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God of My Idolatry	By : megf212 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 5245 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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“God of my idolatry”   by Meg.

I don’t own Harry Potter…I simply enjoy using the characters conjured up J.K. Rowling for my
own sweet pleasure.

Pairing: Ginny Weasley /Sirius Black

A/N: I realize that this is a bit unorthodox. Bear with me...they really work well together. I
swear. This is also AU. Please pretend that somehow, Sirius did not die and being beyond the
veil was only a temporary state. By the way, the title is a throw back to Shakespeare’s Romeo
and Juliet. I mean the rating from now on! Warning: not-so-slight voyeurism.

Songs: Meh. Anything you want, I have a feeling no one reads this part of the intro anyway!

      “Apologize” by One Republic “The moment I said it” by Imogen Heap, “Crazy” by Seal,
Some random portions of the Snatch soundtrack by various artists. ^_^ Apoptygma Berzerk
(God I HATE you Caroline for making me listen to them!) And good ol’ Rob Zombie in his
various forms.



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One moment she was standing, and the next she was not. The next, her back was pressed onto
the cool, smooth wood of the breakfast table. One moment, she was blushing and trying not to
look at Sirius Black, once-infamous murderer. The next moment, she was still blushing, but her
eyes were closed. Eyes closed, mouth open, full body embrace. His rough, calloused hands
wandered her torso, palmed her soft breasts. She splayed her fingers and grasped his butt,
forcing him to grind against her thigh. She cried out when his sharp teeth caught the tender flesh
of the crook of her neck. With a quick hand he reached up and covered her open mouth.

“Shhhh....” He cooed into her ear. “You don’t want dear Charlie to come running do you?”

She shook her head as he slid down her body, fingers still covering her mouth.

“Wouldn’t want him to see this...” He posed before drawing one of her pink nipples into his
warm mouth and sucking hard.

Or so she imagined.

“Hmmmm?” Sirius reiterated, amused by her momentary silence.

“I, uh,” Ginny could barely form words. The blush on her cheeks deepened. That was one
intense fantasy! Her mind raged. “There are no towels in the bathroom.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow at her. He wondered when she would start to get embarrassed enough to
try and cover herself up, or perhaps dart off into her room. I hope its later rather than
sooner...He thought. Who ever knew little miss Weasley had such a beautiful body, mmmmm.

Sirius found himself pondering all the possible reactions she might have if he stood up, grabbed
her and kissed her full on the mouth. Some possibilities were quite lovely to think of, others,
however, were not. He shifted in his position before sitting up. His sudden movement made her
flinch slightly, eyes widening just barely.

“I see.” He smiled at her. “So, that’s why you’re naked. Hm, yes, very valid excuse.”

“What about you?” She said, getting her wits about her. “What’s your excuse, Black?”

His expression changed, darkened. He fought back a smirk that was creeping onto his handsome
features. Ginny only blinked at him as he stood up and crossed the distance between their nude
bodies. I must be imagining this! I must still be daydreaming... She thought, mind in a euphoric
panic. He towered over her, his height dwarfing her by a solid half a foot. Smiling, he reached
out and thumbed her arm.

“I have no excuse, Ginny.” He smiled in a way that threatened to melt her. “None at all.”

Nervously, she nibbled on her lower lip. When he drew his hand up her arm, up the crook of her
neck, up to cradle her jaw, the breath she was holding caught in her throat. Oh, I know I must be
imagining this. Suddenly she realized that her breasts were pressed flat against his chest and that
their hip bones were dangerously close to touching. The moisture from her skin was leaving light
streaks on his dry skin. On his scars, some faded by time and some more recent. She felt the
scratch of the stitching she’d done a few days earlier; the sensation was enough to bring her back
into reality.

“Sirius.” She mumbled, forcing herself to swallow and look over his shoulder.

“Yes?” He whispered, voice teetering on the edge of husky.

“You really shouldn’t get your stitches wet.”

His brows drew down into a mild scowl and he stepped back. He withdrew his hand from her
neck and covered his face, a small annoyed noise coming from his covered mouth. Way to ruin a
mood, Ginny. Be just like your mother...naggy. He thought.

“You confuse me, Ginny.” He said after a moment.

“And you’re not confusing me?” She mumbled just audibly.

“You’re not concerned about me being twice your age. Or, or, your ex-boyfriend’s godfather. Or
the fact that we’re standing nude in the main room and that your brother could walk in at any
second.” He scoffed. “Not even the fact that I just nearly kissed you. No, Ginny, you’re worried
that I’m going to get my stitches wet.”

“Yes, Sirius!” She blurted. “Yes, its my god damned job to worry about your stitches! I’m a
bloody medi-witch for Christ’s sake!”

She stared at him full out. The moment had gone from intense and sexually charged to angry in
the blink of an eye. Ginny felt like she was back in her bedroom, having a row with Viktor for
the millionth time. At least Sirius could speak proper English and wouldn’t finish the argument
growling and grunting in Bulgarian.

“And yes, yes! I’ve worried about all those things. All of them.” She gestured wildly at him,
half-furious half-freaked out. “But when I come out of the shower and your bloody naked on the
couch with that damn smile on your face...”She trailed off, flustered by the sudden amount of
attention he was paying her. “...I can’t focus.”

“You can’t focus?” He near-yelled. “What do I need for you to focus on me? A broomstick
jammed between my thighs and a snitch?”

Ginny’s mouth gaped for a moment in shock before drawing to a tight-lipped sneer. Her eyes
pierced into him and he knew that he’d gone too far. He’d touched on a sore note, for both Harry
and Viktor. He wished he could take it back, immediately. It hadn’t even been three months
since her divorce had been final; it was not a good subject to poke fun at just yet, maybe not
even ever if the scar tissue was deep enough.

“...Ginny...” He began, reaching forward to apologize.

“Just leave me alone, Sirius Black!” She growled, batting his hand away. “Just...just go back to
being a dog, you asshole. You’re so good at it!”

Before he could say anything else, she’d turned and gone. He watched her naked form throw
open her bedroom flaps and disappear within.

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The next few days were tense between Ginny and Sirius, and not in the positive way Sirius had
hoped for. Where there should have been sidelong glances of desire and a palpable sexual
tension hanging in the air, there was a smoldering anger and resentment. He tried multiple times
to work up the courage to tell Ginny he was sorry, but each time he neared her she either stalked
off or gave him a tongue-tying death glare.

If Ginny and Charlie were at the table when Sirius emerged in the mornings for breakfast, she
would get up and leave, regardless of how done she was. Charlie was smart enough to not ask
what had happened and the rest of the meal was spent in silence. When “Snuffles” was out in the
field with the two Weasley’s, he was completely ignored, even when his tail was singed by an
angry young dragon. And when Sirius returned to the tent midday for water, he found the door
laced tightly shut and he was forced to go all day without a drink. This had gone one for three
days before Sirius had had enough.

Ginny too had been sorry about what had gone on that night. She wasn’t sorry that he’d been on
the couch waiting for her when she got out of the shower. In fact, she’d spent many hours during
the night thinking about it, while pretending to be annoyed like she thought she should be. She
wasn’t sorry she’d let him get so close to her, if it was up to her he could have been much closer.

And while she was hurt by what he’d said about her fascination with famous seekers, she felt
she’d overreacted.

She wanted to talk to him, but every time he was alone with her she worried he might want to
continue to yell at her. Ginny remembered the days she’d spent alone with Sirius at Grimmauld
place; Sirius had quite a knack for yelling. He also had quite a knack for yelling things people
really need to hear, though they might not want to. He’d seemed to be holding something back
from her since she arrived in Romania, something she was quite sure involved her marriage to
and divorce from Viktor. He’d never much liked the Bulgarian quidditch player but had never
said anything about it because he knew Ginny had loved him.

I’ve got to apologize somehow...She thought to herself while in bed on the third night. I made
things worse for no reason. Well, I had my reasons...but, now they seem so childish. Sirius is
right, I do seem to fall for Seekers...And why in bloody hell did I stop him from kissing me? And
like THAT? Oh, lord, I’ve lost my mind! I’ve got to tell him I’m sorry...but, I don’t want to make
a big scene of it...again.

The next morning, Ginny noticed that Sirius didn’t even bother trying to approach her. She,
Charlie and Sirius ate breakfast in virtual silence before getting up to leave. As usual, Sirius
lagged behind, transforming into his canine form. As usual, the Romanian sun beat down on the
trio with unrelenting strength. And, as usual, Ginny tried to steer clear of “Snuffles”. It took
Ginny nearly all day to work up the courage to talk to Sirius. She didn’t want to make an ass of
herself again, which she was sure she would, and she didn’t want to make him more angry than
he was. Deep down, she prayed he wasn’t angry at all.

Some of the dragon trainers had begun to pack up and go home when Ginny strode over to the
large black dog. She was sweaty and dirty, with matted hair and a slight sunburn on her high
cheekbones. She was wearing rolled up sorts, a white dusty old button up of Charlie’s and old
construction boots. To Sirius, though, she looked amazing. He hesitated a moment to look at her
before deciding it was best to pad off away from her. Please, please, God, don’t let her berate
me as a DOG!

“Snuffles!” She called. “Stay!” She commanded gently.

Sirius stopped and turned, cocking his head like a confused dog would. He sat down on the
ground, mouth opened an panting. Ginny looked around to make sure no one was near enough to
hear her. If she was seen talking to a dog like that two things were possible. One, someone
would suspect that the dog was an animagus witch or wizard and report it. Two, Ginny would
look absolutely stark raving mad.

“Look, Sirius.” She began, voiced lowered so only he could hear. “I’m sorry about the other
day...”

He pricked up his ears and listening intently. It was hard for him to not respond verbally, but it
seemed to him she’d picked this moment specifically to apologize because of that exact reason.

“You were right. I don’t know what got into me. I didn’t need to react like that...you were right.”
She repeated. She lowered her voice even more. “And that kiss...you know, the one that almost
happened...I would have enjoyed it. I’m sorry I messed that up.”

There was a moment of silence and still.

“Snuffles!” Charlie called from a distance. After a few seconds, Charlie let out a long whistle.

Before Ginny could ask whether or not all was forgiven, Sirius had bounded off.

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