Her trade mark red hair cascaded in light curls over her shoulders, down her back and over his arms. It hung loosely all the way down her back the tips reaching to just above her buttocks, just the way he liked it. He held her close kissing the forehead of young Ginevra Weasley as he pulled her even closer to him pressing her against his body, holding her against his chest.

Ginny smiled looking up into his stormy grey eyes, they were troubled, but they had been since she knew him. She didn't care, they were mysterious, and it made her curious, even if she knew his past. She smiled once more leaning in to kiss him softly her hands resting around behind his neck as she kissed him deeper.

He looked down at her again before scooping her up in his arms carrying her bridal style through the filthy old house that was number 12 Grimmauld Place. Ginny giggled lightly as she nuzzled into his chest, she smiled shutting her eyes and allowing her to carry her to his bedroom, and she knew the room well by now, this wasn't her first visit. She grinned looking up at the former prisoner kissing his stubbly cheek lightly eliciting a slight growl from his mouth as he pushed open his door walking them in.

He tossed her gently onto the bed and watched the sheets rumple against her light weight. Her curvy body fit perfectly onto the mattress, as it did when it was pressed against his body. He loved her figure, her body, her… He took a deep breath kicking the door shut and locking it as he started to work on removing his clothes; she watched smiling as she did the same wanting him desperately.

Ginny craved his touch, the feel of being near him, with him around him. She loved it, she wanted it, and she never wanted it to end. He smirked finally undressed he walked over to her grinning as he looked at her naked form. The male moved over her pinning her down lightly and smirking as he positioned himself ready to pleasure the both of them, to release their desperate needs for each other's body in one quick…

"SIRIUS! Are you listening?" sounded the voice of Ginny Weasley as she startled him out of his daydream.

"Huh? Oh yeah…" He said softly as he stared up at her, the girl that had moments ago been a figment of his daydream, of his fantasy. He sighed softly and slumped in his chair, she'd never want an idiot like him. She could never like a man who had spent practically her lifetime in prison for murder, even if he was innocent.

Ginny watched him for a moment, "So are you going to help me or what?" She asked softly referring to the dinner she was preparing for them both.

"Sure…" he said softly, anything to be close to her. He stood up and began to start chopping carrots; it would have been so much easier with his wand…