Long A/N Today:

I still haven't gotten my six reviews, but I don't have the heart to keep my few readers waiting. So here it is, Part Eleven.

It's the end of Ginny's fifth year, so Dumbledore should die right about now. However, that would really overcomplicate things. So let's just pretend that Draco was too dumb to fix the vanishing cabinet, and none of that shit ever happens. If you like Draco, he went into hiding to avoid Voldemort's wrath for not completing the task, and lived happily ever after in Switzerland or something. If you don't like Draco, he was smite-d by Voldemort along with everyone in his family. End of story.

This is the last normal chapter. Sorry to spring it on you. It'll be longish though (by my standards, that is) and there's going to be an epilogue because I'm lazy and I think epilogues are fabulous.

Warning: Major smut ahead. However, I did try to make it at least sort of interesting.

Try to Love Again: Part Eleven

I shut the hangings of my four-poster bed and silenced it against the giggles of my fellow fifth year girls. For all my favorite foods in my stomach and the soft, thick covers pulled up to my chin, I couldn't drift off to sleep. I was so excited. I had made it through the rest of school, I was pretty sure I hadn't failed any of my exams, and I was going to see Sirius tomorrow.

I was up, showered, and packed before anyone else. Even Ron noticed that I was in higher spirits than I had been in a while. According to him, I was looking "dreamily" out of the windows with a smile on my face for most of the ride on the Hogwarts Express and in the car. When we finally arrived at Grimmauld Place, I ran into Sirius's arms. Nobody thought too oddly of it- it was reasonable that I had bonded with him after living in his home for weeks after my "ordeal". Nobody but me heard the whisper in my ear- "I've missed you, my Ginevra."

A few chaste kisses were all we got to share for the first few weeks of the summer, but it was wonderful just to be in Sirius's company. We were rarely, if ever, left alone together, but I had fun playing quidditch with him and the boys in the garden, or drinking lemonade outside even if we did have company. Harry joined us a few weeks in (as did Hermione), but it wasn't as awkward as one might've expected. He smiled devilishly at us whenever he saw me kiss Sirius on the cheek when we said goodnight, or when Sirius put a ("brotherly") arm around me, but he remained silent. When Remus was around, we tried to stay away from each other entirely. No use provoking him.

We were caught snogging once, but luckily it was only Tonks. It had been a rare moment when everyone else was either out of the house or safely occupied outdoors, and when I met Sirius in the kitchen in my quest for more lemonade we got a little carried away. Tonks chose that moment to arrive from the ministry for some reason or another, and we didn't hear her until she stood in the doorway and cleared her throat. She gave us quite a fright, actually, before we saw that it was only her. We knew we had to be a bit more careful after that (because god knows next time it could end up being my mum, and then Sirius would've been dead and myself incarcerated before you can say mimbulus mimbletonia).

Finally, we couldn't wait any longer to have real, uninterrupted time together.

We met late at night, in his bedroom when everyone was asleep. We took care to lock and silence the door. It was still a risk, but I longed to touch him, speak to him unguardedly, and I knew he felt the same.

I drew him onto the bed with me, kissing him passionately and wasting no time in tearing off my dark green satin nightgown, beneath which I hadn't bothered with undergarments. Sirius himself was wearing only a pair of long pajama pants- the same ones he'd worn the morning after we fell asleep together in my room. He stopped me, pressing a finger to my lips, and laid me gently on my back on the bed, completely naked. He told me to stop him if he did anything that made me uncomfortable. I shut my eyes.

Sirius proceeded achingly slowly, worried to do anything that Ginevra didn't want. He began at the top, placing a kiss on each of her eyelids, her lashes tickling his lips. He tangled his hand in her crimson hair, kissing the tip of her nose and then lightly sucking on the skin behind her left ear. He moved downwards, carefully running his lips over every inch of her pale neck and then taking one hard nipple into his mouth, the other breast cradled in his hand. She moaned softly, encouraging him. He spent equal time on each breast, teasing gently with his fingers and nibbling and biting with his teeth and lips. He eventually continued, stopping to kiss each freckle and birthmark on his way down to her abdomen (he particularly liked one right below her left breast). He dipped his tongue into her bellybutton, making her shiver. As he reached the patch of red curls between her legs, however, he paused and then raised himself up to kiss her lips softly. He knew how he was going to help her get past her instinctual fears- he had to make her beg.

It was working. She moaned again against his mouth as her eyes fluttered open.

"Don't stop…"

Sirius ran one hand through Ginevra's red curls as he kissed her, the other softly caressing her hip. She ran her hands up over his bare chest, but he gently stopped her.

"Just lie still… for now." She obeyed and closed her eyes once more, a smile playing itself across her lips.

Sirius moved his hand from her hip to her inner thigh, making small circles with his finger. "Oh please, Sirius…" his hand went further. Ginevra opened her eyes, assuring herself that it really was Sirius and not Draco, trying to keep her mind in control saying that she wanted this, that nothing bad was going to happen this time.

It worked. Sirius could feel Ginevra tense up beneath him, was about to withdraw, but then her muscles relaxed and she leaned into his touch. When his tongue joined his fingers, she bucked into him and wound her fingers in his jet black hair.

I looked down at Sirius's shaggy, black head of hair and kept it in my mind- it was the polar opposite of Draco's slicked-back platinum. I took deep breaths, calmed myself down, and soon enough I was shivering in pleasure rather than revulsion.

"Please, Sirius, just do it…" I found myself begging. That appeared to be what he was looking for. I locked my lips with his as he thrust into me, and I wasn't bothered by the feeling at all. As with my aversion to everyday human contact, Sirius had managed to help me to divest myself of my aversion to sexual contact.

Afterwards, I curled my body in towards Sirius's and buried my head against his chest, completely at peace. He rested a hand on the naked skin at my hip.

"I love you"

Knock

"Sirius? Hey, Sirius, wake up!"

Knock Knock Knock

"Do you know where Ginny is?"

The sounds brought me to a half-waking state, but they didn't quite register.

"Aww, fuck it… Alohomora!"

The door burst open. Now that woke me up- far too late. Ron stood in the doorway, staring into the middle of the room- where I was curled up with Sirius on his bed, both of us very much unclothed. Shutting my eyes tightly, I waited for the shock to subside and the explosion to commence.

"WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK?!"

His face was turning purple. "Ron, I--" I began hopelessly.

"MUM!! COME HERE NOW!!"

A/N: That actually took me a long time to write, it isn't as if I've had it saved for a while or anything. I've been busy, and smut takes me longest (-:

I have quarterly exams next week, so that's going to be tough. A little motivation is in order, I believe. That means REVIEW!!