Yes this is repost :) - As I said in "Art of Love" I had a bit of a breakdown after some seriously bad news and pulled right away from everything. But I am now back and reposting my stories but only the ones that are either finished or currently working on.

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His soft lips seared down her throat, in long, lingering kisses, to the sensitive spot at the juncture of her shoulder and neck. He flicked out his tongue, and she moaned softly at the feel of it swirling and tasting her sweet flesh as his arms tightened around her waist…

The sound of Ginny's cry when she lost another game of Gin to Harry brought Hermione back to the present with a gasp. She looked around and noticed that she was alone on the sofa and to her relief, no one seemed to have noticed that she had been daydreaming.

She turned the page and glanced up briefly to see Sirius' lips pursed in concentration. His expression changed briefly and he took a look at his watch, gritted his teeth then forced his attention back to the board. Her eyes flicked to the long streak of grey that ran through his shoulder length black hair and she smiled as she followed it down. That was her streak. It had grown in after he'd escaped from Azkaban and after they had pulled him from the veil.

His eyes lifted to hers and he smiled when he noticed her watching him. She smiled back and then looked pointedly at his queen then at Remus' bishop. Sirius threw her a wink before making the move she had indicated and in three more moves he called out the words, "Check mate!" triumphantly.

Hermione looked back to her book and shook her head. My streak indeed. She thought to herself, a little more bitterly then she liked. In all the years that she'd known him, he'd never looked at her in any way other then friendly. Stop it! She scolded herself silently. You are not a silly sixteen year old any more.

She sighed and suddenly felt a warmth on her face. Looking up she saw Sirius gazing at her, but it was different this time, more intense, heated. A thrill of excitement shot down her spine and she couldn't help giving him a lopsided grin as he mouthed the words, "Thank you." Her heartbeat skipped and her stomach flip-flopped as she stared right back into his blue eyes.

But as fast as it had happened, it was over. Five maybe eight seconds, but it had felt much longer.

"Now come on Padfoot!" Remus cried, outraged and still surveying the chessboard. "You can't call that a fair win."

"Oh yes you can, my friend." Sirius returned, grinning like a madman. "You're king is in checkmate, therefore I win."

"Yes, but you received outside help." Remus glared across the table at him. "That's cheating."

Sirius, who seemed to have chosen to ignore his friend's accusations stood and held his arms outstretched. "I know what you want buddy and it's alright with me. Come on and sniff my sweet victory."

Hermione dropped her book as she laughed and even Harry and Ginny had stopped fighting to joined her on the sofa. But all laughter died as suddenly, with a loud *POP*, a tall dark haired man apparated into the middle of the room.

All five occupants gaped at him and stood up as he looked around, obviously confused.

Hermione had to blink twice to make sure that her imagination wasn't playing sick games with her mind. The man was…Was…Gorgeous, beautiful, a very naughty fantasy come to life and landing in the living-room. He stood at least 6ft tall and had loose, neatly cut black hair. A pair of black leather pants adorned his long muscular legs, and a white button-up shirt, and a shoe length leather coat that gave him the look of casual wealth.

Within moments his piercing blue eyes settled on her and she felt the world fall away. Her ears buzzed, her mouth fell open and that sixteen year old girl inside her began to jump up and down as his eyes travelled slowly, deliberately over her body and she shivered under his gaze. He grinned roguishly as they raised back to her face and she felt her legs turn to jelly making her grab onto Harry's arm to hold herself up.

He took a drag on his cigarette then swallowed his shot of Firewhisky. "Don't worry Sweet-thing, it's the same for everyone." He gave her a sexy wink before his eyes went distant and he fell unconscious to the floor.

The spell broken, Hermione immediately dropped to his side and rolled him over.

"Looks like we caught Fonzy" Hermione laughed and both she and Harry rolled their eyes at the other three's bewildered looks.

Ginny giggled, "Can we keep him?" Then smirked at Harry's glare.

"I think he's drunk." Harry said. "He's lucky he wasn't Splinched"

Hermione grabbed a pillow from the sofa and gently pushed it under his head. She smiled down at him, stroked a stray hair from his face and tucked it behind his ear. He looked so peaceful in his sleeping form, childlike almost and way too endearing.

"Poor guy." She said, then remembered his words and her mouth thinned. "Pity he's such an arrogant git."

It was then that she noticed that neither Sirius nor Remus had moved. Looking up at them curiously she was about to ask them what was wrong but the shocked and slightly nauseous expressions they held made her pause. She looked back down at the man, he looked familiar and even when unconscious he seemed to be able to make her head feel light. A strange feeling started in her stomach. There was something missing from him. She ran her fingers over a strand of hair to the left and realized what it was, the grey streak was missing…

Hermione jumped back and pulled her hands close as though she had been burned. "Sirius!" she gasped, looking up at Sirius and back to the unconscious man. "It's you. He's you."

Crookshanks padded slowly into the room totally unaware of the events that had just taken place. He spared the occupants of the room a quick look before settling down next to the unconscious, younger Sirius, nuzzled his head against his chest and promptly began to purr.

"Well, um, I guess that answers that question." The older Sirius half smiled at the purring cat. "If anyone would know, it would be Crooks."

Sirius looked between Hermione and his younger self. "I guess we'll let him sleep it off. Hermione could you make some of your famous hang over potion, I get the feeling he…I…he's going to need it."

Hermione's gaze wandered to Remus and was startled to see him watching her intently, his eyes glazed and unreadable. A loud yelp from him had her looking between the two older men. Sirius with his eyes wide and that, 'Who me?', expression, and Remus rubbing his sore arm.

~*~*~

"He was checking you out." Ginny sang as she smirked at the blushing Hermione.

Sirius, Remus, and Harry had decided to stick the unconscious man in Sirius' bed till he woke up and were out doing just that. Meanwhile Ginny was having way too much fun with this new piece of knowledge.

"He was not." Hermione snapped and sat at the table with her tea. She straightened her back primly. "Besides I got the distinct impression that he greets all women that way."

Ginny pouted and slumped into the chair opposite. "Well he didn't look at me like that, or give me a sexy wink."

At that moment the men joined them back in the kitchen.

"Ginny, would you mind taking that disappointed look off your face." Harry said sternly, but only half serious. Ginny threw him an innocent look and smirked.

Hermione jumped to her feet and quickly passed around tea and placed a plate of biscuits in the middle before sitting down next to Harry.

"So…um." She flicked a quick look at Sirius and flushed when she saw him looking right back at her, a strange glint in his eye. "I guess we're all agreed that he is the real Sirius, just from the past?" She looked up to see the other four nodding.

Harry spoke up, "So do you remember anything from when you were here, when you were him?"

Sirius chuckled and shook his head, "Yeah I remember coming here, but It's all so blurry, I mean it was at least 20 years ago and with my 12 year vacation in Azkaban." He shrugged and made an apologetic face. "And to be honest I was a 23 year old Auror with an ego to match and an insatiable need for booze and fun. It's a blur of cloudy faces." His eyes settled on Hermione, "Sorry."

She smiled warmly back at him and stretched out her hand, he grinned and took it. Hermione felt that delicious, tingling heat that she always received from his touch and bit her cheek to keep her expression neutral.

"It's alright Sirius, we obviously worked out how to send you back before. So we can do it again." Their eyes met briefly before she looked around the group. "Now as far as I know there are only a few time travel spells and devices and even they are pretty under wraps and in most cases forbidden. We'll have to wait till um, young Sirius wakes up so I can ask him what he remembers from just before he appeared here, to get a better idea of what I'm looking for."

"There's one more issue I think we should discuss." Remus spoke up, swallowing the last of the chocolate cookies.

"Ah yes, Moony." Sirius practically roared throwing Hermione a cheeky wink. "I do believe that you own me 3 packets of chocolate hobnobs and your left…"

"Yes!" Remus interrupted sternly, but the amused quirk of his lips and almost knowing look in his eyes when he turned to his old friend was no lost on Hermione. "Thank you Sirius, topical as always, but this is serious - don't," he said darkly to the dark headed wizard at his side, the obvious joke on his lips, which he promptly shut and smiled innocently, signalling for Remus to continue.

"As I was saying," Remus continued, "We need to decide what we tell him and what we conceal."

"Conceal everything." Sirius said and looked around at the shocked faces. "You didn't tell me anything, about the war, about James and Lily, or what happens to me for that reason. I won't deny that there were days when I was in Azkaban that I resented it, but it's for the best. I know me, back then…" he gave a chuckle and shook his head. "I will try to change things if you tell me anything."

"Terrible things happen to those who meddle with time." Hermione said, absently nibbling her lip. "Alright, well we've managed to not talk about Sirius' time in Azkaban thus far rather well, so that shouldn't be a problem, but James and Lily will be a tough one."

Harry coughed and drew the table's attention. "World cruise." he said simply. "They've gone on a second honeymoon and taken a muggle cruise, we have no idea where they are or when they'll be back, probably a few months."

Ginny nodded approvingly and rubbed her boyfriend's arm. "You've been hanging around my brothers too long." she said laughing.

~*~*~

It was much later when Hermione finished the hang-over potion and made her way upstairs to Sirius' room. She heard young Sirius' pained groan when she opened his door and lit up the room. Her heart wrenched at the sound, and she immediately dimmed the light and made her way to his side.

He sat up, eyes barely open as they settled on her and took the offered potion with a murmured, "Thanks, love." He drank without question and Hermione felt the sudden need to scold him for it, but before she could form the words she was caught in his piercing eyes and all thought was lost.

"Hey," he said, his voice still gritty, "You're that hot bird from last night." he grinned roguishly.

"No," she said darkly, taking back the mug and perching herself on the edge of the bed, very conscious of who's bed it was. "I'm the hot bird from…" His smirk made her pause and catch her words and after a deep, calming breath she continued. "I meant, I am the lady from this morning. You apparated into our living-room."

"Well that would explain the sofa and book shelf." he quipped.

Hermione closed her eyes tight and took another breath. If this man got any more irritating she was going to have to be violent and had the feeling that 'her' Sirius would have a problem with the huge scar she would leave.

"Do you know where you are?" she asked.

He looked around, confusion clouding his eyes. "You know that's a good point," he said. "After the party started dying down and that bird with the rack went home with Shamus, bloody Irish git, I apparated home."

"Well that's a shock." she returned ironically.

"I know!" he cried, totally oblivious to her sarcastic tone. "I was so on the bloody game. She was all about the Padfoot, when that bloody prat snuck in when I went to get her a drink."

"Go figure huh," she mumbled and rolled her eyes, but when she looked up at his annoyed expression, Hermione felt the sudden need to tease. "You know maybe next time, ask her name. Girls really dig guys who can remember two things at once."

"Oi!" he yelled, looking completely flabbergasted by her laughter. "It's not funny."

"You referred to her as 'The girl with the rack'." Hermione said, chortling as she took in his outraged expression. "Believe it or not, that is not a compliment."

"Thank you, madam." he sneered and sat back against the bed head, pouting. "But I do not need dating advice from you."

"No, I'm sure you don't, Mr Black." she mocked. "After all you had her eating out of your hands I'm sure…" she flicked him a cheeky smile. "At least until that charming Irish gentleman swept the lady off her feet within seconds of you being gone. How do you do it?" she tipped her head to the side, shoulders shaking as she tapped her against her chin.

He glared at her, his face turning a dark red, and for a moment looked like he was about to say something more cutting, but his eyes suddenly glinted with something new and his face returned to his usual arrogant smirk.

Without warning the wizard pounced, giving Hermione just enough time to squeak her shock as she suddenly found herself pinned, with her hands held either side of her face by his larger ones, and a way too smug looking Sirius covering her trembling body with his own hard warmth.

"I fear that you have been very rude, young lady." he murmured.

She felt his breath on her lips and with another squeak she tried ineffectually to free herself from his vice like grip. "How so?" she said, trying desperately to keep her voice level and pretend that she wasn't pinned beneath the younger version of a man she had been crushing on for the last two years.

"Well," he said silkily with a knowing smirk. "You seem to know my name and yet you have not told me yours." He tsked softly three times and Hermione had to swallow hard to maintain her composure.

She had never been particularly girly, but this wizard was making it next to impossible. He was handsome, devilishly so, and she found herself mesmerised by this younger version of Sirius. Free of lines and worry, his eyes full of life and mischief, but missing that haunted quality that she had come to associate with him. The man was beautiful in a wholly masculine way with a shadow of sharp stubble around his chin and jaw.

He was close and smelt far too good for a man who had been drunk only hours earlier. That sinful mixture of firewhiskey and tobacco should have been offensive, but as much as she told herself over and over; it was intoxicating.

"H - Hermione," she managed to croak and cleared her throat. "I'm sorry, my name - is Hermione Granger."

"Hermione," he repeated, slowly, as though he were tasting each letter. "Pretty name, but quite the mouthful."

She wished he hadn't said mouth. Her eyes flicked to his, panting slightly at the knowledge that they were the same lips as his older self, bottom lip slightly plumper then the top. She wanted to know if they felt as soft as they looked.

"I can't say I've had a problem with it." she said and forced herself to meet his eyes, refusing to look back at his mouth even when he flicked out his tongue and ran it slowly over his bottom lip.

"Oh no," he purred. "I'm sure that pretty mouth of yours is very capable." he smirked when she swallowed hard. "All the same, Mia it is."

Her heated mind quickly became indignant at his shortening of her name. "Hermione," she said firmly, eyes flashing.

"Mia," he said with equal firmness.

"Her-MI-OnE," she said more slowly, sounding it out and glaring up at his dancing eyes, unaware that while she spoke he had drawn closer, so his lips were a mere centimetre above hers.

"Mia." The word breathed against her lips leaving her just enough time to cry softly before his mouth dipped through the gap and ghosted over hers.

"Hermione," she breathed and it was the last word she could manage as he took the parting of her lips as an invitation to deepen the kiss.

And it was easy. A well practiced glide of his lips against hers, demanding yet searching as though he wanted to commit every curve of her mouth to memory. He ran his tongue over her bottom lip then entered with an exciting flick that she just had to imitate, and was rewarded by a rumbling growl that shivered through her body and down her spine.

The world seemed to fade, even when Sirius pulled back. His eyes glazed with a mixture of desire and something akin to shock, or was it wonder as he looked down at her, his chest rising and falling harshly against her own.

Their fingers interlinked where he still held her hands against the bed, but he was no longer pinning her and she was not resisting. With a lopsided grin he dipped his head and kissed her again.

In the distance she heard a muffled shout then his warmth and his lips were torn from her body. She looked up in confusion, dazed and blinking quickly as Ron Weasley's red face appeared above her.

"R - Ron?" she stammered, still confused. "When did you get back?"

"Well just in bloody time, by the looks of it!" he yelled glaring at the dark headed wizard on the floor.

Sirius sat up slowly, rubbing his sore head and groaning and grabbing at his back. "Sorry mate, didn't know the bird had a boyfriend." he held up his hand obviously expecting Ron to help him up only to be greeted by the redheads deathly glare.

"I'm still here!" Hermione suddenly raged, "And he is not my boyfriend."

"I could be if you'd stop being so bloody stubborn!" Ron raged in return while Sirius climbed to his feet and slowly headed for the door only to find it blocked.

"Stubborn!? You cheated on me." she yelled.

Both Ron and Hermione turned at the shout of "James!" and watched as Sirius flung himself into Harry's arms. "Dear Merlin James, You won't believe the night I've had…Hey what's up with your eyes?" he started but paused at the look of confusion on his friend's face. Hermione watched as Sirius looked more closely then pulled back sharply with a gasping breath. "What the fuck James? And what is with that scar?"

But before Harry could answer, Remus and Sirius burst into the room, intending to break up the fight. The younger Sirius gaped at the older one for a split second before pulling his wand, and with a yelled, "Whoa!" Hermione threw herself between them. "Wait."

"Who are you?" he growled glaring at her, his wand held stiff at his side.

"I - I told you who I am." she said calmly. "But I um, forgot to tell you where you are. I don't know how but you've travelled into the future, about twenty years or so, I think. This is your godson Harry, I'm his best friend Hermione and that really is you, but about twenty-two years older."

He looked for a second like he was about to argue, but as he looked into her eyes his expression softened and he slowly looked around the room, at Harry, Remus, and his older self and seemed to believe her, much to Hermione's surprise.

"You - you believe me?" she asked.

"'Course Mia, this seems a little in-depth to be a Death Eater plot, so it must be true." he said with a grin.

"That is completely stupid and irresponsible!" she hissed, "You are an Auror for Merlin's sake. You should be checking the facts, how do you know that this isn't some scheme to gather information of get to James or Dumbledore?"

"Alright! Sorry," he shouted back, holding his hands up in surrender.

"So you should be." Hermione returned irately, "Now ask yourself a question, something that only you would know the answer to."

"What?" he started only to raise his hands again at her dark look, "Right, um Sirius…" he coughed and cleared his throat. "What the hell have you done to my room?"

"My room." The older Sirius said, "And I cleaned it."

"Wait, wait," Harry suddenly spoke up. "Hermione, you've have been up here with Sirius…um Sirius-two for ages and you're just telling him that he's from the past now?"

Her cheeks flushed. "Well…I…"

"When I came in, that bloody pervert was holding her down and forcing her to kiss him." Ron bellowed pointing accusingly at the younger Sirius.

"Oi!" The younger Sirius yelled back.

"Ron!" Hermione yelled at the same time.

"Unlike some," Sirius sneered looking pointedly at Ron, smirking when the redhead fidgeted under his gaze. "I don't need to force my attentions on a witch, nor would I force her heated response to said attentions." He chuckled and shifted his gaze to Hermione who seemed to suddenly find the floor exceedingly interesting as he cheeks flushed furiously under his gaze. "To be honest I was starting to wonder if I'd ever get my tongue back."

Within seconds her embarrassment became rage, and with an outraged cry she directed a sharp slap to his cheek before turning on her heel and marching out, deliberately avoiding the gaze of Sirius, Remus, and Harry.

The younger Sirius rubbed his enflamed cheek, smirking at the space she had left before looking up at his older self. "I like her." he said, laughing.

Downstairs Hermione marched into the kitchen and threw open the fridge door, pulling out a slab of chocolate and taking a bite. "I hate him." she muttered and took another bite.

"Yeah, I get the feeling I should apologise." Hermione spun at the sound of the older Sirius' voice, letting out a relieved breath when she saw it was him and not the other. He smiled ruefully. "I forgot what an arrogant jackass I used to be."

"No," she said with a sheepish smile of her own. "That's not who you are anymore, I know that. It was my fault, I lost control of the situation. I'm the one who should be sorry."

"Merlin," The younger Sirius interrupted and hoisted himself to sit on the table, "Is she always this bossy?"

The older man took the slab of chocolate from Hermione and took a bite. "Pretty much, yeah." he said and chuckled when Hermione snatched it back.

The older Sirius hoisted himself onto the table next to the younger and grinned at Hermione. She had to bite the inside of her cheek for the hundredth time to keep her expression blank as she took in the view of older and younger Sirius sitting side by side. The younger's lips curled into a slow sensual smirk, while the other rolled his eyes and shrugged, smiling sheepishly. They were the same man, yet so different.

This was going to be a long week…