A/N: Sorry it's been a week with this chapter. I had a request for a little smut, and decided to re-write it to include fan requests. I do listen to reviews, people! So pretty please, leave one!

And Stalker of Stories- if you're reading this I've mentioned your name in this chapter, but didn't write you in quite yet. Next one, or the one after. For those who don't know, SOS took me up when I made mention on HPFC that I'd read a Dudley/George fic if someone was daring enough to write one, and I promised anyone who wrote a decent one would be written into the story of their choice. She'll now be playing the Muggle Ron has a date with.

No quotes this time. I got lazy, and wanted to update.

He tiptoed past the portrait of his mother, still shocked she wasn't screaming and doing his best not to give her a reason to start, and took the stairs down to the kitchen two at a time.

"Everything okay, love?" he asked, seeing Hermione chopping vegetables a little more vigorously than she needed. The carrots were a fine mince.

"Stupid prat," she fumed, reaching for an onion.

"You're not talking about me, are you?"

"Oh, no," she said, waving her wand and setting the knife cutting for her. "Ron. He's just..."

"Being a stupid prat?" he offered.

A smile flashed across her face.

"What did he say?"

She shook her head. "He was just being an arse."

He crossed the room and took her in his arms. "You know, I'm not just good in the sack. You can talk to me."

She chuckled. "He told me you were going to hurt me."

"Hurt you? Why would I do something stupid like that?"

"He says that you're going to get bored, and I'm going to come home one day to find you with some other woman on her back underneath you."

"I assure you," he hissed, backing her up against the table, "that there is only one woman I want on her back underneath me."

"Sirius!" she yelped as he nipped her neck. "Harry's upstairs."

"That's what silencing charms are for," he flicked his wand.

"He's going to get suspicious," she moaned as he sucked lightly on her earlobe.

"Locking charms," he flicked his wand again, then tossed it across the room.

She could think of a dozen ways Harry could get past that, but as Sirius lifted her onto the table and positioned himself between her legs she forgot every one. He kissed her urgently, his lips pressing hard into hers, his tongue commanding control of her mouth. He undid her jeans with one hand and slipped his hand into her panties. She gasped into his mouth as his fingers started stroking her folds. Her hips started moving of their own accord, pressing hard into his hand.

"Eager, are we?" he breathed onto her neck, giving her goose bumps.

"Oh, Gods, yes! I need you Sirius!" she begged.

He chuckled as he pulled her shirt over her head. His lips attacked every inch of her exposed skin as he slipped a finger, then a second inside her.

"You're so wet," he groaned, fingers playing against her spot.

She whimpered, "More, Sirius, please."

"If you really can't wait," he smirked.

Her wand was in her hand, and she vanished her pants and panties. She aimed it at her bra, but he took the wand from her and tossed it across the room.

"Leave it," her ordered. "It's fucking sexy."

"Take me," she begged as his fingers never stopped pressing into her.

He responded by pushing his own pants off, leaving his shirt in her haste. He lifted her legs. "Fucking sexy," he repeated, running his soaked fingers over the stilettos she was still wearing. He hooked her knees over his shoulders, then bent over her, lifting her hips off the table. He entered her, and she gave a loud moan at the new angle and how deep it allowed him to penetrate her.

"So tight, aren't you, witch?" he growled as he started thrusting roughly into her. As much as he wanted to make love to her, to take it slowly, they did have a guest and if there was ever a time for a quickie, this was it.

"Harder, Sirius!" she moaned, clawing at his back as he complied. Beads of sweat popped up on his forehead as he concentrated on the woman writhing beneath him, arcing her back into him, moaning his name like some spell. Her breathing became more rapid, her center tightened around him and with a load groan she orgasmed. He continued to thrust into her, feeling his own climax approaching, and as he whispered her name he spilled himself into her.

"Feel better?" he smirked as his lips tenderly met hers.

She smiled and pulled him down for a more passionate kiss.

There was a pounding on the door. "Sirius? Hermione? Is everything alright?"

"Shit!" she groaned, pushing him off her and conjuring her pants back from thin air. They both got dressed in a hurry, Sirius still buttoning his pants as Hermione unlocked the door and opened it.

"Ugh," Harry groaned, rolling his eyes and scrunching his face. "It smells like sex in here. Can you guys really not go for a couple hours?"

"Sorry, mate," Sirius beamed, placing an arm around a blushing Hermione as she turned to finish the stew. "Caught up in the moment and all that."

"Don't want to hear it," Harry held up a hand. "That better be the best damn stew I've ever tasted."


Ron Apparated from Grimmauld Place to the Burrow, and burst in the back door as loud as a hippogriff.

Ginny was still at the table, eating a sandwich and looking over the Daily Prophet. "Cannons lost again?" she asked.

"Hermione's fucking Sirius!" he blurted out.

"She's what now?" her mouth was wide open in shock.

"They went on vacation together, and they started sleeping together," he huffed, sitting across the table from her and grabbing an apple out of the basket Mrs. Weasley always kept stocked.

"Are they dating, or just having sex?" she folded the paper and looking at him in interest.

"Dating, it sounds like."

"That's great!" Ginny smiled. "They'll be so good together!"

"What?"

"Don't you see, Ron? They're different enough that they could really make it work. She's calm, collected, analytical, and composed enough to be the rational side of the relationship. He's spontaneous, emotional, rough around the edges, and loud and would be the unconstrained side. They sound like opposites, but I think in this case it would work so well. I think they're both romantic enough that they'd be able to work though those differences. Oh, this is so exciting!"

"You think it's a good thing Hermione's already jumped into bed with him?" Ron asked in horror.

"It is a bit sudden. I don't think 'Mione has ever done it before," she nodded in thought. "But can you think of a couple who better know the value of life and living for the moment, can you?"

"I guess not," he grumbled, feeling foolish.

"Oh, this will be fun. Maybe we can do a triple date with me and Harry, you and your Muggle..."

"Kia!" he snapped.

"Kia, sorry, and them. Wouldn't..."

"Who is 'them'?" Molly entered the room carrying a large basket of laundry. "Did Hermione find someone?"

"Er," Ron and Ginny replied in unison, exchanging glances.

"They're hiding something," George announced, following his mother.

"What are you doing here?" Ron asked in surprise.

"I wanted to see your darling mug, dear brother," he rolled his eyes. "That and Mum wanted me to sort through the stuff in my old room and get rid of some of my old junk. It's Sunday, the shop's closed, and it's as good a day as any to finally do it."

"I've only been asking him for a year. But that's neither here or there, I think he may be right. What are you hiding? Is Hermione seeing someone?"

Ron shot a murderous look at George. "Yeah," he muttered, keeping it simple.

"Oh, that's wonderful!" she smiled, waving her wand, causing the clothes to fold by themselves as she started sorting socks. "Who is he? Do we know him?"

Ginny snorted. "We certainly do know him," she muttered under her breath.

Molly looked at her daughter in surprise. "Don't tell me she's dating Charlie behind my back," she said, eyes widening.

"Oh, no, it's not Charlie," Ginny shook her head enthusiastically.

"Well, good. He's too 'out there' for a nice girl like her. Percy seems more her type."

"Please tell me she's not dating Percy," George asked, looking horrified at the thought.

"No!" Ron said firmly.

"Good. I'd have to go steal her for her own well being and sanity if she was," George smiled.

"Have to?" Molly raised an eyebrow at him.

"Hermione's hot, and much too smart for Percy the Prat..."

"George," she hissed, looking dangerous. George immediately stopped talking. "Ron, dear, who is it? Is it that Seamus from your year?"

"No," Ron said softly.

"I don't have all day for Mum to play twenty questions," George sighed. "Just out with the name so I can go congratulate him."

"Maybe we should let them go out a little longer, just to see how it goes," Ginny said hopefully.

George gasped, a theatrical look of horror across his face. "It's a Slytherin, isn't it?"

Ginny and Ron shook their heads simultaneously.

Molly had stopped sorting as was giving stern looks at her two youngest. "I want a name," she commanded, and they cowered slightly, speechless. "Now!" she barked.

"Sirius!" Ron said quickly.

"Sirius Black?" she roared, eyes wide.

Ginny nodded slowly.

"Of all the low, snake-like, immature..." Molly muttered, standing quickly enough to knock over the laundry basket and rushing for the door.

"They're at Grimmauld Place?" George looked at Ron once Molly was in the backyard.

He nodded back, unable to speak.

"I'm going to watch the fireworks. Sirius is in for it. This is going to be epic. And to think I almost didn't come today thinking that being at home would be boring!"