Providence seemed to get a kick out of seeing her and Harry together.
That was the only reason Ginny could come up with for apparating wrongly and ending in up in Harry's room, of all the rooms in the pretty big house, on his bed, right on top of him.
Ginny was so shocked that she could not even move or speak. All she could do was stare down at the startling image of Harry beneath her, at such dangerously close proximity.
"Ginny?"
Who did he think she was? The Queen of England?
Harry saw her every week thanks to the weasley Sunday family gathering for brunch at The Burrow.
Then again, he was not wearing his glasses so she had to excuse him.
Before they could converse any further, the room door flew open and who else to burst in at such a time, but the Marauder of all Marauders himself – Sirius Black.
He stopped short at the doorway, a smirk painted on his lips at the sight that met his eyes.
Arthur Weasley's youngest daughter straddling his godson.
Talk about compromising positions.
Who cared if there was a thick quilt between them and that Ginny was fully clothed?
This was his one chance to tease his otherwise almost righteous straight-laced godson.
Warning bells started going off in Ginny's head at the look on Sirius' face.
Ginny hurriedly attempted to clamber off Harry, only winding up almost falling off the bed.
Fortunately, Harry sat up, instinctively reached out to grab her by the waist.
Her hands impulsively went out to grab his well toned taut muscly bare arms for support.
To be so close to Harry twice in such a short span of time, especially when he was shirtless was too much for her.
Her cheeks were aflame.
If she had not been looking down in order to prevent anyone from seeing her blush, she would have seen what Sirius saw – Harry staring at her with a strange look in his suddenly dark eyes, his face flushed.
Ginny regained her balance and got off the bed.
"It's not like what you think, Sirius." Harry spoke up finally.
This only caused Sirius to smirk even more, leaning against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest, a shock of greying black hair falling on his forehead in a rather becoming fashion.
After all Sirius Black, even after all those years, looked as handsome as ever, exuding a mature charm that was his solely.
"I'm fully clothed." Ginny pointed out matter-of-factly.
Harry who knew better than to fight with his godfather's smirking tendencies,
"Why did you barge into my room as if the house was on fire?" he asked.
There was weariness in his voice that unnerved Ginny. She glanced to make sure he was all right.
She swore inwardly. When would she ever stop caring about him?
Harry was sitting at the edge of the bed, slipping his glasses on.
"Remus is throwing up." Sirius reported, a worried frown reminiscent of Luna's expression earlier that morning framed his brows.
"Must be nerves." Harry suggested.
"I can make him a potion." Ginny volunteered, grabbing her satchel and walking towards Sirius.
"Oh yes. You used to be a healer right?" Sirius asked, reassured to have an expert in the vicinity.
He led her down the stately mahogany staircase into the living room, with leather upholstered chairs, glistening oak coffee table in the middle.
"Hullo Ron, Hermione." Sirius greeted them as he entered the room.
Hermione stood by the closed bathroom door, her dress robes barely concealing her large tummy.
Otherwise motherhood looked pretty good on her with her hair sleeked back, wearing a pretty smile that crinkled the corners of her eyes.
She greeted both Sirius and..
"Ginny!" Hermione crowed, pulling her into a fierce hug.
"Hey, Gin." Ron called out, his lanky frame sprawled out on the couch. Ginny turned to greet her brother.
"You arrived yesterday?" Ron asked, helping himself to the bowl of cashew nuts on the middle of the table.
She shook her head, confused by her brother's question.
She patted Hermione's overlarge stomach.
"When is it due?"She grinned, feeling a wistful twinge at the pit of her own gut.
She loved children and always wanted to have some of her own. That is if any man were willing to have children with her in the first place.
"Three days ago." Hermione replied, straight faced.
Ginny gasped. Before she could decide if Hermione was joking or not,
"Then how come you came from the stairs?" Ron asked, his auror instincts kicking in.
What was this – inquisitor's dozen?
"I apparated." Ginny mumbled, sheepishly.
Ron's face broke into a huge grin, despite the disapproving glance Hermione was shooting him.
"So who's lap did you end up in this time?" He teased, grinning.
Ginny could do nothing to stop her face from going as red as a tomato.
The only consolation was that Sirius was ignoring them, busy leaning against the bathroom door, coaxing Remus to calm down and come out since it was impossible for him to throw up for he had not eaten anything in the last twelve hours.
Ginny could think of no clever response to Ron's question. She did not have to.
"Lay off the teasing, Ron." Harry commented lightly, strolling in, clad in sweatpants and his Confederation of International Aurors T- shirt.
Ginny did not fail to notice the questioning glances Ron and Hermione shared.
She, herself felt an acute sense of déjà vu because Harry had said those exact same words to Fred, during that summer, when he had been teasing Ginny.
Remus came out then, much to Sirius triumph but he leaned weakly against the doorframe, looking exceptionally pale.
"Did you know that Zedka's grandfather had a tiff with the Mafia don and fled from Amercia to England to hide but the Mafia did not bother going after him. The mafia don himself was scared of her father, for he knew that he was a wizard." Remus said, before turning around and running back into the toilet.
Loud retching noises followed.
"Sounds like morning sickness to me." Sirius joked.
Hermione grimaced at the memory of her own spate of morning sickness.
"The Mafia? Wow. I can't wait for the wedding. Can you imagine? The Weasleys meet the Mafia." Ron murmured awestruck.
"What? You think your family is the British version of the Mafia? Think again." Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Have you seen my mother when she's angry? She could give the Godfather a run for his money." Ron argued.
Ginny did not bother to back her brother up, as she was busy looking through her basic healer's guide for the cure for nausea and vomiting.
"I second that." Harry added, having had extensive experiences with the Weasleys.
"I'll make Remus some calming potion." Ginny spoke up.
Sirius nodded, gratefully.
"I'll help you." Hermione offered.
With that the two ladies made their way towards the kitchen.
"I think I need some as well." Harry murmured, raking his fingers through his hair.
Sirius having given up on Remus joined them on the couch.
"What's wrong, mate?" Ron slapped Harry's shoulder causing the already high-strung man to nearly jump a mile.
"Don't do that!" Harry snapped.
"Whoa. Who poured you a double mocha of grumpy this morning?" Ron attempted to lighten up his best friend.
Sirius observing all this simply smirked.
"I know why." He stood up, smiling knowingly at Harry who was too afraid to meet his godfather's eye.
"He woke up in the arms of a woman he could never have." Sirius said, cryptically, winking at Ron before striding off towards the kitchen.
Ron's face was suffused with confusion as he tried to figure out what Sirius meant.
Harry looked as if he was ready to join Remus in the washroom.
All those memories – he could feel the beginnings of a migraine at the base of his skull.
A/n: Hope you like it..Wonder what Harry's version of the memories are? Why did he kiss Ginny that last night of that fateful summer? Stay tuned to find out…
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