I do not own Harry Potter what so ever. In fact, I really don't like him. Lol. But I do like Ginny and Draco pairings. This is one of those fics. Just you wait, chicas! There will be lots of fluffiness between them. I promise! Stay tuned!

Not long after Sirius died, Ginny felt a sense of emptiness inside. Her and Sirius were close for a while. They talked about anything and everything that they either knew or wanted or dreamed of. As bad as it sounded, Sirius told her more than he ever did with Harry. So, when he died, Ginny was crushed and lost. For days she cried over him. No one understood why or how to comfort her. Only Sirius could.

Harry had also taken it badly. He grew cold and distant from everyone for a long time. When anyone talked to him, he'd either snap at them or just ignore them and walk away in a huff. Sirius had been like a father to him, the only family that was left. Then one day, he showed up at Ginny's bedroom door.

The pain showed in his eyes when Ginny, teary eyed, opened the door to greet him. Numbly, he asked for her comfort, to help him. Ginny, despite Sirius's death, smiled at him. Her wish for Harry to notice her had come true even though this was not how she pictured it. Nonetheless, she let him in and shut the door behind them.

Flashback

"A-Are you ok, Harry?" asked Ginny, as she shut the door before turning to face him.

Harry had wandered over to her bed and sat down, dejectedly. He put his face in his hands and soon his shoulders began to shake. No words came out of his mouth to answer Ginny's question. So, Ginny went over to him, craving comfort herself. She put her arm around him and nestled against him.

"It's ok, Harry. I miss him too," replied Ginny, feeling tears to come to her own eyes.

"He was the only family I had left!" Harry cried. He picked up his head to look at her more clearly.

Ginny nodded her head as her arm slipped off of his shoulders. "I know."

"How would you know?" Harry jumped up and started to pace the room. "He meant nothing to you. He meant everything to me!"

"How could you say that? Sirius was my friend! We talked all the time. He needed someone just to talk to," argued Ginny, feeling angry at Harry's statement. How could he think that Sirius meant nothing to her? He would never understand how much she cared about Sirius.

Stopping his pacing, Harry stared at her. His green eyes, bloodshot from crying, were blazing with pain and emptiness. "What do you mean, Ginny?"

Her shoulders slumped as fresh tears began to fall. It hurt to think about Sirius much less to think about how she'd never get to talk to him again either. She heard Harry come over to her and sit next to her. His arm went around her shoulders this time. He started to whisper comforting words to her.

"Sirius was my friend, Harry. He didn't want to burden you with his troubles since you had your own to take care of," sobbed Ginny.

At that moment, Harry engulfed her in a hug and rocked her. Together they cried for Sirius. They ended up falling asleep in each others' arms, too tired to cry. When they woke up, their eyes were bloodshot from all the crying. Harry brushed aside a strand of Ginny's reddish brown hair out of her face.

"I'm here for you, Harry," promised Ginny, as she looked at him intently.

Harry's answer was a kiss, sweet and soothing. It felt so good to Ginny. She instantly returned the kiss. The kiss escalated more passionate than the last. The passion sparked more need and fire for them. Soon Harry's hands started to wander Ginny's lithe body, tracing all the curves. Ginny moaned into the kiss as his hands moved further up her.

Moving his mouth south, Harry traced sweet kisses along Ginny's jaw line down to her neck. Ginny moved her hands to tousle Harry's messy jet-black hair. Moans came from the both of them as if it were music. His hands moved closer up towards his mouth. Ginny pulled him back up and kissed him again. Her own hands moved down to his Qudditch trained muscular body.

Soon, Harry's hands found her breasts in which he began to kneed them with his hands emitting a moan from Ginny. After a few more minute of heated passion, both had lost their shirts and their pants. Now, all that was left was Ginny in her underwear and bra, and Harry in his red boxers.

"Merlin, Ginny. You're beautiful," muttered Harry, as he moved his head down to place butterfly kisses down her body.

Ginny moaned and pushed Harry away. "My turn."

Ginny ran her hands down his toned body as her mouth soon followed the path. She could feel his moans coming up and escaping his lips. He shuddered beneath her touch and her mouth until he could no longer take it. Instantly he flipped them over and began to attack her body with his mouth. Her bra was soon gone in Harry's attack on her breasts grew more needy.

Within moments, Ginny's underwear was gone as was Harry's boxers. Harry kissed her again, plunging his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues danced together as they fought for dominance. Then his member was guided into her. Her moans melted into his mouth as did his. The pain only lasted a few minutes until it gave way to pleasure. Together they rocked together, grinding their hips together emitting sparks to shoot throughout their bodies.

Building pressure built up inside of them, as Harry's thrusts grew faster and more demanding. Ginny kept up with his speed as best as she could. Soon his body gave a final thrust before coming inside of her. A few seconds later Ginny followed his suit before feeling him collapse on top of her. He rolled them over and held onto her as they both fell asleep.

End flashback

For the last few weeks of summer, the two gave each other comfort and hope in their darkest hours. Together to over come the pain of losing someone so close to them. Ginny felt somewhat happy to be with Harry, and to ease his pain in this troubled time. Harry had come to her, and her alone for relief. Relief in which he soon lost interest of.

The day before they went back to Hogwarts, Harry had been quite distant, even more so than normal. Ginny had come down to the kitchen to see him there just pacing about. She asked him what was wrong. Instead of answering her calmly, he exploded. He called her a bitch, a whore and many other names before saying he no longer needed her services. As he stalked off, Ginny stood rooted to the kitchen floor, pale and hurt.

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