Miracle On 34th Street
A Sirius/Ginny Cookie
Ginny looked around 34th street, sighing as she tapped her foot incessantly. Twenty four years old and she was still on the blind date circuit, on Christmas Eve, nonetheless. Damn Hermione and her friends for making her do this! She was supposed to meet this man at seven o'clock at a pub called The Seventh Dynasty. It was now seven-fifteen.
She was all dressed up, even, in a nice little black dress for this guy, and he had the nerve to be late? If the dress wasn't enough, she had spent a whole of ten minutes on her hair, throwing it up in something other than a loose ponytail. Hermione called this hairdo the "messy-style bun," whatever that meant. Wrapping her woolen peacoat tighter around her torso, Ginny groaned and leaned back against the side of the pub. She could hear shouts of laughter from within, and if she looked to her side, she could see through a huge bay window to gay groups of wizards and witches having the times of their lives.
Ginny knew that Hermione had told Harry and Ron about this little... rendez-vous of hers, because the two had confronted her about what to do if the man tried anything on her. Just knee him in the groin, Gin, knee him in the groin, Ron had told her. Ginny of course, had replied by asking if she could try it on him. Ron had just turned white and pulled Hermione in front of him for protection, pulling laughter out of all four of them.
Having given up already on the only two men that she had ever loved, Ginny was almost content to try her best to make this blind date of hers love her... but she wasn't sure she could give up completely. They were practically related, the two black haired men, but not quite. The first was merely a school-girl's crush, Ginny would be the first to admit it. But the second... that had been something deeper. Not that there had been anything to begin with, but she had always wanted to know more.
Ginny looked to her left, and saw a man carrying a large bouquet of poinsettias to the pub. His face was hidden, but Ginny knew that this man was her blind date, for he had told her that there would be plenty of flowers. She looked at them, a deep scarlet red the color of Gryffindor robes, a beautiful color. Also the color of Ron's cheeks when he was highly angry.
The man came straight up to her, and handed her the bouquet, filling her face with the large blooms. Without a word, he took Ginny's arm and guided her into the pub. Finally getting a chance to put down the flowers on a table in a darkened corner lit only by a few small candles, Ginny turned to her date, and tried to get a good look at him in the dim candlelight.
She saw blue-black hair glinting in the light, and a burning fire within blue eyes that searched her face, looking for something... Within that blazing blue fire, Ginny saw something for herself to smile on. Love. She took his hand, a calloused hand, the hand of a man who worked for his life, and drew him into the light. And Ginny was looking upon the loving face of Sirius Black. His arms opened wide, and she flew into them.
Placing his mouth close to her ear, he whispered a few words that were nearly lost on Ginny's rejoicing, deaf ears... "Je t'aime, mon petit amie..."
I love you, my girl.