A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

Warning: inappropriate relationship with a minor.

Word Count: 618

"Hey, Red, you forgot this," Sirius called. Ginny spun, her hair flying around her face at the movement.

"What did you call me?"

"Red. You should be flattered, could have called you something else."

"Really? And which part of my anatomy would you have said?" she asked, stalking back to him, her eyes meeting his. Sirius laughed at her expression.

"You really think I'd call you that in public?"

"I think, you're going a bit stir crazy still being cooped up here, with Him out there. I mean, that little romp in the Department of Mysteries was probably the most fun you've had in forever," she shrugged.

"Maybe, Red, maybe. Here, you forgot your jumper. I found it under my bed. You really need to find a better place to hide from your mum."

"No other place has a shaggy black dog that likes to lick my face and wag his tail every time he sees me," Ginny countered. Sirius laughed loudly. Remus glanced over at him, saw Ginny, and shook his head.

"True, you going to be back during the Christmas holidays?" Sirius asked. Ginny shrugged.

"Maybe, I"ll have to see what's happening at school. I mean, who knows, I might find someone there to hang out with?" she said, grabbing her jumper. She paused and held it up. The yellow 'G' in the middle nearly sparkling against the crimson background. "This is last year's," she commented. "And it's a little too tight across the front," she added, giving Sirius a pointed look. He smirked.

"Hard to believe I'll be fifteen this year," Ginny commented, setting the jumper down on the banister.

"Two more years until you're an adult," Sirius muttered. "Just the idea of you running around doing magic as you please..."

"That and a few other things," Ginny added, laughing. "Hey, since this doesn't fit me anymore, I don't need it for school. Do whatever with it, it's not like I'll get another one just like it this year," she said, handing the jumper to Sirius. He took it and looked at it.

"What am I supposed to do with a jumper that doesn't fit anyone?"

"Use it as a pillow? Set it on fire and throw it at the painting of your mum? She called a blood-traitor whore again. I might have hexed her painting."

"You're neither of those things, Red."

"Oh, right, that's what were discussing, the face you've decided to give me a new nickname."

"It fits. Your hair is red and you've got a fiery temper."

"I'm guess Prongs was the one who gave you all your nicknames?"

"Actually, that was Remus. Hey, Moony, what do you think of Red for Ginny here?" Sirius called over to Remus. He shook his head.

"I think you're playing with fire, Padfoot," Remus said, as Tonks shared a look with Ginny. "And my wife is conspiring against me with her."

"So, Red it is," Sirius announced, pulling Ginny into a tight hug. "See you at Christmas, Red."

"Probably," Ginny nodded, before hurrying off to join the rest of her family. She had a feeling her mum was starting to wonder what had happened to her. Once Ginny was gone, Sirius smiled.

"She really is something else, isn't she Moony?"

"She's trouble for the next two years, Padfoot, and Tonks, not one word."

"I was going to agree, that's all. We should get going too, Sirius. And Remus is right, she's trouble for the next two years, don't do anything stupid, cousin," she added, following Remus from the room. Sirius laughed shaking his head.

"Trouble, hmm, that almost fits better than Red," he mused, wondering if it was too late to change Ginny's new nickname.