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5: FEELS LIKE HOME

It was early in the morning, when Ginny quietly opened the door of Sirius bedroom and soundlessly got inside. She had a reason to do it: it was the 2nd day of April and it was Sirius' birthday, who cared, which. She wanted to give him his gift before she left for work and

She hadn't thought it looked a little bit silly and inappropriate for a young woman to get into a stranger's bedroom so early, wearing only short pyjamas. It was a tradition in the Weasley's family to wake the one who was having birthday and give him gifts in his bed. That was the reason why she found herself sitting on the mattress near Sirius' feet. She didn't have to wake him up, because her nasty, nosy black cat jumped straight on Black's face.

'What the fuck?' he shouted and briskly sat on the bed. He saw a blurred shape of Ginny and before he could rub his sleepy eyes, she sang:

'Happy Birthday to you… Happy birthday dear Padfoot, Happy Birthday to you.'

She leant promptly, kissed his cheek and handed him a wrapped in paper unidentified shape. Sirius was speechless. He gazed at her, and than at his present (meanwhile at the cat, now lying on his pillow). Ginny was encouraging him to open it and, before he could even murmur "thank you", the paper was taken off and Sirius saw:

"A key?'

'A key to something' Ginny smiled uncannily. 'To something big, black'n'silver, with two wheels and extremely comfortable handlebars…'

'Motorcycle?', he was lost. How many wonderful things could happen to him. He was woken up by a beautiful girl, who remembered his birthday and who gave him a material thing he missed the most from his past life.

'Do you like it?' she asked abruptly, unable to figure out his feelings. 'It's in the garage, so you can see it. It's probably not as cute as the one you used to own, but it's not bad. And it flies high. And fast. I… I just thought you would like it… Do you, Sirius?'

'Do I?' he jumped out of the bed, grabbed Ginny's hand and danced with her around the room. 'I love it, Ginger! I can't remember my latest present, a gift from someone who cared. Can we see it' he hugged her quickly. 'Now?'

They ran downstairs, to the garage and the black cat followed. The sight of that trio would appear funny to some strangers, but luckily nobody was able to watch it. Ginny was wearing short, green pyjamas and had her hair loose and Sirius was naked (except for a pair of boxers). The cat was black. The stood next to the vehicle, holding hands as if they were kids doing something wrong and forbidden. Ginny laughed at he thought, but Sirius, who was incredibly reading in her mind answered grimly:

'It is forbidden. I can't go outside.'

She winked at him and smiled (and it was a smile of someone who's up to no good).

'So, are you gonna obey, or…'

Sirius needed no more encouragement. He jumped onto the seat, whirled a little and started the engine.

'woo hoo! It works!' he grinned. 'What are you waiting for, Ginger?'

Ginny, hesitantly, though, sat behind him and, intensively tried not to think that her arms had to embrace his naked belly.

'What if somebody sees?' Sirius asked looking concerned. He wanted to try out the motorbike instantly, but, he was not to be seen. Honestly, the prank-player marauder had grown up and began to respect cautious moves. To his surprise, Ginny giggled. He recognised the girl that he had met at Grimmauld Place, 12: a smart and playful teenager. He couldn't remember, whether Ginny giggled with him since his return, he doubted. She was serious and concerned. And sad, though willing to help him. On the contrary, now her giggle turned into a full laughter. What was going on?

'Sirius…', she laughed again, trying desperately to catch her breath, 'We're wizards here! And I swear, I'll become a full-time Muggle if anybody notices us.'

Black was positively flabbergasted and joined Ginny's laughter. She muttered "evanesco" and it made the vehicle invisible. Sirius stepped on the gas.

If there is an official definition of a careful, attentive flying motorbike driver, Sirius was an extreme opposition to such a man. He was mad. Crazy. Freak. Ginny wondered, how many more epithets she could find. She left her pride on the ground, forgot all nice sexual contexts embracing a man included and was holding him tightly, desperately trying not to fall during unexpected turns, killing dives, ascents that caused unpleasant sensations in her stomach, crazy accelerations and rapid stops. Well, if there was a man who was born to touch the handles, it was Sirius.

He landed in a hidden meadow and let out a scream of joy.

'Still alive, Ginger?' he smiled as he turned around, with sparkles in his Guinness-eyes. He pretended he hadn't noticed her hands still on his sides. But he felt it, a gentle, painful, magical touch of a woman. Ginny was catching her breath, she looked as if she wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. Finally, she decided to hit him, not so hard, on his arm.

'You wanted to kill me!', she left the seat and wandered around Sirius, who was a little confused. When she spotted his expression she laughed. 'Better than the roller-coaster! You're good at it.'

He considered her for a while. Ginny had red cheeks and looked so happy and relieved. He liked that. The stripe from her shirt fell apart and her shoulder was naked in a very sexy way. He liked her… Ginny spotted his silly gaze and shrugged:

'What?'

'Wanna learn how to do it?' he asked. It was better to speak than to stare, he thought.

'Wanna…' she answered slowly, suddenly realising what it meant. It meant sitting in front of the motorbike's seat, hands on the handlebars, with Sirius sitting beside her: his chest pressed to her back, his thighs behind hers, his arms following Ginny's. In other words it meant that a very attractive man was to sit really close and she knew she'd been very lonely lately.

Ginny decided to talk. Talking was the best way known to her to hide her emotions and confusion and awkwardness and increasing sexual interest. She also knew that it was the best way to do all those things known to mankind. She was vaguely aware that he must have known that too. People speak with such a frantic speed when they want to hide their embarrassment or if they have no brains. Ginny had her brains, Sirius was sure of that.

'OK, so I've tried it before, maybe not in the way you showed to me, but, oh, here we go. I push this something and we're flying, aren't we? I had a trial round with the salesman, such things, motorcycles, are allowed in the USA. Really! And we had an official training, he wouldn't let me have it if I wasn't able to use it properly. It seems easy, but, in fact, you can't deny brooms are easier, they don't have so many complicated tools, keys and mirrors, so it's useful, but…'

'Turn right' Sirius' lips materialised next to Ginny's ear. Gosh.

'OK' she whispered weakly and moved the handles a little. Sirius laughed and moved even (EVEN!) closer.

'You can do better than that, Ginger!. Try this', he put his hands on hers. His chin was resting on Ginny's shoulder and he was smiling to her. And then he made a sudden turn and the world around them blurred.

'Do you want my stomach to appear on that tree?'

'You're the driver…' he smiled again and Ginny looked in his eyes. So war, so brown, so happy. She smiled back innocently and opened her lips. When he moved closer, smiling broader, she grinned and dived, letting Sirius' smile glide somewhere in the air above them. 'Cheater. We should get my smile back.'

'no, we have to go back home, I can't be late for work.'

'We can't, huh!' Sirius tickled her. 'You're sure?'

Ginny laughed and he joined. 'Look, you're smiling, no point going up.'

'I'm laughing Ginger. I want my killer smile back. How do you think I'll be able to seduce women without it?'

'who do you want to seduce, Sirius?'

'I don't know. Anyone?'

Ginny smiled as they headed home: 'Me'

'Well', he suspended his voice, trying to sound uninterested and sexy altogether. 'yeah, for example, as a matter of fact, I can't see many other women, can I?'

'If it's me you want to… bag, your killer smile will be of no use to you, Sirius.'

She was serious (well, she sounded seriously) and Sirius wondered whether it meant he couldn't charm her at all, or had to swap weapons, or she had already been charmed.

Ginny landed gently in front of her garage and turned off the motor. They were silent, the street was silent, only the nasty black cat was lazily completing its morning bath. They just sat. Ginny's heart was beating, now she was sure it was audible. Stop it, stop it, she thought and hesitantly took her trembling hands away from the handles and placed them hesitantly on her knees (BTW her knees were only inches apart from Sirius'). Black's hands remained on the handlebars and Ginny was left in fact his embrace. She tried not to move, tried hard not to lean comfortably against his shoulder. She thought the silence that was drilling her ears like a thunderstorm, was very, very awkward. On the other hand, she didn't want to break it, because Sirius' touch and closeness was… pleasant? Nice? Natural?

Ginny closed her eyes and grimaced.

'Gee, you know, Sirius, I'd better move. I shouldn't be late for work.'

She turned her face to him only to notice he was smiling slightly, as if apologising, and his eyes were drilling hers. Why does he do that, can't he just be normal, does he have to cause me sweat and feel uncomfortable, in an astoundingly pleasurable way?

'Sure you have to go?'

'Yeah… but it's not the end of the day, is it? I mean, we will have all evening to… to celebrate your birthday, Sirius. We'll eat lots of unhealthy food, drink, watch films, talk… I'll get that stuff on my way…'

'Don't bother' he interrupted as they began their way back home. 'I can buy it via WIN shops, it's easy. Of course if you let me use your credit number. Let me be your host for tonight.'

When they reached living-room Ginny glanced at a clock and froze. Half past nine. Ginger, you're late. Not that it was essential to be early at work, she usually left home after nine, but she was today in total mess. And her hands were still a little trembling. They looked at each other, for a while unsure of what to do or say. Again.

'I'll take a shower.' Suggested Ginny.

'Good. I'll make coffee,' said Sirius.

Ginny came to the kitchen after a while, her hair a little wet, her shirt unbuttoned, clutching some papers. She sipped coffee from her cup. Sirius looked through the papers.

'My notes?'

'Whoa! No shouting. Of course, yours' she smiled and took a toast.

'What are you going to do?' Sirius asked, petrified. It was his almost completed (Ginny would say it was completed, but Sirius was an incurable perfectionist) study about Polynesian DA Detectors, simple, natural and, it seemed, efficient.

'Burn the bullshit,' Ginny mocked. 'Oh, really, I wouldn't do that on your birthday, would I? I'm having some of my notes sent to London, Remus's an editor of Ron's scientific magazine, they publish my stuff. My assistant will be delighted to rewrite some more.'

'You're evil,' commented Sirius, who was now smiling broadly, resting on his chair.

Sirius wanted to prepare a really fantastic evening. He realised that the strange, wonderful, unnerving but welcomed electricity between Ginny and him was getting stronger every time he thought of her, touched her, she smiled to him, it was now placed deeply in Sirius' stomach and wanted never to leave. He felt as if he had taken drugs. Lots of drugs. He was singing, together with the radio, dancing around the room. He automatically opened Ginny's fridge and stopped. It was to empty to throw a party.

That meant shopping.

Sirius used to hate shopping, but since he realised how easy and pleasurable it is to shop via WIN, he has been happy to take that duty off of Ginny. It was as easy as opening a site of a large shop (you simply wrote "food" and "shopping" and the ingenious device found WIN-shopping services). Sirius liked the Mediterranean markets, full of fresh vegetables, dozens of kinds of pasta and original Italian sauces. He filled in the order, deciding it would be fun to prepare a pizza and a salad together with Ginny. He added few bottles of Californian wine and waited. The salesman (he had never seen his/her face) added up and asked for a credit number. Sirius wrote few numbers and waited for authorisation. A green window appeared and spoke: "thank you for buying at the WVW: Wizard Victuals at WIN". Sirius turned to the fireplace and switched on the flames. It was Thursday and the flames were lilac. Ginny enjoyed such simple magic and he liked it more and more, too. After a while a basket appeared, filled with the groceries.

'Smart' he said and took it to the kitchen.

Ginny arrived at half past five, a little tired but extremely excited. It was going to be a special evening. She spent almost every evening with him, but today they were to cook (ha-ha), drink a lot, eat, watch films, talk, rest and be together. Yeah, it was the last that mattered.

She entered the kitchen and her gaze met Sirius'. He was holding an unopened bottle of wine, she carried bags that weren't light, but for a longer while they just stared. Ginny smiled and felt she was blushing (the most, the most beautiful moment in Sirius' life), so she uncomfortably glanced at her shoes and put her bags on the table.

'Brought some films, old comedies, you know, Monty Python, Indiana Jones, I got some cartoons, too.'

Sirius finished opening the bottle, 'So, what's the plan? We make the food, and do nothing in front of your black and white TV?'

'Sounds good to me' Ginny smiled. 'It's colour!'

Cooking was fun. It was the first conclusion that Ginny came to, when Sirius tried to pour flour into the bowl. He was immediately white and Ginny was watching him with laughter through the unexpected snowfall. Using yeast was disgusting to her and Sirius enjoyed the way she wanted to break the eggs without touching them.

First bottle was empty.

Somehow they managed to put their pizza into the oven. Finally, Ginny put it out and placed few candles in it. Sirius prepared the sofa in front of Ginny's home made cinema (cushions, blankets, opened bottles, table, to put the legs on it and remote control).

'Think of a wish,' Ginny said as they placed themselves on the couch.

'I have a good one,' answered Sirius and seriously looked into her eyes. He blew the fire without even looking at the candles. Ginny smiled.

They had a nice evening. They lay, watched the films, ate pizza and lots of other unhealthy food (including a bonus given by the shop: MuggleMagic Deserts, Pour-boiling-water-and-eat-INSTANT-puddings). They talked and laughed. Ginny was surprised by the natural comfort she felt when she was lying next to him, Sirius wondered how on Earth he found a girl, a woman who was listening to the same kinds of music he liked, watching similar films, laughing in the same moments. Ginny felt something was rising inside her. Comfort, pleasure… She couldn't name it, she was almost sure she had felt it before: it was a feeling that everything in the world was in the right place. She was in the right place and the place was next to Sirius. She glanced at him and smiled. She smiled, too and winked.

'you know, Sirius,' she began, not sure what was it leading to. 'I'm having fun.'

'Yeah, I know. It's fun. It's like… I mean, it feels homey'

'Yeah, it does!' shouted Ginny. It was it, she felt at home. She had forgot that feeling. 'Safe'

'Yeah… Happy…'

'Happy…' she repeated and they turned to the TV, almost unconsciously leaning closer to each other.

It was past midnight when they decided to listen to "The Dark Side of The Moon" and watch mute "From Russia With Love". They were cuddled together as if that was the only thing they had ever done. Sirius arm was embracing Ginny's shoulder, her hand holding remote-control was resting on his thigh and he was pleasurably aware of her elbow sometimes kicking his pelvis, she lay her legs on his. Occasionally they spoke aloud the not-heard quotes. Ginny was Connery, and was speaking with an unnatural low voice. Sirius was the Russian girl (Tania? Sonia? Masha?). She was extremely excited by a beautiful nightgown 007 gave her.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, oh James," Sirius couldn't speak any higher. "It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

"Whoa, lady," Ginny was doing her best to sound sexy "try not to pee over the compartment because of excitement. And this definitely isn't the most beautiful thing ever: you've seen me!"

Sirius laughed and couldn't speak his part.

"Don't laugh, stupid woman," Ginny giggled in a totally un-manly manner. "No, you're not getting dressed, are you?"

Ginny sipped a little wine from her glass.

'It's empty, Ginger,' Sirius remarked.

'So? Can't I sip? It makes me feel at ease.'

'It's wine that makes you feel at ease. Sipping is just an unnerving tick. I'll refill it.'

And then something happened. For Ginny the world had stopped. Sirius took the glass from her hand, well, matter-of-factly, he reached for the glass, but grabbed her hand. And the hand was now sweating and Ginny couldn't help it. How on earth it's possible that the world stops, but she keeps sweating, her heart keeps beating so fast as if it wanted to get out?

Sirius wasn't sure what he had done, he just reached for the glass, but happened to find Ginny's hand in his grab. The touch was magical, and instead of that psychedelic stuff he heard a triumphant symphony. A symphony about her and him. Best music he had ever heard. He looked into her eyes, green and a little teary right now, drilling his. He was unable to move and to look away. It doesn't happen daily. Well, for most of the people it never happens. But it happened for them, that was the right place and the right time. Sirius leaned towards Ginny. Their hearts were beating unison and really fast. For a second they closed their eyes and their lips met, just for a while just to check if it was the thing.

It was the thing.

Sirius leaned backwards, his eyes chained to Ginny's gaze. Her eyes were wide open, her lips open. She was breathing heavily, desperately trying to hide the desire. Well, maybe not desperately. She felt upcoming arousal all over her body and was looking forward to continuation of that. What was that? Their lips only met, for a second or two. He touched her cheek, heaven, he thought. Now he was leaning towards her again, his hand finding its way behind her back, his chest pressing her gently, but urgently to the back of their seat. He felt her hand squeezing his thigh, a dangerous thing. He opened his lips…

BEE BEEP!

It was a sound of Ginny's mini-fire, a useful device invented for people who waited for messages: instead of using a fire place, they used mini-fires and spoke to them (a mini-fire looked like a match-box and burned every time somebody used it). Ginny and Sirius froze in their positions, waiting for the message. Then came out the voice of Holly Houston.

'Ginger, are you sleeping? I wanted to remind you that tomorrow, oh, wait sorry, today you have a date with Jonah McDragon. Hope you haven't forget. Anyway have fun… well, I winked here… bye.'

(the sound in the room)

AN: Well? OK, I won't blackmail you, but… write!