Ginny was so shocked, she closed both of her eyes and pressed them together as strongly as possible.
She did not want to see this, pocket pensives were still expensive like hell and this one was over twenty years old, - she couldn´t even imagine the amount it´s owner must have paid those days. Or his parents.
But one thing about these toys remained obviously the same : only one memory could be stored and boys would nearly always use it for portable-wanking. Sirius had been no exeption.
She tried not to look but the noise that Sirius made with his fingers was possibly even worse. The wet smacking sounds were furthermore topped by the woman. She had started to beg now and Ginny opend her eyes in surprise : She spoke french!
" Plus! " she moaned. " S´il te plaît, je voudrais plus! "
" Je te comprends bien ma chère." Sirius answered in perfect french - as far as Ginny could judge this.
" Mais si tu veux more, speak english my little slut."
She gasped as he suddenly withdrew.
" Ah non, Monsieur Noir, pleaze Sirius, fuck me already s´il te plaît!"
Ginny could see that his shoulders and biceps were thinner than nowadays when he pulled the woman on his lap and kneaded her breasts without mercy.
" Anais."
He purred.
" How do you want me, Anais? Up your ass like the good little pureblood-virgin-daughter? Or is your pussy still tight enough, now that you are married?
Ginny suppressed a moan. She hadn´t known that french girls would follow the same tradition but it could only be expected of course.
She still remembered the talk she had with her mother about this theme, never had she been so embarrassed before or afterwards. With many words, long winded and a blush that topped even her hair, Molly had suggested strongly that Ginny should stay virginal till her wedding as it would be expected from her by every respectable pureblood--wizard. And : as it was considered as very ill-bred to deny a partner his satisfaction in a relationship she should get used to other practices including anal penetration.
Her mother had had given her a well thumbed book with the unbelievable title " How to please your mage and stay pure nevertheless"
Ginny had not only studied it but also practiced a lot with her later boyfriends.
And she liked it. She liked the way they made her surrender, loved to give herself up - Tom had done this to her when she was still so young and innocent.
And believing.
No children like that but only pleasure, pure pleasure.
The day she had an argument about it with Hermione had been terrible. She had tried to explain the sensual delight she experienced to the muggle-born witch and had been rewarded with a disgusted grimace.
"What is it Hermione?"
She had wanted to know, really wanted to understand.
" It´s great, believe me! Whenever they take me from behind it´s bliss, it´s hard and it´s humiliating but that´s sex! It doesn´t change my attitude or my self-worth outside the bedroom."
Hermione had just stared at her.
And Ginny knew suddenly to her own abashment why generations and generations had tried to avoid muggle-borns. An insight that still troubled her from time to time.
The scene before her had changed in so far as Sirius had pulled the woman even closer and kissed her passionately. Ginny marveled at her perfectly manicured long fingernails that combed through Sirius´ tousled hair. Then, the tender caress stopped and she used them to rake vigorously all over the whole length of his back , accompanied by a diabolical little giggle.
Sirius groaned and Ginny could see how he pressed his buttocks together.
The room flickered and everything got diffuse and the next thing she knew was that she was lying with her nose in a dusty spot under the stairs of Grimmauld Place.
Today´s technology really was a bit more friendly in kicking you out.
But perhaps it had only been so abrupt because the memory had been seen - or used - so often, maybe it was just worn out.
Whatever.
Ginny straightened up and adjusted her clothes. Everything was dusty - exept for her underwear which was more of the opposite. Ginny decided to ignore that.
She stuffed the pensive in one of the pockets of her oversized trousers and roamed back towards her bed- and bathroom.
After all, a girl had to take care of her fingernails from time to time!