They had been driving for what seemed like forever. Mad-Eye had thought it to be a safer mean of transportation than apparation or brooms. A week ago, it had seemed to be a great plan, and everyone had been enthusiastic. But today, after spending six hours cooped up in a car, the members of the Order were a grumbling, complaining, and sulking group of people. Moody had accumulated three Ministry cars, and had split everyone into groups. In the first car: Tonks, Ginny, Fred, Ron, Fleur, and Molly. In the second: Moody, Arthur, Bill Weasley, and George. And trailing behind in the third car were: Sirius, Remus, Harry, Kingsly, and Hermione.

Hermione had been irritated, nay, royally pissed off, to find out that she had to embark upon a nine hour road trip in a car full of men. She had practically begged Moody to place her in a car with Ginny and Tonks, so tht she could at least have some decent feminine company. The stubborn auror turned every one of her requests down, going into a large rant about her protection and her importance to the Order. The meeting had ended in Hermione leaving the room angrily, 'accidentally' breaking one of Sirius' mother's antique vases on her way out.

And now, she was here, placed in between Harry and Remus, with Sirius sitting facing her, and Kingsly driving. It wouldn't have been that bad, except for the fact that no one had thought to bring along anything to do. Harry had suggested a game of 'I Spy', but was instantly quieted by a chorus of firm no's accompanied by some eye-rolling. Curiously, Hermione had reached under the seat, and pulled out a travel bingo set. The guys were willing to give the child-ish game a try, considering that it was the only thing to do anyways. For half an hour, they had all played an exceptionally boring game of bingo, until Sirius had reached up front and practically pounded the car's radio button in frustration.

Which, again, wouldnt have been so terrible, if Sirius would have stopped changing radio stations every ten seconds. No one could agree on a song to listen to, until Hermione had ended the argument by choosing a Muggle station. Harry looked quite eager to introduce his godfather to his favorite Muggle songs, and had second-ed her motion. Reluctantly Sirius gave in, and had retracted his arm from the radio buttons.

Sirius and Remus watched, amused, as Harry and Hermione sang loudly to the songs that they knew, and danced to the ones that they didn't. Even the normally quiet Kingsly was laughing loudly at the two young friends. Harry had executed a pretty epic air-guitar solo, when Hermione's utter embarrassment began.

Ohhhh. Comin' out your mouth with your 'blah blah blah'. Zip your lips like a padlock, and meet me in the back with your jack at the juke-box. I dont really care where you live at. Just turn around boy let me hit that. Dont be a little bitch with your chit chat, just show me where your dick's at.

Hermione blushed red. Sirius laughed. Harry sang along. Remus raised his eyebrow's. And Kingsly blushed. Harry looked at Hermione.

"Come, on, 'Mione, you have to know that song."

"I-I do." she whispered, her face scarlet. Sirius snorted. Hermione looked at him boldly. "I do. I have the album at home." Sirius chuckled in surprise, and smirked smugly at her.

"So, our little Gryffindor Princess has a secret love for dirty music? It's always the smart ones." he teased, folding his hands innocently on his lap. Hermione scowled at him, and the song faded out. Just then, they hit a stop light, and the car came to a screeching halt as Kingsly slammed the brakes, jerking them all forward. As Kingsly apologised, the group readjusted themselves.

"Oh, 'Mione, your bag tipped." Harry said, nodding at the floor where Hermione's purse had fallen open, and her belongings were strewn across the floor of the car. Hermione grumbled, and began to pick up her things, with Harry's help. But she gasped, as Sirius reached down and plucked a book that had slid from her purse to under his seat. Hermione grimaced as an evil grin slid across his face while he read the cover of the novel.

"Spurs And Leather? Quote, 'A steamy read for the steamiest reader. Sexy, sweaty, and sophisticated.' Well, Hermione, I sure am learning a lot about you today." Sirius said, holding back a peal of laughter as Hermione angrily snatched the book from his hands. Remus, cleared his throat, obviously wanting to laugh as well.

To top it all, they decided to stop to take a restroom break. As everyone got out of the cars, Hermione had hopped out of the car after Remus, and began to stretch, thankful for the fresh air. She bent down to touch her toes, she heard Sirius gulp behind her. She spun around, and scowled at him.

"What?" she snapped. Sirius took a deep breath.

"You-you're wearing...a thong." he spluttered. Hermione felt a deep flush creeping up her neck, as she remembered hastily putting on a lacy black thong on that morning.

"Plenty of people wear them, Black." she spat, storming back to the car. She had sulked in the back seat until everyone else had gotten back in, trying to ignore the looks of smugness, curiosity, knowing-ness, and desire coming from a certain Sirius Black. After a few more uneventful hours, Kingsly had decided to stop for some dinner. He pulled into a Muggle cafe, and everyone piled out of the car, eager for food. Hermione shivered in the night air.

"Kingsly, it's a bit chilly. I need to get my jacket from the trunk." she said, nodding back towards the car. Kingsly popped the trunk, and Hermione tried to pull her over-night bag out from under Harry's, but with no avail. She beckoned Sirius over to help. With their combined strength, they managed to dislodge the duffel bag. Sirius lifted the bag up so that she could retrieve her coat. Unfortunately, Sirius' sleeve accidentally got snagged on the front zipper of her bag, and out tumbled her handy dandy vibrator. Hermione hastily picked it up, and tossed it back into it's pocket. But Sirius had already seen it.

"Well, honestly, I had no idea what a horny little girl you are, Hermione, pet." he growled. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"I am not a horny little girl, Sirius. I am a perfectly normal adult." she corrected. Sirius chuckled.

"That may be, but I always took you as more of the innocently prude-ish, virginal, blushing bride type of girl." he commented, slamming the trunk, and walking with her back to the restaurant. Hermione snorted.

"I most certainly am not any of those things, especally innocent or virginal." she said, laughing lightly. Sirius thought for a moment.

"You're not?"

"Not at all. Lost my virginity a long time ago. And innocent?" Hermione paused to laugh. "I'm very dirty in the bedroom, as well as experienced."

"Oh, is that right? Just how dirty are you, princess?" Sirius asked, his eyes growing suddenly dark and his voice getting deeper. Hermione stepped in front of him, and grinned coquetteishly at him.

"Well, Black, that's for me to know and you to find out." she said. She winked at him, before walking into the restaurant, and leaving him standing like a statue with an expression of shock on his face, and a very annoying tightness in his pants.

This is an idea that came to me a while back on a car trip. Haha.

It's completely random, but I personally love it.

So, read and review!

KAY:)