hiding, or dead… but I think I'd like to a have a few. Raise them all to be marauders, and trouble makers, and give Hogwarts the mischief that it needs to survive."

Hermione laughed softly and was about to reply when Harry appeared just ten feet away. He stood there for a second, looked directly at the two of them and collapsed to his knees. His arms wrapped around his stomach and he pressed his head against the cool grass. "I think I'm going to be sick."

Hermione jumped up and ran to him, sliding down to the ground and wrapped her arms around him from the side, "Harry? Harry are you hurt? What's wrong?"

Sirius was on his other side, his hand on his godson's back, "Harry?"

Harry grabbed Hermione's hand and placed it on his forehead, covering the faint scar that still lingered. It was his way of telling her to look into his memories and find out what was wrong. It had been a tactic they had used during the war when they weren't able to speak. Usually one of them would grab the others hands, put it on their forehead, and explain a strategy, through their mind. Hermione thought the spell in her head and was quickly reliving the last half an hour.

When Hermione resurfaced, just a few seconds later, she had tears in her eyes. She pulled Harry to her, and held him. He wasn't crying… but his breathing was off and he looked as if he was going to throw up at any moment.

"I was going to ask her to marry me." His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he lost consciousness.

HGSB?HGSB?-HGSB?HGSB?

Harry spent the night at Hermione's house. Harry slept in the middle of the bed, Hermione was behind him, curled around his back, and Sirius had slept in the chair. The next morning Harry had gotten up, and acted as if nothing happened. He got dressed, went down stairs grabbed a bite to eat, and waited for Sirius to get ready to go to work.

Sirius attempted to tell Harry that it was perfectly fine if he needed another day off. Harry waved off his offer, and told him to hurry up, or else they would be late.

Sirius nodded and ran up the stairs, changing his clothes, muttering a quick shower charm, and went into the bedroom that Hermione was still asleep in.

"Wake up, Love. Store opens in an hour you better get a move on." He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek.

Hermione woke up and looked around, "Where's Harry?"

"Currently downstairs waiting for me so we can go to work," at her sound of protest, he threw up his hands, "Don't blame me, he's the one that wants to go."

She nodded and got up, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissed him soundly on the lips. "Bring him back home when your shift's over k?"

He nodded, and disappeared downstairs, she heard the floo kick in, and knew they were gone.

Hermione felt… angry. How the fuck did you cheat on a guy as sweet as Harry Potter?

She grabbed a shower, got dressed, flooed over to the store in order to open it, and then sent a very lovely letter to Molly Weasley, letting her know, before the Newspapers got wind, just what had transpired the day before… leaving out the details about the sex and Harry's proposal.

Just as she attached her letter to Midnight, the owl that Sirius had bought her, and sent the beautiful black and silver bird out, a less conspicuous, barn owl arrived carrying her morning paper. Luck was not on her side today.

Cheater, Cheater, Pumpkin Juice Drinker, had the Boy-Who-Lived, and couldn't keep him.

By: Lonnie Silver

Ginny Weasley, youngest of 7, and only female, child of Authur and Molly Weasley, was caught in a indecent position yesterday with a young Ravenclaw, by her now ex-boyfriend, the Boy-Who-Lived, Mr. Harry Potter. Ginny, who's older brother Ronald, is a close friend of Mr. Potter, has been reportedly, been sneaking around with aforementioned Ravenclaw, Mr. Connor Gregory, since the beginning of term. "Connor tried to hide it, but was never very stealth like. Leaving the common room just minutes before curfew, and not returning till the next morning, with hickeys and bite marks, and a stupid smirk on his face. We just didn't know who he was with up until now," said Raymond Troy, a 6th year Ravenclaw.

The Weasley family is most known for their relationship to the Boy-Who-Lived, through their second youngest, Ronald. Ronald, Harry and their friend Hermione Granger, were in a huge way responsible for the down fall of You-Know-Who…

The article went on to detail her, Ron and Harry's dealings with Voldemort through out their seven years, and even mentioned Sirius Black, commenting that the author had seen Hermione and Sirius, out quite a bit and speculated that they were getting quite "sirius." It came back around at the end, which after skimming down she started reading again.

After finding Ms. Weasley, and Mr. Gregory in the alley behind the Three Broomsticks, It has been reported that Mr. Potter, while very calm, told Ms. Weasley, to never come near him again. Surprisingly to most, no wands were drawn nor curses said, and Mr. Potter calmly left the couple and disapperated away. Ms. Weasley was seen running from the alley, in the direction of Hogwarts, crying. It seems, my dear readers that our "savior" is now back on the market, I know the rest of us wouldn't throw away a chance to be with him.

Hermione shook her head… Silver was a much nicer woman than Rita Skeeter had ever been… but she had also been attempting to get into Harry's pants, since she started at the Daily Profit. Hermione just hoped that Molly read her letter first, before the paper...

SBHGSBHGSBHG -?

So… he knows now. The story is moving now… and I mean that seriously…. Or do I mean that Siriusly? Who knows?

Anyway, we are soon to find out who is our third in this Sirius Hermione Relationship… Will it be Harry? Will it be George? Could I possibly be pointing you all in that direction and then bring in a Random character that I just made up and make it him? Yes, yes I could. I am the writer, I can do that… I have the technology.

(if you recognize the allusion to a movie that I just dropped, and to an actor, that happened to also be in a Harry Potter movie or two, please drop me a line, let me know you got it… just so I know I'm not completely crazy.

Thanks

Chrys

P.S. Pet Draco Potter… he's feeling neglected.