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A/N: THANK YOU everyone! And I'm very ecstatic that you all think this is getting better and not going no where...I love writing comedy, and sometimes have feelings that I'm not as funny as I think I am. Oh, well, lol! Anyways, HAPPY belated VALENTINES DAY to you all :D

It was quiet. Unusually quiet. The Order meeting was nearing its end, luckily this time void of wicked shouts exchanged between a certain escaped convict and his arch enemy.

Ron was in his room, writing and re-writing his letter to Harry; wanting to tell him everything, and having to settle with nothing.

Even the twins abandoned their normal clever post at the top of the stairwell, with extendable ears scraping the floor near the kitchen door, for more important, and ultra secret business.

Hermione suspects that they are desperately trying to create her 'mood-reading, skin-changing' candy; but, at the moment, she is too busy to educate the boys about royalties. Instead she sits in front of her mirror, staring at her face and trying to recall the exact second, of the exact minute, of the exact hour that that horribly red, round lump of inflamed skin decided to pop up on the very tip of her nose. Not that she should really care, and she doesn't.

Ginny paces the bathroom. Something about tonight makes her not want to sit and stare into space with Hermione. Maybe because she got a swift view of the new addition to Hermione's nose and she would only laugh cruelly at her. Or maybe because she can't wait to come back to that room that night, overflowing with bubbling stories, and she doesn't want to spoil her anticipation with nonsense chitter chatter.

Or maybe because if she pretends to be in the bathroom for a "real reason" and not because she's wasting time, no one will accidentally see what she has hidden in the deepest locale of the front pocket of her jeans.

She giggles just thinking about it.

Hermione, back in her room, prods the loaded pimple gingerly with her wand, but can't conjure the guts to blast it off. She's very much attached to her nose; and it, needless to say, is more than very much attached to her.

She sighs and puts her wand back in its home in her back pocket. She shouldn't be caring about a pimple. Everyone gets them; and who is she trying to impress?

She thinks about it, and sighs again. That's right, she says to herself, and reaches for the makeup compact in her purse.

Finally, a familiar noise of shuffling feet echo up through the house. Ginny squeals; Hermione ignores her want to squeal. Ron ignores Hermione's presence in the house all together.

The creaky, rarely used hinges of the front door scream every now and then as it opens to allow the escape of the few lucky Order members who don't have to call number 12 Grimmauld Place home.

It's about this time that they usually hear the loud crash, closely followed by high-pitched shrills and frantic apologies. But, today the umbrella stand in the front hall has been spared a tumble; Ginny and Hermione wonder where Tonks must be.

For a few ear ringing moments, silence once again descends on the house, before a crisp knocking is heard on Hermione's door.

"Hermione?" Remus asks, fingers still rapping on the old wood.

Hermione chokes on her own smile and leaps to the door. "Hello," she said, in a bright voice.

"Ready?" Remus beams and moves slightly to the side to allow Hermione to step out into the hall.

"Yes," she said, feeling little girlish as she gazes up at Remus's handsome, but worn face. "It'll be nice to get out of this house for a bit."

Remus nods, and laughs from the bottom of his throat. "Well, we're going to have to walk a little. So, you'll be getting a fair share of fresh oxygen this night."

Maybe it'll help her…if you can call that beast a pimple, Ginny thinks to herself as she leans against the bathroom door and listens to Hermione and Remus pass her by unaware.

She taps her pocket and peers out of the window over the sink. Tiny specks of stars are beginning to show their faces. The night is perfect, no chance of rain, and hardly any wind.

She can't help but think that she's too clever for her own good, as she steps out of the bathroom and quickly, but calmly, bee-lines for the dining room.

Sirius sits alone at the large dining room table, strumming his fingers to an unheard rhythm.

Ginny smiles wide, and pretends to drag her feet over to the chair across from him, when in actuality she probably could float if she really tried.

"Hullo," she sighs, falling into the seat.

"Hey," Sirius nods, his eye lids closed slightly, and he shakes himself awake with a jaw-cracking yawn. "I'm bored," he says, pouting.

Ginny suddenly feels older than Sirius, but shrugs it off.

"The meeting nearly knocked me unconscious," Sirius continues. "Plus Moony gets to go have a night out and I'm stuck in here…with the cobwebs and the dust bunnies."

"And me," Ginny squeaks, indignantly.

"Oh, and of course the lovely Ms. Ginevra Weasley; how dare I forget." Sirius smirks, and winks.

Ginny inwardly melts, and swallows. "You wish you could leave the house?" she asks, gently.

Sirius runs his fingers through his long mane of black hair. "Yeah," he whispers, pathetically.

Ginny paused for a moment, a smile desperately trying to burst over her face, and stood up. Sirius watched her strut around the table, and over to him, with a mix of confusion and amusement. He's also too tired to really process anything going on, and hopes that whatever Ginny does, his inclusion could be blamed on sleep deprivation.

With a tiny skippy leap, Ginny bounces into the empty chair next to Sirius, no longer able to hide her excitement.

"Are you all right?" Sirius asks her, laughing against his better judgment.

All Ginny could do is extravagantly nod her head, and slide her legs out, while lifting her pelvis up. Her hand now slips easily into the front pocket of her jeans and she pulls out a thin red string, with a sliver buckle hanging from the bottom.

Sirius eyes widen, before he frantically scans the kitchen. "Where did you get that?" he hissed.

"When mum took us to Hogsmeade after lunch, so Ron could buy one last thing for Harry, I snuck away from the group and bought it," she whispered, dangling the dog leash in between herself and Sirius, whose eyes never left it.

Sirius made an odd gurgling giggle like sound, and ripped the leash from Ginny's hand. "Thank you, Ginny, but…it's not like we can go anywhere."

"Why not?"

"Your mum; she's watching me, she said today," Sirius said, imitating Mrs. Weasley's scorching glare, and making Ginny laugh. "Plus, she'll go insane if she finds out you left the house and didn't tell her where you went."

Ginny leaned forward. "She doesn't think I'm here," she whispered.

Sirius barley got a chance to ask what that meant, when the dining room door burst open and a whistling Mrs. Weasley waddled in. Ginny squeaked and professionally slid under the table.

"Sirius," Mrs. Weasley sang. "The meetings over."

"Really?" Sirius responded, dropping his head to the side.

"I know Remus took the girls to the movies-"

"Girls?" Sirius glanced under the table, raising his eyebrows in shock.

"So, if you're bored, you can help me do some more cleaning."

"Thank you, Molly, but I think…I've got things to do…upstairs….with Buckbeak."

"Fine, fine…I'll clean your house by myself. Don't even worry about it!" Mrs. Weasley stormed out of the room, mumbling to herself about laziness.

Ginny climbed out from under the table, grinning from ear to ear.

"Who are you?" Sirius asked, copying Ginny's smile.

"The younger sister of Fred and George Weasley; come on!" Ginny grabbed Sirius' hand and dragged him to the back door.

"I haven't been outside for…almost two months," he stated, peering out the glass pane of the door. He allowed the bubble of giggles to escape his lips, before he sank to the floor, changing from handsome brunette into giant, shaggy dog.

Ginny slipped the collar over Sirius' head, and the two sprinted out of the house and into the encompassing hot, fresh air. The tall, shadowy, haven't been cut for more than a century bushes were the perfect barriers between them and the bright, large windows of Grimmauld Place.

Stopping, Ginny giggled looking down at Sirius, who began rolling around on the ground and nipping at a passing rabbit. "Don't bark….Snuffles?" Ginny couldn't quite remember what Hermione said Sirius' dog name was.

Sirius pounced up on Ginny's shoulders and licked the side of her face. She took that as a yes.

Sirius and Ginny leapt around the garden, chasing shadows and defenseless critters.

They raced around an old tree, and when Ginny felt her calves burning with the want to sit down and stop exercising, Sirius nudged her onto his back, and took her on another chase around a group of bushes, that were once cut to look like towering snakes, but now just resembled lopsided noodles.

Near an old, rusted bench, snuggled between two large square bushes, Ginny flopped off of Sirius back and onto the warm, prickly grass. She looked back at the mansion, (unfortunately, they weren't far enough away from it, for it to disappear from sight), before the scene was covered by a dangling red tongue. Sirius licked Ginny's face frantically, making her squeal and push him away.

Ginny wiped the spit off her eyes and looked over at the dog, except the dog was gone.

Sirius, back to his human form, inhaled as much fresh oxygen as he could, eyes staring up at the silver streaked sky. "This was fun," he said. "It makes me sad…but happy too."

Ginny nodded, not quite understanding him, but liking that he was finally talking and not panting and slobbering.

"We should get back inside. Remus and Hermione will be home soon."

Pouting, Ginny stood and locked eyes with Sirius. She wanted to say something, something intelligent right there, something charming, something that would make Sirius wonder where she's been all his life; but her trace of thoughts were cut off with the horrifying sounds of lips smacking and giggling moans.

Sirius furrowed his eyebrows and glanced discreetly around the bush. He snapped back, his face lit with shock and the desire to laugh. He beckoned Ginny closer. "Get ready to run," he whispered.

Sirius crawled across the grass. Ginny followed him, looking around the bush to see what was there.

She gasped, quickly covering her eyes.

"Boo!" Sirius screamed.

Tonks screamed. Charlie attempted to grab his wand, forgetting that in a rush of passion he threw it across the field.

Sirius swiftly grabbed Ginny's hand, and practically flew up the short path to the house, slipping through the door.

Ginny clutched her side with the hand that wasn't holding desperately onto Sirius', trying to breath through her laughter. "Ch…Char…lie…and Tonks?" she choked out.

Sirius nodded, and wavered slightly, bumping his hips into Ginny's.

"I'm going to tell," Tonks bellowed at Sirius, slamming the door after Charlie stepped through it.

"Tell what, Tonks?" Mr. Weasley said, as he walked into the dining room, from the kitchen. "Charlie! Why weren't you at the meeting?"

"Um," Charlie said, blushing. "I…I…"

"He was taking a nap!" Tonks spoke up. "And I was, uh, lunch made me sick…if you know what I mean."

Mr. Weasley nodded, raising his eye brows. "That's good enough," he said, making his way though the dining room, but before he exited through into the next room, he paused and spun around. "But, Sirius, maybe you would like to tell me why you allowed my young daughter to take you for a walk!?"

Sirius quickly dropped Ginny's hand, as her mouth fell open. Her father looked scary in the dim light of the dining room. He had more shadows under his eyes, and seemed to have grown double his normal size.

"Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley burst into the room and wrapped her arms around her daughter. Then pulling back, she violently shook her. Ginny pondered pressing charges. "Why did you lie and tell me you were with Remus?"

Ginny's mind was blank. She couldn't come up with anything to say. For a moment she thought about repeating what Tonks said moments before, but Tonks was still standing there, smirking; but what angered Ginny more is that neither Tonks nor anyone in the room has yet to realize that the buttons on Tonks shirt were stuck into a hole one down from their normal places.

A small cough broke the deadening silence, and Ginny suddenly noticed the presence of Remus and a confused looking Hermione.

"I…I'm sorry mum," Ginny whispered, on the verge of tears; fake tears, but tears nonetheless.

"You could have caused a whole list of problems, Ginevra! Don't you ever do anything like that again," Mrs. Weasley hugged her daughter one more time. Then she turned to Sirius, eyes nothing but black slits. "I'm watching you," she hissed.

"Sirius, if Dumbledore found out…"

Mr. Weasley streamed out threats and reminders towards Sirius, who stood there exchanging weird, half smiling,looks with Remus.

Hermione inched her way over to Ginny. She shook her head, eyed the leash still around Sirius' neck, and back to Ginny. "I wish I'd though of that," she whispered.