"God of My Idolatry" by Meg.

I don't own Harry Potter…I simply enjoy using the characters conjured up J.K. Rowling for my own sweet pleasure.

Pairing: Ginny Weasley /Sirius Black

A/N: I realize that this is a bit unorthodox. Bear with me...they really work well together. I swear. This is also AU. Please pretend that somehow, Sirius did not die and being beyond the veil was only a temporary state. By the way, the title is a throw back to Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. I mean the rating from now on!

Songs: Meh. Anything you want, I have a feeling no one reads this part of the intro anyway!

"Legion", "Kingdom", "Procession" and "Rubicon" by VNV nation

WARNING!: Deathly Hallows spoilers!

Dedicated to the loving memory of my good friend Derek Day. You will be sorely missed.

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The blazing heat of the Romanian sun seemed to have been extinguished by the sudden rainstorm; as the night wore on into the late hours, the temperature plummeted into near freezing numbers. Ginny had been forced to conjure up a large down comforter to layer over herself when she lay in bed that night. She almost felt like an Eskimo, buried beneath a think sheeting of white, although her version was much warmer. Since the day her old owl had delivered her the letter from Charlie asking her to come serve as medi-witch for his camp, she'd never been busier until today. The morning had been exciting and passion-filled, and the evening had been equally eventful. Escaped dragons, giant storm, hiding out in a cave for warmth for a few hours and the arrival of her ex-boyfriend...the events of the day swirled in her mind, memories clouding her desire to sleep.

She should have been ecstatic to see Harry. It had been years, and she should have been grateful to see him, perhaps even hopeful to rekindle some of the romance they used to share. She should have. He'd certainly grown more handsome in the last couple or years, hair longer and softer, even maybe a bit taller. He'd lost that rugged appeal, and now being in his early twenties and in his glory days as a young celebrity, he'd polished himself up a bit. There was no denying that it was attractive, and probably good for him lingering image, but there was something lackluster about it to Ginny. He seemed changed. Not much, she reminded herself, but enough that she'd noticed it. She didn't think Charlie or Sirius had picked up on it, but she did. Years of idolizing and loving him from a far left her with a very good idea of Harry Potter's character; while this was still the same Harry, he was more regal now, she dared think the word "pompous".

Thinking back on the day while she drifted off, she concluded that finding solace from the rain with Sirius was her favorite part of the day. It reminded her of the days they'd spent locked away in Number Twelve, the left-behinds who weren't allowed to leave the house. His chances of being caught in those days were much higher then than today, and she was not longer a child under the protective thumb of her mother. A smile crossed her lips when she thought of Molly. What would Mum think of me now? Sleeping with the infamous Sirius Black...her own cousin by marriage. For some reason she found the idea somewhat exciting. Her mother had always approved of her being with Harry, and while Viktor hadn't been her first choice, she'd supported the match whole-heartedly. Certainly her Quidditch-crazed brothers had approved. What was one famous seeker over the other? After all, Viktor had been one of the youngest professional seekers in their lifetime; famous at only eighteen years old. His fame paled in comparison to the "Great Harry Potter" but it was still something.

Sirius had his own halo of fame around him as well, one negative in the eyes of most, but still famous. Infamous, she reminded herself. She though back to what he'd told her in the cave, about his time behind the veil.

"Five years punishment," He'd whispered at first. "Five years living the worst possible moments of my life. A lot of it was my family, the lot of gits they were. I had a lot of angst as a teenager, you know?"

She could only listen to him, she didn't dare speak. She couldn't relate. Her family was great, and even those they could be pestering at times (especially when you have six older brothers to "look after" you) she loved them and appreciated all the support they gave her. She also couldn't relate to the experience of reliving horrible moments.

"But the single worst thing of all was the night we lost James and Lily." He'd turned away at that moment, perhaps hiding tears. "Bearing that gut-wrenching pain was horrid enough once, but having to relive it like I was there all over again...that tore my heart out."

Ginny had felt her heart break a little too. The idea was bad enough, but living it twice must have been torture for him. They'd sat in silence for a few moments, his eyes staring off into the depths of the cave. He turned to her and looked at her a moment and then scooted closer to her, to put his head on her shoulder. She'd hooked her arm around his waist and just held him there, hoping to ease some of his pain. She didn't know, and wouldn't know exactly how much she'd been able to wick away from him and his burdened soul.

"I can never stop wondering if I could have prevented it all." He whispered, voice muffled by the fabric of her shoulder.

It was the last thing he'd said to her until he'd pulled her close in the forest. She'd wondered what he was going to say, but felt it best to not push him. He'd tell her in time. Despite the cold and the sleep that had begun to creep up on her, Ginny forced herself to kick her feet off the end of the bed and stand up. Her flannel pajamas would be enough to keep her warm for a moment, she reasoned, and ducked through the door flaps to her room. She'd conjured a bedroom for Harry, right next to her own, earlier that night. He'd seemed pleased to think of the two of them in such close proximity, and Charlie didn't object like she'd half expected him to. But, having Harry close proved to be no temptation for Ginny this night.

She toed the cool floor of the living room, through the kitchen until she came to Sirius' door. The flaps hung with a slight gap, and Ginny peeked through it to see Sirius with his covers up to his neck, asleep. Not thinking he'd mind, she let herself in and walked slowly to his bed side. He looked incredibly peaceful, but she didn't know that this night was the most peaceful sleep he'd had since coming to Romania. She bent at the waist, and kissed his lips gingerly, letting her hair drape over him, tickling his ears and his collarbones. While the kiss was light, his eyes fluttered open.

"Come sleep with me, Sirius." She whispered into his ear. "I'm cold. Come warm me..."

He nestled his hand into the base of her head, fingers intertwining into the thick curls of her hair. He kissed her, lips putting delightful pressure on her own, not too sexually, but somewhat possessively.

"Why don't you stay with me?" He suggested, kiss growing more sexual with each pass of his soft tongue over hers. He sat up, lips never leaving hers, and grabbed her with his freehand under the curve of her buttocks. He pulled over, onto the bed and onto himself. He already had a growing erection that she could feel through his covers.

She wanted nothing more than to feel herself sink down upon him, encase him in her warm body and invite him into her womb. He reached up to fondle her breasts through her sleep shirt, and despite the matronly look of her clothes, he found her sensual and gorgeous. He shifted his hands, sliding them down to her hips. His fingers disappeared beneath the fabric of her shirt to grip her naked flesh and she jumped a little, his fingers were like ice on her blushing skin. He grabbed her hips full on regardless, grinding her pubic bone on his package, providing a delightful friction that he'd craved all night. The arrival of Harry had excited him unexpectedly; his sense of competition had flamed up to a glorious height, and he was determined to win.

"I've ways to keep you warm," His words were muffled as he kissed the delicate c-rings of her neck, letting his teeth scrape along the fragile cartilage. "...I'd be glad to share them with you, sweet ginger-baby."

Suddenly, Harry flashed into Ginny's mind. When she closed her eyes, she could still see the common room around them as he'd peppered her neck with soft kisses. Harry had pinned her on the large sofa in front of the fire, and for once they'd been alone. He kissed her neck up and down, igniting a fire of tingling in her nether regions that took hours to subside. She pulled back from Sirius, breaking the kiss and startling him a little.

"What is it, Gin?" He asked, calling upon the nickname he had called her when she was younger. She was still within arms reach, his fingers stretched to idly stroke her hair and tuck a few rebelling strands back behind her ears. A tender touch.

"I don't think I can do this tonight." She said, voice verging on sheepishness. "It..it just feels weird with Harry here, now."

He dropped his hand from her, letting his arms settle at his sides. She didn't roll off him, but stayed where she was, looking down at him. His whole body relaxed, and he let his eyes close instead of verbally sighing. This battle is going to be much harder to win than I thought... He was glad she was honest with him, being that open was good, but he wouldn't deny that he was slightly hurt by the idea.

"I understand completely, love." He spoke up, nodding his head against his pillow. "I feel the same way, somewhat, after all, he's my godson."

At that, she slid from atop him and settled onto the narrow cot beside him, leg still draped across his own legs. She nestled herself against him, her body heat nearly scorching his cool skin. "Its nothing against you," She murmured. "It's just...memories."

With that, Sirius rolled over and swung his legs off the side of the bed. With a slight crack of his back, he sat up and got to his feet. Ginny merely watched the taught muscles and the thinly stretched skin of his back ripple. His hair flowed down his neck, brushing the tops of his shoulders with a "v" shape to his haircut. She remembered long ago when his hair flowed all the way to the small of his back, to the pair of dimples she could see there. He turned and looked at her, curled up in his bed, eyes sparkling with the threat of tears.

"Come on, Ginevra." He extended a hand to her.

"Come where?" She asked, pushing herself up on one elbow and taking his outstretched hand. She shook off the paternal feeling that she had gotten when he'd used her full name. She couldn't think of that now.

"You wanted me to come warm your bed." He whispered.

"No, I wanted you to come sleep with me," She started, getting off the bed. "I can use my wand to warm me if I need it. I want you to come share my bed."

A smirk slid onto his mouth, but he forced it down. A momentary thought of sharing a marriage bed with her flitted into his aging mind and was gone. Hand in hand, they crossed the house and entered her bedroom. Her bed was certainly inviting, he conceded, and seemed warm enough. She thought about asking him to lace the flaps so that no one would see them in bed together, but she decided it was time to stop caring about that. She hooked her fingers under the hem of her shirt and tugged it off; with a gentle pull of the drawstring on the waist of her pants, they too were gone.

"What are you doing?" He asked, puzzled. "You just told me..."

"I want to be comfortable with you, Sirius." She answered, looking at him over her shoulder. "Do you not think we can be platonic and share my bed in the nude?"

He blinked. "It makes things harder..."

When the light of morning warmed the land and brightened the sky, Sirius and Ginny were still intertwined, sleeping as if it were the deep dark of night. Ginny would regret her decision to keep the flaps undone, but for the meantime, she was happy. Harry Potter could not say the same.

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Please R&R!

Meagan