"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: This is AU.

WARNING!: Deathly Hallows spoilers!

Ginny stood in front of the mirror for a long while. As the moments ticked away, she pretended that her hesitation had to do with seeing Harry again. It had been years, she reasoned. They had a long history, after all he was her very first love. Nervously, she ran her fingers through her thick, fiery locks. She willed herself to breathe; this growing knot in her belly wasn't about Harry and she knew it. There was something odd about his visit. Had he known, somewhere deep down, that she'd found some tiny semblance of happiness again? He always seem to arrive at just the wost moments, drawn like a moth to the flame. A very dangerous moth who had the cards stacked in his favor.

There was no mistaking the tension that she had felt in the kitchen moments ago. The strangeness of the situation struck her as soon as she walked back to her room to change into Harry's dress. Two men you've slept with...she pondered, two men you've loved? She didn't know the answer to her own question just yet. With a shake of her head, she dismissed all her thoughts, trying to focus on what was right in front of her. Harry had been right about her size, but he was also right that she had slimmed up a bit. The emerald dress looked good on her, the loose, breezy fabric came right to her knees, and the lack of sleeves showed off her toned shoulders, not too wide nor too narrow. The only thing she wasn't sure she liked about the dress was how low cut it was, with the neckline just skimming her breasts. Harry had surely chosen that on purpose. With one last look in the mirror, and a second to pinch her cheeks into a flattering flush, Ginny collected her only hand bag and slipped out of her room to find the boys.

When she emerged Harry was waiting for her, his face plastered in a broad smile. She couldn't tell whether or not the smile was from seeing her or from the muted conversation that he had been having with Sirius moments before. Although she couldn't make out what they had been saying, the hushed conversation in low tones seemed unsettling to her.

"Ah, now don't you just look lovely." He beamed at her. The word lovely almost made her cringe, it was Viktor's favorite way to describe her. Not sexy or beautiful, just lovely. It seemed like a synonym for plain to her.

"Thank you." She said, nibbling her lip.

"Don't you think our Ginny looks great, Sirius?" Harry asked, calling out to the grumpy seeming older man sitting on the couch. Secretly, Sirius very much resented Harry's use of "we". "The color really brings out your beautiful skin..."

Harry's eyes trailed up and down her body, stopping for a barely noticeable second on her breasts and hips. Sirius didn't even have to see his godson do it, but he felt it from across the room. He wished that he could called attention, quite immaturely, to the fact that he was the one who had the privilege to see those breasts and hips in their full glory most recently.

"Sirius, do you think I look pretty?" She asked, inclining her chin upwards so she knew her voice would carry to him across the room.

Without looking up, he grumbled a curt "Yep."

Sirius pressed his back into the couch, trying not to let his resentment show. He knew he was failing at keeping it to himself, but Harry's smug act was enough to make him snarl. He didn't want to take it out on Ginny, none of this was her fault, but part of him knew that she would choose the boy who lived over plain very old Sirius Black. He didn't blame her, but the prospect still hurt him. It had been many years since he had felt this happy and it very much angered him that his happiness, however small, was going to be taken from him so soon. Let alone by the man who could have any woman he wanted, the famous bastard.

While his head was swimming with the anticipation of Ginny's choice, he didn't even notice the pair leave. He was too engrossed in his one thoughts even to hear Ginny sweet goodbye once Harry had slipped out the door. She was suddenly so confused by his behavior, just last night they had made sweet love and now he would barely look at her. What had been said between Harry and Sirius? She wondered if Sirius had told Harry all about his manly conquest of a younger girl, maybe even told his godson about how he had no feelings for her whatsoever and that she'd merely been a bit of fun. Ginny didn't know just how wrong she was, but it was all her strained mind could imagine.

Feeling suddenly hurt, she assured herself that Harry had defended her honor and chastised his godfather for being a heartless prick. With a sudden lighting strike of anger, she crossed her arms in front of herself, huffing.

"I've decided that you look too damn pretty to mess up with Floo powder." He smirked, giving her a sultry look. "I don't want to ruin that dress... I suppose we'll just have to apparate to Rome."

Suddenly warming to him, Ginny caught up with Harry and tucked her slim arm into his. She smiled genuinely up into his eyes, before looking away briefly, suddenly shy. "Sounds good to me...Thank you, Harry."

"For what, sweetness?" He asked, laying the charm on thick.

"For getting me out of that tent, away from the sweat and heat and that mangy dog."

Harry chuckled and patted her arm. "You're quite welcome, now shall we?"

Harry smiled and intertwined his fingers with her, enjoying the familiar feel of her closeness. He had to admit that being the world's biggest wizard playboy had its overwhelming perks, but there were few women out in the world who could compare to Ginny. Harry tightened his grip on her hand and slipped his other hand into his pocket. As he thought of Rome, preparing to apparate to a place he knew, he hoped things would go as he planned on this romantic trip. He'd come to win Ginny back and he wouldn't lose, not to anyone. After all, he was the great Harry Potter, salvation of all the wizarding world. He shut his eyes, pulling Ginny close and palmed the small jewelry box in his pocket. With a pop, they were gone.

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Meg