Hey all! Thanks for all your lovely reviews. Sorry for the delay in this latest update - I've been so busy with family weddings and stuff! I'm going on holiday next week so unfortunately won't be able to update until at least mid-august :( but until then, I hope you enjoy my latest chapter and please continue reviewing and letting me know what you do (and don't!) like :)

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Chapter Four

It was nice to feel refreshed after a power-nap; especially if you had spent most of the previous night having wild, passionate sex resulting in very little sleep. Ron made a mental note to himself about how good a nap can make you feel every now and then (especially with a pretty girl in his arms) and made sure that he would try this out in the future when feeling a tad worse-for-wear.

"I'll go under the invisibility cloak and make sure that the coast is clear before we pack up and disapparate" Harry told his friends, who were now starting to gather their things together inside the tent, "you can never be too careful"

Ron and Hermione waited until they were given the all-clear, and then with a wave of her wand Hermione packed up the tent and went to join the boys; ready for disapparation.

"Mate…look I just wanna check with you one last time" said Ron with a concerned expression, "are you sure about this?"

"Ron, I appreciate your concern but just trust me on this one ok? I just know that this is the right thing to do" Harry replied, making it clear that the subject was now closed.

Ron closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

I hope Harry knows what he's doing….for his sake.

Ron, Harry and Hermione found themselves on the doorstep of 12 Grimmauld Place within a blink of an eye, and Harry felt himself withdraw a little as he realised that the last time he had set foot in the house, Sirius had been alive. His hand froze on the door handle for a moment as he wondered whether he was doing the right thing or not, but the thought left his mind as soon as it had entered – his heart was beating in a way that erased him of all doubt.

As the trio entered, they were greeted to a dull, dusty, dark and dingy sight. Since Harry had sent Kreacher to work in the Hogwart's kitchens the house had been left to its own devices, and was covered in a layer of dust and cobwebs. It looked as though the house had seen no light or laughter since the day that Sirius had tore down the steps of the house and disapparated to the Ministry of Magic to face his death. Harry walked forwards, only to be stopped by Hermione who looked slightly fearful.

"Harry…something's not right…" she whispered, pulling him back.

Both Ron and Harry frowned at her.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked with a puzzled expression etched into his brows.

"Hermione I think its pretty clear that no-ones been in here for a year at least" added Ron, squeezing her hand gently.

Hermione shook her head violently and pointed towards a corner near the end of the corridor. There by the floor lay a small, black umbrella – there was nothing really unusual about it except for the fact that it was completely clean on the side that faced the ceiling. The dust on the walls were thick, except for a cone-shaped patch where the umbrella had once stood; it dawned on Harry that the umbrella had fallen, and (judging by the lack of dust on it) it had fallen recently. All three of the friends took out their wands on impulse, each of them breathing nervously, Ron grasped Hermione tighter and moved forwards desiring to shield her.

"You guys stay here" whispered Harry

"But Harry what if –"

"Stay here!"

Slowly and quietly Harry tiptoed forwards, he could feel his heart pounding harder and harder against his ribs as he edged towards the living room door. Ron and Hermione drew a sharp breath and Harry froze on the spot due to a sudden creak being heard from behind the door. Harry looked at his friends, whom both had fearful looks in their eyes, and gulped, he heard Hermione utter a tiny gasp as Harry's hand reached the doorknob. Harry closed his eyes and counted to three; he would swing the door open quickly and have his wand ready and waiting – it was lucky Harry thought, that Dumbledore's Army had formed two years ago, it allowed him to practice reacting much faster than normal, and his reflexes had greatly improved since then. With any luck, he would be able to disarm whoever (or whatever) it was that was in that room before they could even utter a sound.

One…Two…THREE!

The door flew open and Harry heard a scream before everything went black.

Harry could hear distant voices echoing around him.

"He's going to be ok isn't he?"

"What did you go and wack him round the head for you troll?"

"Well I didn't know it was Harry did I Ron? I thought it might have been a Death Eater or something!"

"You could have just disarmed him or something, he's gonna have one hell of a headache now isn't he!"

"Shhhhh! Stop arguing! He's waking up!"

Harry's eyes opened to a blur, and he felt Hermione hand him his glasses which he slipped on and then sat up wincing as he felt a huge throb at the side of his head.

"Oh Harry, I'm so sorry!"

Harry just sat there for a moment with his mouth half-open gaping at who was standing before him.

"Ginny!" Harry cried in shock, "what the hell are you doing here?!"

Ginny looked somewhat hurt.

"Oh charming Harry thanks – and I thought you'd be pleased to see me" she replied, folding her arms sternly with a look on her face that would make Mrs Weasley proud.

Ron scoffed, "Well you did just knock him out for ten straight minutes Ginny, I think he's a little bit pissed"

"Oh shut up Ron" she retorted, with a scowl.

"Leave" muttered Harry, "Get out of here right now"

"Look I said I was sorry –"

"Do you know how dangerous it was coming here on your own? You could have been killed"

"Well I wasn't was I?"

"That's not the point though is it!"

"Harry's right Ginny that was really reckless of you, anything could have happened to you" added Hermione who was now performing a charm to reduce the swelling at the side of Harry's head.

"Oh please!" yelled Ginny who now looked furious, "as if you three have never done anything reckless in your lives! You may have earned hundreds of points for Gryffindor while you were at Hogwart's but you lost just as many didn't you? If you and Ron hadn't been reckless in your second year Harry I probably wouldn't be alive today and Hermione if you hadn't been reckless and told everyone about Remus in your third year we probably would never have learnt the truth about Sirius would we?" she finished, catching the remainder of her breath.

The trio all fell silent. It was true. They were the last people to give someone a lecture for being reckless – most of the reckless things that they had done actually turned out to be beneficial for everyone. Ginny had stormed off to the corner of the living room and sat in an old armchair with her arms folded so tight, and with such an angry look on her face that Harry wondered whether she'd ever speak to him again.

"Ginny?" Harry said quietly, "I'm sorry"

Ginny looked into his almond-shaped, green eyes for a moment, then turned away again.

Ron felt Hermione tug at his arm, and she nodded towards the door. It was obvious she felt that they should leave Harry and Ginny alone for a while to talk about things.

Harry lifted himself up from the sofa, walked towards Ginny and knelt down beside her.

"I'm really sorry" he emphasised, placing a hand on her knee. Ginny merely sniffed and refused to look at him.

"I am pleased to see you, you know – its just the last thing I want is for you to get hurt" he said while moving his head to try and get eye-contact with her.

They were silent for a while before Ginny finally spoke with a broken voice.

"I know…I'm sorry Harry I just couldn't bare the thought of not seeing you for so long, and not knowing whether you and the others were ok or not," a tear rolled down her cheek, "I've hardly been able to sleep or eat since you left, and I knew the only way I'd feel better was if I saw you again"

"What made you come here?" Harry asked, now grasping hold of her hand and stroking it gently.

"I don't really know, it was like I knew that I'd find you here if you know what I mean…it was so weird…it sounds stupid but I almost felt as if…as if Sirius told me you'd be here…" she replied wearily.

Harry half-laughed, "Well next time get Sirius to tell you not to bash me round the head with a log – it really hurt you know!"

Ginny giggled as Harry pulled her up and kissed her full on the mouth. He had missed her so much and it had only been a couple of days since he last saw her. She felt his tongue tease the inside of her mouth and she responded with enthusiasm, running her hands up and down his body and pulling him in closer. Soon Harry found himself on top of Ginny, laying on the sofa, kissing every bit of bare flesh he could find, she moaned softly as he ran his hands up her inside her blouse and caressed her neck with his moist lips. Ginny wrapped her legs round Harry's waist, pulling his groin closer to hers and reached underneath his shirt, dragging it off his body. She ran her hands down his torso, teasing and tantalising his flesh while he massaged the inside of her mouth with his tongue and started to undo the buttons on her blouse, revealing two round, shapely breasts encased in a cute, tight, baby blue bra.

Ginny gasped as Harry began running his forefinger down her neck, teasing towards her breasts, and sliding further and further down her slender stomach, undoing the button on her jeans and pulling them cleanly off. The both lay still for a second as they heard a sudden thump from upstairs and a loud giggle from Hermione; causing them to laugh quietly. Harry felt small warm hands at his waist before they lead to his jeans and slid them off slowly. Ginny weaned her way on top of Harry, removing her bra and slowly grinding against his manhood as he groaned with yearning. Her breasts looked so inviting – like two perfect-sized apples which he soon began rubbing delicately to Ginny's obvious pleasure. Ginny could feel the warmth between her legs start to tease her, getting hotter and hotter and moistening up, the obvious bulge she could feel against her inner thigh causing her heartbeat to quicken and her breath to get sharper. It was almost too much to handle for Harry who now wanted nothing more than to relieve the ache that he could feel building up in his erection and he swiftly slipped her matching baby-blue thongs right off….

"Hmmm…I bet I know what those two are up to now that we've left them alone" uttered Ron, grabbing Hermione by the waist at the top of the stairs and pulling her towards him.

"Well, lets just say that I'm sure they'll find a way to make up…" replied Hermione with a fiery look in her eye.

"Oh god…that's my sister we're talking about here Hermione…" cried Ron with a funny sort-of sudden realisation in his voice.

Hermione laughed and kissed him on the lips, allowing him to enter her mouth with his wet, flexible tongue.

"Oh dear," muttered Hermione, breaking apart from Ron's lips "its really cold up here Ronald…I think I need a bit of warming up" she finished with a mischievous grin on her face.

"Oh really?" replied Ron, pressing her up against the wall, "well you're in luck Hermione, I think I know just the right man for the job"

Ron grabbed her bottom, causing Hermione to gasp and he began kissing her neck while she ran her fingers through his hair.

"Let's take this somewhere more comfortable shall we?" Ron whispered into her ear. She gave a tinkling laugh as Ron hoisted her up into his arms, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist. While kissing each other passionately, Ron moved backward towards the door behind him and keen to get to business slammed straight into it. A loud thump echoed the corridor followed by a bursting giggle from Hermione, which Ron greeted with a 'Shut up!' before opening the door and pulling Hermione into the room and kissing her again. Within minutes Hermione was underneath Ron with her arms wrapped around his neck, lying on a single bed which stood at the left-hand corner of the room. She felt his hands run up her legs towards her thighs and she moaned seductively as Ron nibbled her ear and bit playfully at her neck. But suddenly Hermione's expression changed to shock as she opened her eyes and took in her surroundings.

"Ron," she whispered, "Ron!"

Ron pulled himself up to look at her, "What's the matter?" he asked, abruptly aware of the look on her face.

"Look!" she cried, pointing towards the wall.

Ron turned his head to the side, and his eyes widened as he lifted himself up off of Hermione and slowly walked towards the wall. A huge poster of the Slytherin Crest was stuck against the wall, and a large, almost life-like painting of a man who looked remarkably like Sirius – only slightly younger, with shorter hair and not as ruggedly handsome as Sirius had been, but they still shared the same strong jaw and piercing dark eyes that were so familiar to Ron and Hermione.

It was then that Ron noticed it. Etched underneath the painting of the man in bold, silver calligraphy was a name: Regulus Arcturus Black.

"R.A.B…" he whispered, "Hermione…you don't think?"

Hermione looked into Ron's eyes and gulped as she stood up, it was is if they had read eachother's minds and both ran to the door opening it and screaming at the top of their lungs.

"HARRY!"

"HARRY GET UP HERE NOW!"

Downstairs, a highly aroused Harry jumped slightly at this sudden cry from upstairs along with Ginny who was just about to reward Harry for his thrilling attempt at pleasuring her.

"Oh for goodness sake…" cried Ginny, "HARRY'S A LITTLE BUSY AT THE MOMENT GUYS!"

They both laughed and Ginny leant in to kiss Harry once more, but they were interrupted by an even louder roar from Ron who sounded as though he was bursting to the point of exhaustion,

"HARRY YOU MUPPET! WE THINK WE'VE FOUND R.A.B!"

Harry's smile disappeared and he quickly jumped up, pulling on his jeans and zipping them up, he stormed out of the living room and up the stairs, leaving behind a bemused Ginny.

What was going on?