One day when he was alone in the house, Sirius walked into the kitchen for some food. He nearly stepped on a pile of broken glass.

"Kreacher!" he cried out angrily. "You blasted elf- if you break something, you have to fix it, or at least clean it up! Where are you?" he thundered.

He walked up to the first floor, and could not find the elf. Second floor, nothing. He continued until he heard a noise in one of the bedrooms.

"I knew you were here somewhere!" he said, and threw open the door.

But the noise was not Kreacher. Instead, his eyes found the youngest Weasley laying on her bed, shorts pulled haphazardly down to her knees, one hand up her shirt and the other between her legs. Her brown eyes were huge with fear as she saw him standing in the doorframe.

He should move, he knew. If he was a decent man, he would move. She was a child, for god's sake!

No, something was telling him. You only thought she was.

But a devilish part of him kept his feet rooted to the floor. He watched as she pulled her shorts up and then fixed her shirt.

"Is that really what you want to do?" he growled. Then he moved into the room, feeling his member hard against his pants. Her breathing was shallow and frantic. "I thought you weren't home."

"I thought you weren't home," she forced out.

"Obviously," he smirked. "Or... or did you maybe... want me to find you?" he asked, throwing this out there and thinking it was probably false. Still, it was enjoyable to have this control over her.

To his surprise, she blushed guiltily. He pressed on, using his new found tool. "Little Ginny... what were you thinking about?"

Her desire made her brave. The place between her legs was thumping, and it pressed her to confess. "You, sir. I... I've met plenty of boys who like me, but that's not what I want at all. I want a man and I want a man who knows what he's doing. One who can take control and really... really..."

"Really fuck you?" he said, smirking. "Do you want me to fuck you, Ginny Weasley?"

"Yes," she said. He almost exploded with desire. He had not had a woman in years. Before Azkaban, he'd had women falling all over him, and had gotten rather good. But he had been in confinement and had not had much experience since then... and here was a gorgeous girl begging for him. Her body was perfect, he could already see- matured to womanhood, but fresh with girlhood.

"Take off your clothes," he commanded. She looked at him, speechless. "I said take off your clothes, girl!" he thundered. She did as she was told, and he pressed his hand against her sternum, forcing her back down onto the bed as he observed her.

"Breasts large, young, perfect," he murmured, she listened, wondering what he was doing. "Very pretty little nipples," he said, very softly flicking one and making her moan. "Very nice cunt," he said. It was shaven except a few little hairs, and he could see how shiny and moist she was down there. He smiled at her approvingly. "You have a nice body, young girl."

"Will you...?"

"I will fuck you," he said. She smiled and reached for him. He pushed her hands away. "But not now. Your mother will be home any minute."

She pouted. "Please..."

"Come to my bedroom tonight, where we can have hours to ourselves. I will teach you what a real man uses a girl for."

"Oh, God," she said in anticipation. "This is even better than I thought it would be... you're even more controlling than I expected."

"Now finish yourself," he said, no time for her girlish ramblings. "Touch yourself, Ginny. Touch yourself for Sirius," he whispered.

He kneeled over her, loving his position of power over the girl, and watched as she inserted her fingers into her pussy. She moaned, and stroked her clitoris, making girly chirping noises until she began to shake, then buck into her own hand, until she grew limp.

"Tonight," he reminded her.