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Ginny sat down on her bed at number 12 Grimmauld Place, and sighed loudly. She hated it here, she had nothing to do but clean, and even after everyone's expressed negativity towards underage wizards joining The Order of the Phoenix, they seemed more than happy to let Harry in on everything, or at least that's the way it seemed to her. She let out another sigh. Ginny had taken a fancy to Harry since she laid eyes on him at platform 9 ¾. It wasn't until he saved her from the Chamber of Secrets that she realised that she really liked him. However she had more than a few years to get over him. This whole summer was spent forgetting all about him. With him being stuck with his Muggle Aunt and Uncle, and her being stuck at headquarters with nothing to do but clean and no one to talk to but Sirius, you had a lot of time to think. Or at least that's what she thought, that Ron had Hermione, the twins had each other, and she was left with Sirius.
For a good year and a half she spent most of her time cringing away when she laid eyes on one of the posters everywhere in the wizarding world, reporting Lord Voldemort's faithful and most dangerous servant's escape from Azkaban. Once she got to know him however all those feeling disappeared instantly. He felt the same way as her, wishing they could do more to help the Order, and wishing they could at least do something other than making Headquarters fit to live in. Except over time she found herself enjoying his company more and more, he told her tales of his adventures at Hogwarts, and the pranks her and his friends would pull. It was times like this -their moments alone together, that his face was alive with life, when she could really believe that he was 16, and at Hogwarts with his best friends. Soon without a second glance all thought of Harry were pushed aside and completely forgotten.
"Hey Ginny, can I come in" Ginny didn't have to look up to see who it was she instantly recognized thevoice, she did look up though, so that she could meet his eyes.
"Of course Sirius," Ginny could feel all the butterflies fluttering around inside her as she scooted over on the bed to make room for him.
"What's wrong Ginny?"
"What do you mean? There's nothing wrong." Ginny pulled her face into a slight frown and tilted her heard to get a better look at him face.
"Ginny," It was his turn to sigh as he sat down on the bed next to her, and looked into her eyes. "I can tell there's no point in lying to me, and besides you know you can't lie to me." He smiled as he added the last bit.
"I know, and I'm not, I was just thinking that's all," Ginny said as she lay back onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling.
Sirius lay back on the bed too, his hand brushing Ginny's, but he didn't pull it away. Sirius turned his head and stared at her, as she moved to meet his gaze her long red hair fell in front of her face. He reached out and pushed it back, a half grin spread out across his face. It was one of those rare moments when Ginny didn't have to imagine him being so much younger, he looked the part this time. It was too easy to remeber all the memories they shared in this house. And it was too easy to let her lips meet his, to feel her heart hammering in her chest, to be truly happy. No sooner than it happened did he pull away, he stood up quickly looking guilt-ridden.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't... I should've known better, I wasn't thinking, clearly I wasn't" Her voice came hastily, her words flooding the room.
"Ginny, I'm sorry. A few years ago it would've been okay, but not now. I could be your father." He took a step back toward the door.
"I've never been so sure of anything in my life before." She took a wary step towards him.
"I'm so sorry, you like the idea of me, the younger version of me, when I was 16, but I'm not," His voice cracked, and he turned his back, and started towards the door.
"Please Sirius, I just thi-." It came out as barely a whisper, she hadn't meant to beg, she was better than this.
Sirius started down the stairs without a backward glance.
Ginny knelt on the floor, but she didn't cry, because she knew exactly what she had to do. It was like she said earlier she had never been so sure of anything in her life before. She got up brushing the dust off her pants as the butterflies started again, but this time it was the prospect of what she was about to do that made them flutter around as Sirius's words rang in her head. 'when I was 16'