A/N: My apologies on how short this chapter is, I've been having a bit of writer's block lately. I figured I might as well upload this to help get things moving. I do however, have some longer chapters already written, but sadly, there's a gap in the story between here and there, so I have to fill in. Anyway, enjoy, and hopefully I will have the next chapter finished for you shortly.

(Disclaimer: I think it's already been established that J.K. Rowling owns these characters, not me. Proof: If I owned them, Ginny never would have married Harry.)

"Hey there, sleepyhead," Sirius said as he noticed her stirring, trying to maintain his usual flirtatious air, while secretly exhaling in relief. So secretly, that he hadn't even realized that he was holding his breath until he felt his lungs relax. Why did he care so much about a girl he had just met? Hell, he hadn't even properly met her yet. He didn't even know her name, although in his dreams he had always called her Ginny. "I'm Sirius," he added, trying to remedy the latter situation.

"Ginny," she returned as she let her eyes adjust to the light, slowly taking in her surroundings. Because of this, she failed to notice how Sirius's jaw dropped upon learning her name. She looked around and saw that she was lying on a bed in an elegant yet homey bedroom, probably in the Potters' house. Her purse, along with the still unopened letter to Mr. and Mrs. Potter, sat on the bedside table to her left. She also noticed that she was still wearing her bridesmaid dress, but someone had removed her heels and added a leather jacket. She gave Sirius a questioning look.

"You were shivering, so I gave you my jacket. And then when you still hadn't woken up after fifteen minutes, I figured I should probably carry you inside," Sirius explained. "Then I had my friend, James, go get his mum who healed your cuts and cleaned all the blood off your dress. After that, you seemed to sleep much better."

"Thank you," Ginny replied, slightly in awe of how much trouble he seemed to have gone to make sure she was okay. "What time is it?" she added after a moment.

"About nine thirty." As he spoke, Ginny took in his appearance. He wore a white v-neck, tight fitting dark jeans, and leather boots. She assumed that earlier the ensemble had been completed by the jacket that she was now wearing. Sirius looked exactly as he had in her dreams, except for the dark circles under his eyes, and the fact that it now looked as though he had spent a significant amount of time running his hands through his hair. Ginny looked to the window, saw that it was light outside.

"How long have you been in here with me?" She asked, suddenly worried that he had not slept at all last night.

"Since I brought you in here, but to be honest, I don't really know how long ago that was."

"Please tell me you slept," she begged of him, her worry showing through her voice.

"Some. Worry and curiosity made it a bit harder, though," he replied truthfully. "Why don't we go downstairs and have breakfast? Then you can give Mr. and Mrs. Potter their letter and talk about what ever happened if you're ready."

"Sure," she said while getting out of bed. She grabbed the letter, and as an afterthought, her purse. She wasn't sure if Professor Lupin's warning still applied. And with her belongings in hand, she followed Sirius downstairs.

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