Haunted
A Sirius/Ginny Cookie
She rolled over in her bed, tangling the sheets between her legs. She had been tossing and turning for hours already, all because she didn't want to fall victim to her own personal ghost. He wasn't even dead, yet still he came to her, haunting her all the more.
Finally sitting up, and turning on the light, she saw him in her desk chair, holding her second most prized possession between his fingers... a steel chain, upon which hung a small, antique silver locket. It contained a picture of her love, the boy she had wanted since the moment she had made his acquaintance the year before she had gone to Hogwarts. And yet, that love that she had once felt for that boy was gone, and in its place was a deeper emotion, passing by love and bordering on connection for the man who sat in front of her now.
The first had never noticed her, had taken her for granted, and she was ashamed to even admit to herself that she had found that "deeper meaning" behind every word he had spoken to her for years. But Ginny Weasley was tired of it. She had given up on him long ago, had put the locket in a secret compartment in the desk at which this second man sat. And a smile passed her face, because it was damn time that a sexy, black-haired man paid her some attention. Then Ginny Weasley wondered why the hell she had waited so long for a boy, when she could have had such a better man all along.
"You know," the man sitting at the desk began, "I wasn't planning on coming. You and I... we both know that this is wrong."
"Yet does it look like I care?" Ginny asked him. He grinned devilishly, a grin that had seen his friends long ago, before they had been turned to ghosts. As he shook his head back and forth, letting the long, ragged locks of black fall into his eyes, Ginny just laughed and accused lightly, "Sirius Black, you do know what you do to me, don't you?"