Revenge II - A Sirius/Ginny Cookie
They had landed softly, far off in the woods, but still Ginny could see the huge spires of Malfoy Manor rising in the distance, spearing into the settling moon. She looked at the mansion- hell, it was really a palace, to be honest- in awe, and wondered how someone could live in a house bigger than Hogwarts and get from one end to the other in a lifetime. And how someone so evil could be rewarded so nicely for killing innocents.
Taking her eyes off of the place, Ginny turned back to where Sirius lounged on the forest floor next to his motorbike. She saw his blue-eyed gaze met her own brown eyed one, and then travel the length of her body, doing things to her insides that looks from her brother's best friend's godfather shouldn't. She sighed, walked over to him, and plopped down next to him. Livid was a good term for how she was feeling. Angry, enraged, and hopping mad, as well.
"Ginny, just calm down," his voice was mellow and soft, but she didn't miss the underlying tone of rage that coursed through it.
"Sirius, how can you tell me that when you, yourself can't even do it?" she cried out in a harsh whisper, looking away from him. Sirius put an arm around her shoulders, and she shrugged it off, but he replaced it, and so Ginny ignored the gesture. She turned away from him, sighing softly, and blurted out, "Sirius, why my family?"
He shrugged lightly, and softly grabbed her chin between his thumb and forefinger, turning her face to his before replying, "My theory is because Harry treats you as his family." Her eyes were glistening and moist, and she sniffled a little. Giving her a grim smile, Sirius continued, "And who knows who'll be next? Harry's got a lot of friends, you know." She nodded in agreement, and turned away once again, putting a hand to her face.
It was evident what Ginny was doing- wiping away tears that she would not let him see. Sirius felt a slight pain in his chest, physical pain for her. Something that had never happened before in his life. He put his other arm around her, and pulled her towards him, her back against his chest, her bright hair clouding his eyes and her soft, sweet scent filling his nose.
"I've already seen you cry, Gin," he told her. She turned to him again, and to his vast surprise, he found no space between his body and hers, her lips upon his in a fiery, emotion-fed kiss that would start nothing but trouble. They had already gone through this once, and Sirius had been determined not to let it happen again. But it made the pain go away... the hurt vanished... and so he instead let it continue, let Ginny wrap her arms around his neck, let his own hands slip under her shirt to feel her bare, soft-as-rose-petals skin.
But he couldn't just take her, like that. Not when they were so distraught that any sense of ecstacy would make them get a natural high such as this. Sirius began to slowly slow down their pace, and he realized that Ginny was doing the same thing as he. Better judgement had never been his strong point but hurting this girl more than she already was wasn't on his agenda, and obviously not on her own. But he promised himself that they would be entangled in each other's hair once more- properly.
Why? For he loved her beyond reason, without a doubt and without a care in the world.