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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!

“Kathy's Song.”, “In this Together.” and “Until the end of the world.” by Apoptygma Berzerk. “Venus as a boy.” by Bjork, “When doves cry” by Quindon Tarver (a prince cover...from the 1996 Romeo and Juliet)

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Sirius slumped forward against the edge of the table, head swimming with memories of last night and the new knowledge that Harry would be arriving shortly. His options were suddenly cut in half. For some reason, he had imagined this being a somewhat long-term affair, but with Harry coming, that idea seemed to disappear. Not only was Harry Sirius's godson, but he was also Ginny's first love.

“Surely he's coming to make right with Ginny...” Sirius said quietly, into the lip of his coffee mug. He'd heard of the splintered relationship that Ginny and Harry had been in during Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts. “There's really no other explanation...But, I wonder...does he know that I'm here?”

Sirius, for the first time, imagined Ginny waking up next to Harry and not himself. While he's never seen the two kiss or even exchange much more than a few words, he imagined that there was some primal passion between them. Suddenly, he was paranoid that Harry could offer Ginny something that he was incapable of giving her, whether it be emotional or physical, he didn't know.

“What am I supposed to do?” He mumbled out loud.

“Hm?” Ginny asked as she walked by, dressed but towel-drying her hair still. She had an odd look on her face, one that Sirius had trouble pin-pointing.

Sirius looked up at her, sidelong, with his head resting on his hand. He found her more beautiful today than she had been yesterday, which seemed nearly impossible to fathom. She was clean and had not a trace of makeup obscuring the fine features of her face. He could actually see the freckles on her face, which he had always found cute, that she normally hid behind a layer of powder. Her hair was wet and unruly, some hairs curled and others straight, and a very deep auburn. He suddenly saw a striking resemblance to Lily Potter in her, and he had to blink that idea away.

“Nothing...nothing at all.” He smiled up at her, almost half-heartedly. “How did you sleep, hm?”

“You know exactly how I slept.” She smirked, reaching forward and thumbing his chin. He had a fine layer of stubble coming in, dark and coarse. “You should really let that grow out...I do love a good goatee.”

Ginny tried to keep her cool as she walked back into her room, lacing the flaps closed. She wondered if Sirius had watched her every movement as she walked; in the back of her mind, she was quite sure he had and that brought a smile to her face. Ginny sat down on the edge of the bed, hand smoothing the rumpled covers idly. The room still smelled like Sirius, but now she'd brought the smell of soap and shampoo with her and that delicious scent had begun to fade. Deep in her belly, an odd feeling was growing inside of her, something more than faintly familiar that Ginny fought down. Love. In the shower, the idea had been inescapable. She'd pondered the extent of this affair, and whether or not Sirius would tolerate it being an affair at all. Perhaps he'd merely indulged some physical needs and would want very little to do with her after that day, maybe even less than he'd seemed to before. But, the softness in his voice then told her otherwise; this was something more.

Oh, Ginny, that's a bit hasty. She told herself as she ran her soft hands over her face, forcing her eyes closed. This is fun, but I don't think its quite that deep...

Ginny honestly wondered what the next few days would be like. She and Sirius had given into temptation and the dynamic there had changed entirely. The tension between them was palpable even rooms apart. She hoped Charlie hadn't noticed the change in them, although he hadn't had much opportunity. One breakfast in silence without constant bickering wasn't too big of a change but too long without a snap or two would draw attention.

She stood and smoother her shirt onto her soft stomach and tugged up her pants a bit. She finger-combed her hair into submission and took a glance in the small mirror she had on top of her bag. Fresh-faced. She thought. Perhaps no makeup today. Kneeling, she tugged socks on and laced her tan hiking boots. Today would be a rough day out in the field, with or without the constant distraction of "Snuffles".

"Alright Black," She said, feigning grouchiness for Charlie, as she emerged from her room. "I need to get a look at your stitches before I head out...where real people need me."

"Excuse me?" Sirius asked, turning around on his seat to face her. His face was drawn into such an odd expression.

"You heard me." She jerked her head towards Charlie's door, hoping he'd get the idea.

"Well, don't let me be a bother." He grumbled, playing along. "It'd probably be so much easier for you if I just up and died in your bloody living room!"

She smiled at him as he slid off his chair and walked over to the couch. He thumbed the hem of his shirt and tugged it over his head, revealing his fine torso again. She stopped herself from sighing like a teenager, but still took pleasure in the sight.

"Oh, much easier." She said slowly, clearly distracted. "Sit down and I'll get my wand."

In a moment she'd returned, medical bag and wand in tow. She paused a moment and watched him craning his neck to look at the stitching work she'd done. The wound was held tightly shut, with minimal blood around it, and the silver stitching was a sharp textural contrast to his skin.

He ran his fingers along the stitches, letting the pads of his fingers memorize the utilitarian pattern. She took a lot of care into this...He smirked to himself. She really cares...

Sirius looked up when he heard the quiet noise of her steps on the floor, smiling gently. He tried not to seem so enamored with her, but he felt like it was impossible to feel any other way. Ginny just made him feel that good. She handed him her bag, knelt at the edge of the sagging couch and looking intently at his wound.

"You're healing nicely," She mumbled. "In fact, a little better than I expected."

"You don't think all the strenuous activity I've been doing lately has affected it?" He asked with a smirk.

"Whatever you've been doing, Black, seems to be helping, not harming."

"So, in your professional opinion," He smiled in a way that threatened to make her tear his pants off. "Would you recommend that I continue with such activities?"

Ginny stared at him, lips gaping just a little bit. She couldn't believe the game he was playing at. If Charlie hears this kind of banter, he'll know for sure what Sirius and I are up to! She blinked slowly, and ran her finger along his wound, letting her long nail snag gently on the stitches. She wasn't sure why she did it, but she found herself, bent over his taut stomach, with her lips pressed against the cut. She kissed the spot gingerly.

"Yes, Black, I would say you should keep it up." Her voice was a sultry whisper.

Just a breath after Ginny got the last word out of her mouth, Sirius' hands were wrapped around the very tops of her arms. He dragged her up to him, across his body until she rested against him, nearly straddling his hips between her muscular legs. His mouth was on hers before she could gasp in surprise, kissing her fiercely. She tried to speak, but the warmth of his inviting mouth and searching tongue drowned out any word that she managed to form. There could be no protest. The thrill of potentially being caught by Charlie surged adrenaline into her veins, and all of her blood rushed to her groin.

Sirius grabbed fistfuls of the fabric of her shirt and pulled it over her head, tossing is away over the back of the couch. His fingers sought the softness of her naked flesh and was delighted to feel the absence of a bra. Her nipples pressed against his soft chest hair as he forced her closer, hands open palming the expanse of her freckled back. She broke for air, pushing on his chest with her hands, and leaning back.

"Fuck Charlie." She said breathlessly.

Ginny moved to undo the zip and button on Sirius' pants, but before she could reach them, his hands were already tugging her pants down, still fully fastened.

"Get on your hands and knees." He said, firmly. She obeyed, but was slightly reluctant.

She almost spoke a word of protest when she heard the small noise of Sirius undoing the fly of his jeans and felt the warm press of the head of his penis pressing into her.

The primal aspect of this all sent Ginny tumbling towards orgasm more quickly than she had ever experienced. Sirius wanted her so badly that he couldn't be arsed to take her pants off or his own. He thrust into her with such force that her pert breasts bounced forward with each stroke, and she could feel the pressure of his pubic bone lightly bruising her own.

"God damn..." He grunted, his breath hot and heavy. "You're so tight."

With his right hand, he grasped a handful of her butt cheek, and spread her soft mounds apart. With this motion, he was able to thrust into her even deeper, so deep that the noise of his scrotum slapping her ass was loud enough that Charlie had to hear it. He brought his hand to his mouth and licked his thumb before spreading her cheeks again and sliding his thumb into her ass. The sudden feeling of being so full brought her to a shuttering orgasm just second before he, too, came. She could feel his ejaculate pooling around her cervix briefly before beginning to drip from her, spotting the red of the couch.

After a moment with her eyes shut, letting the haze of her orgasm run its course, she looked up, expecting Charlie to be standing there aghast. She glanced over her shoulder at Sirius, who fallen back against the arm of the couch. He was panting lightly, still exposed, with his hand on his flat, sweaty stomach.

"Is Charlie deaf?" She asked, incredulously.

"Hmm?" He mumbled, not opening his eyes.

She flipped over and crossed her arms over her nude breasts. "Did he honestly not hear all that commotion?"

"What?" Sirius looked confusedly at her. "Oh, no. No...Charlie left when you got your bag. You didn't hear him say good bye to me?"

"Jesus fuck shit, Sirius!" She yelped, slapping him playfully. "I was terrified he was going to walk in on us!"

Sirius smiled broadly. "Well, I could always go get him if you'd like...I'm always up for another go."

Ginny blushed and sighed. Suddenly, Sirius was not so worried about being inadequate anymore.

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Please R&R!

I know its been *months* since I've last updated, but I will be updating more often. :)

Meagan
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