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How to seduce the man who, this time last week, was practically my father-in-law? Well, God-father-in-law, technically speaking. I'm shivering with nerves and the cold as I stand opposite 12 Grimmauld Place, plucking up my courage to cross the street and knock. I threw a long coat over a short, tight black dress but my legs are still freezing, and the strappy heels I treated myself to on my 25th birthday aren't giving me any stability.

I take a deep breath, hurry across the road before I can stop myself again, and knock on the front door. My heart pounds, and then the door opens to reveal him. Sirius. I'm not surprised that he's awake despite the late hour; I know him well enough to know he doesn't sleep well, or early.

"Ginny? What are you doing here - is everything okay?" He frowns as he looks at me, his eyes searching mine. Merlin, he's handsome. I've thought so for years now, although rarely allowed myself to linger on those thoughts.

"I was hoping we could talk?" Sirius' brow furrows, but he moves out of the way immediately and holds the door as I enter. I brush past him. The familiar scent of Grimmauld Place is reassuring, and I feel more confident now that I've crossed the threshold. I hear the door shut behind me, and Sirius muttering a protective charm, but I keep walking down the hallway, straight into the kitchen. It's empty, thankfully.

"What's happened?" Sirius moves into the room quickly and spins me round by the shoulders to face him head on. His eyes scan my face and then down my body, lingering questioningly on my feet in the heels. "Where have you come from?"

I take another deep breath, and look away. "Sirius, I'm okay. There's no danger. I've come from home. But -" I stammer. It takes a certain amount of strength to say it, which I resent in myself: "Harry and I are over." I say it quickly, and then finally meet his eye.

"What - you're serious? What happened?"

I take a deep breath, and say it quickly: "He cheated. Some woman from the Department."

"Fuck..." Sirius hisses. He runs a hand distractedly through his black hair. "Shit, Ginny, I'm sorry. Really."

"Thanks."

"Let me get you a drink. Firewhisky, right?"

"Yes." Of course he remembers my drink. He strides over to the cabinet, shaking his head in disbelief. I'm standing next to the fire and feel warmer already. While Sirius' back is turned, and he's occupied processing what I've told him and pouring our drinks, I slip my coat off and softly place it over the back of a chair. My heart is racing again, but this time it's from the pure electricity I feel being so close to, and alone with, this man.

My dress is so short it rides up my thighs as I lean over to drop my coat over the chair. It's tight and sexy as hell, and I'm not wearing anything underneath it. I want Sirius' eyes all over me; I want his undivided attention.

I gather my courage and move towards where he's stood at the drinks cabinet, slipping between him and the counter to reach for the glass. Just like that he's at my back, his hips against my ass. "Thank you," I say over my shoulder.

I feel him freeze.

"What are you doing, Ginny?"

He's standing immobile - but he hasn't moved away. That gives me a little more confidence.

I take a sip and force myself to relax my shoulders, as I turn slowly to face him. My eyeline is at the top of his chest, so I have to lean back, against the counter, and tilt my head to meet his gaze.

He speaks again before I can. "Ginny, let's sit down, we can talk, or I can call Hermione, or Molly-"

"Sirius," I cut in, quickly, "I didn't come here to talk about Harry. Definitely not to call my mother." I muster my courage: "I came here because I want you."

Sirius' eyebrows shoot up - "What?"

"I want you, Sirius," I say, determinedly. "And I think you want me too."

"How much have you had to drink tonight?"

"Nothing, Sirius. Only the sip I just had. I'm not drunk."

"You're not thinking straight," he says, although he still hasn't moved away. I don't dare to reach out and touch his arm yet, though I long to.

"I'm thinking perfectly clearly. Is it so hard to believe I want you, Sirius?"

"Yes."

"Sirius," I say, seriously. "That night. Last year. I know you remember too." His eyes darken in response, and my heart leaps, vindicated.

Harry and I had been staying at Grimmauld Place for Christmas; we'd been the first of the many guests to arrive a few days before Christmas Day. Harry had left me, alone and, frankly, unsatisfied, to go to Gringotts, and - well - I was bored. Bored, and horny. I didn't realise Sirius was at home when I indulged in some me-time with my Tremo-Quill vibrator, truly - but, the door was ajar, and when I heard footsteps on the corridor outside, I chose not to stop. In my defence, I was so, so close. He could have kept walking. He could have, but he didn't. And knowing he was just outside, just out of sight, but definitely within hearing distance, sent me over the edge. I cried out in pleasure as I came, making no effort to conceal my moans, and it was only as I lay recovering that I heard steps on the staircase moving away. When I went down to the kitchen to make a cup of tea, Sirius' face was flushed and he could hardly look at me. Harry had arrived back before I'd had a chance to become the unfaithful one in our relationship.

Sirius is looking down at me, intently. Hotly. "I should have kept walking." It's barely a whisper.

"I'm glad you didn't. Knowing you were there pushed me over the edge."

"I wasn't just standing there, Ginny," he says lowly, "I could see you reflected in the mirror," He places his hands on either side of me. He's practically pinning me against the counter. "I watched the whole thing, and Merlin help me, I fucked my hand, pretending it was your pretty pussy."

Heats rushes to my cheeks. "You won't have to pretend tonight."

"Ginny," his voice sounds different now when he speaks, almost angry. Frustrated. "Don't look at me like that. We shouldn't have sex."

I take a steadying breath, and lift myself onto the counter, putting us at nearly the same height. The move has my dress lifting dangerously, flashing the very tops of my thighs. Sirius goes still and looks down at me. I hold my breath, watching eagerly as Sirius shifts one hand to bracket my thigh.

"Ginny. If I push up this dress, am I going to find your bare pussy?"

The words make me shiver. I slowly, teasingly, lift my glass and take another sip, making him wait. "I won't stop you, if you want to find out."

"Naughty girl," he snaps, giving my thigh a squeeze. "Tell me honestly. Why are you here? Revenge?"

There's no point in denying it. "Yes," I say, "But that's only part of it, Sirius. I could have gone to the Leakey Cauldron and fucked anyone in there. I came to you."

"Because I'm his fucking God-Father," Sirius snaps, his eyes bearing into mine.

"Not just because of that," I state, and I mean it. "I want you. I've wanted you since that night. I wanted you before then, deep down, but I never would have admitted it. But I am now. I want you," I finally set my glass down, and reach up to place my hands on his broad shoulders. "And I know you want me just as much."

There's a long, heavy, moment of silence as he studies my face, his hand still on my thigh, mine on his shoulders. Suddenly, he seems to have made his decision. He moves his hand to my hip and pulls at the fabric, dragging it up my body tantalisingly.

"You were going to marry my god-son."

"But I'm not anymore."

I watch the dress inch up, baring more and more of me. My pussy is aching, and wet.

"You're young enough to be my daughter."

"Should I call you Daddy, then?"

At that, he stops, his hand moving from my hip to grip my chin roughly. "Is that what you want, Ginny?", he presses two fingers to my bottom lip and I open my mouth for him willingly. "You want to call me Daddy while I do filthy fucking things to you, things you've only ever fantasized about?" He slides two fingers into my mouth, holding my chin tightly. "You want to call me Daddy while I slip my hand up your dress and find how wet you are for me?"

I suck his fingers, and I don't bother stifling my moan. He groans. "Fuck, Ginny. Get upstairs, now."

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"Fuck, Ginny. Get upstairs, now."

It's practically a growl, and my thighs clench deliciously. I hop off the counter but he doesn't move back, stopping me in my tracks. He studies my face.

"Are you sure about this, Ginny?", he asks lowly, "Because I'm pretty close to losing all control with you."

I smile at him and look him in the eye. I've never been more sure. I want to be filthy, I want this man to ruin me, just for tonight. "I'm certain, Sirius. I want this." He still looks unsure. "If I change my mind, I promise I'll tell you."

He considers me for a moment, but this seems to placate him. "Good girl." He finally steps back, his gaze raking over me. I feel deliciosuly exposed, my dress still sticking to the very tops of my thighs. "Go upstairs. Wait for me on my bed."

His tone makes me tingle; dominant and commanding. It was never like this with Harry. I attempt an obidient look as I brush past him and head for the staircase, not daring to pause or even to glance back at him in case it breaks this spell and gives him any reason to doubt how much I want this.

I am so delirious with desire and excitement that I want to run to Sirius' bedroom, but my heels make me move at a more sensible pace. Sirius' room is on the third floor, and I haven't stepped inside in years, not since the summer before my fourth year when my family and I stayed here, the days of fear and frustration as the Order started to make its plans, and my brothers, Harry, Hermione, and I helped clean and get the old house into order.

I reach the third floor and pause on the landing. As much as I want to see the inside of Sirius' room - and have every intention of doing so before the night is over - I have another idea. Next to his room is a smaller guest bedroom, the room Harry and I have stayed in year after year. The room where Sirius overheard me last Christmas...

I slip inside the guest room, and pull my wand from where I've concealed it in the side of my shoe, muttering a charm to ignite handful of candles on the dresser. I'm not going for a romantic mood, but recreating how it was that night. The bed is made up in the soft linens Sirius favours - ever the fan of luxury and comfort. I don't know how long I have before Sirius makes his way upstairs, so I don't linger. I take off the shoes, kicking them to one side, and debate taking off the dress now too, but I don't want to deprive Sirius of the chance to do that himself.

I push the door almost shut, but open enough so that the mirror is visilble from the corridor, and then I make myself comfortable on the top sheet, pulling two pillows under my head. It doesn't take any effort for my hands to move down my body to pull up the dress, so desperate am I to touch myself. Lust is coursing through me, and I can barely think straight.

I drag my fingers across my pussy lips, stifling a moan. I don't want to give the game away too quickly. My fingers trace my needy opening, spreading the wetness up and circling my clit. Gods, it feels good. In recent months I've favoured my vibrator, but it feels particularly naughty to be touching myself like this, so blatantly and shamelessly, waiting for Sirius to catch me.

I close my eyes and focus on my pleasure. The thrill of pretending I'm doing this secretly again, that I think I'm all alone in the house, is delicious. I'm making little whimpering sounds now, I can't help it. I push two fingers inside my opening and start to roll my hips. A floorboard somewhere beyond the door creaks, but I pretend not to hear it. Just a few more seconds, I'm nearly there, just a few more motions against my clit and-

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

My eyes shoot open but I freeze in place, two fingers still inside me, my whole pussy soaked and swollen. Sirius has thrown open the door and is towering in the doorway, glowering down at me.

I clear my throat. "You were keeping me waiting."

A low, dangerous chuckle escapes him. "Keeping you waiting, was I?" He takes a step forward into the room, closing the door behind him, and then makes his way slowly to the side of the bed. His eyes are glued to my aching centre.

"Ginny," the quiet faux-disappointment in his tone makes me want to cum on the spot. "I gave you a clear instruction, to wait for me in my room. You couldn't wait 5 minutes for me without finger fucking yourself?"

"I was warming myself up for you, Daddy," I grin, dizzy with pleasure and the thrill of pushing his buttons, of drawing out this fantasy we're building together.

He looks almost tortured; the lust in the room is palpable.

"Well, by all means continue, pet," he says. The endearment makes me weak. I settle back against the pillows and slowly start to move my fingers again, in and out and circling my clit, all the while keeping eye contact. My mouth falls open in pleasure; it feels unbelievably sinful to be allowing Sirius Black to stand over me, watching but not touching, as I bring myself to climax. It's becoming increasingly hard to pay attention to my hands when he's looking at me like that.

"Show off for me, Ginny," he tone even deeper now. My thighs clench.

"I need you to touch me," I moan. Truthfully, I feel like I might die if he doesn't.

He moves steadily at this, although his eyes - and the large hardness pushing against the front of his dark jeans - give him away. The mattress gives beneath his weight as he positions himself next to me. "Turn over, babygirl."

I could squeal or combust, probably both, at his commanding tone. "Yes Daddy," I whisper, and I do as he says and lie on my front. Finally, he touches me, his hands moving over my ass, firmly but appreciatively. He slides my dress further up my back, exposing more of me.

"Better," he murmurs. "If this gets to be too much, you tell me to stop and I stop. Understood?"

I find it next to impossible to imagine a scenario in which I'd want him to stop, but I know he's waiting for an answer.

"Got it."

"Good girl." And then his hands are on my thighs, guiding them wider, moving up to where my pussy is aching for his touch. I whimper.

"Please, Sirius. Touch me."

"Lift you ass - I want to see you."

I do as I'm told, willingly. This moment feels like a fever dream. He pushes two broad fingers into me, stretching me deliciously. I moan. He keeps a light grip on my hip with his other hand. The position is wrong to get me off, but I don't care; it's so hot I'm burning alive. He slowly drags his fingers in and out of my pussy, quickly finding my g-spot.

This is really happening.

Sirius leans down and growls in my ear: "Ginny, I gave you a clear instruction, did I not?"

I can barely think straight past the pleasure coiling up in me. "Yes?"

"Apparently not." Gods, why does him sounding disappointed in me turn me on so much? His fingers flex inside me. "You're obivously not interested in showing off for me right now."

I realise belatedly that I let my hips drop almost the second after he told me to lift my ass for him. "You'll have to learn to listen," he says, sitting up and lightly slapping my ass. The shock of it makes me jerk forward, and he follows me, his shoving his fingers deeper still into my pussy and bearing me down the rest of the way to the bed. I bury my face in the pillow and grip the sheets.

"Oh, fuck," I cry out.

"Shhh," he murmurs, "I know you can take it, darling." His fingers pump slowly out and then into me, and then he reaches his other hand underneath me to find my clit. I jolt as his pinches it and then begins to circle it leisurely. I moan again.

"So fucking eager for it - what would have happened if I'd walked in last Christmas, Ginny? Would you have begged for my fingers then too?"

I shudder at the image. I can't say I wouldn't have, even knowing it was wrong. "Yes."

"Shameless. Little. Slut." Each word is punctuated by a stroke around my clit. I shudder.

"Tell me you wouldn't have been willing to oblige."

"This isn't about me, pet. This is about you, and this needy, soaking, tight pussy of yours." He keeps working my g-spot, edging me closer and closer. I grip the sheets.

"I'm going to cum, Daddy."

"Good girl. Come all over my hand, Ginny."

I couldn't fight it, even if I wanted to. I cry out as a cum, shaking around him, bearing down on his fingers desperately, shamelessly. The orgasm keeps going and going and he keeps up his rhythm on my g-spot and clit. I'm a puddle of pleasure on his bed, panting and whimpering. He stops, and withdraws his hands gently. I can feel the dampness on the sheet below me, but I'm too hazy with pleasure to feel embarrassed.

"Look at this mess you've made on the bed," he says darkly, as if reading my mind, when I finally turn my head to look at him.

I feel heat rush to my cheeks. "Sorry, Daddy."

He smirks, wickedly. "Why don't you get on your knees and prove it?"

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My stomach coils deliciously. I slide off the bed and stand before him. My dress is still on, although it's not covering much of me anymore. I meet his eyes and grip the bottom of the dress, pulling it up over my body slowly until it's over my head. His eyes are glued to me, dark and full of desire.

"Good girl."

I drop the dress behind me. The only thing left is my bra, red and black lace. I decide to leave it on, for now - he's still fully dressed, after all - and sink to my knees in front of Sirius. There's a thick rug on the floor, covering the wood, but I feel extra padding beneath my knees, and know that Sirius has performed a wordless charm for my comfort.

He looks down at me appreciatively, taking me in with dark eyes. His cock presses against his jeans and my mouth waters. I've fantasised about this.

He strokes a gentle hand down my face. "You want to show me you're a good girl? Prove it."

I reach forward and undo his button, then drag down the zipper, my hands shaking. Seconds later, he's filling my hands; long and broad. His cock is exactly how I pictured it. I wrap my fist around him, then suck him down eagerly, impatiently, and his hand slips into my hair. I love this game we're playing, the fantasy we're weaving, and I'm suddenly desperate to prove myself to him, to show him what a good girl I can be, how well I can please him. I suck him all the way down, as far as I can without gagging.

"That's it, baby girl." His soft praise lights me up, and I get moving, dragging my lips up and down his length, sucking and moaning. His hand tightens in my hair, holding me back, and I make a frustrated noise. I don't want to be slow and cautious.

"Naughty girl," he murmurs, and let's me continue at my pace. My jaw is already aching with effort it takes to swallow him down, but I can't back down now. I am struggling to take all of him, though.

He curses softly, and I look up at him. He groans the second our eyes meet, and I want nothing more than to see this man become undone. I use my hand to work his base in time with my mouth, and his grip shifts slightly in my hair, tilting my head back a little.

"I want to fuck your mouth." He states, his voice low.

"Mmm." Fuck, but I want that too. I nod my head as best I can.

He touches my left hand, currently resting on his thigh. "If it's too much, tap me to let me know."

I make another noise of agreement. The way he checks in with me makes me feel safe, yes, but it's also unbelievably hot.

Sirius holds my head still as he begins to move, slowly at first, until his cock bumps the back of my throat. I breathe through my nose and make myself relax. He gives me a moment, and I know he's allowing me the chance to tap out, but I make a little noise and give his thigh a squeeze.

He begins to move in earnest, thrusting between my lips. My eyes water and he wipes away a tear with a gentle thumb, so devastatingly at odds with the way he's fisting my hair and fucking me.

"Next time we do this, I want you to swallow every drop of me." Next time? My mind clings on to the promise in those two words. He slams into me over and over again, his voice as rough as the way he's fucking my mouth. "But not now. Tonight I want to cum all over those gorgeous tits.

I clench my thighs; I might be getting as much pleasure from this as he is. No one's come on my tits before. It feels dirty and little degrading, and I wouldn't have wanted any of my previous partners to do it. But, somehow, I want it now, with Sirius, more than anything in this moment.

He pulls me back and off his cock and fists it with his free hand, his hand in my hair holding me in position. He comes in great spurts that lash my breasts, marking me and covering me. The expression on his face is almost agony.

Slowly, he comes back to himself, and gently releases my hair. Sirius opens his eyes and looks me over, his gaze lingering on my breasts.

"Fuck, you look sexy like that," he mutters, followed by a cleansing charm to clean me off. He stands up and carefully helps me to my feet, his hands resting on my shoulders. He looks at my face, closely.

"Ginny, are you okay? That got out of hand."

I nod quickly. "That was what I wanted. What I needed, Sirius. I'm more than okay."

"Okay, okay good." He nods. His brow is furrowed. "That was what you needed?" he echoes, "Does that mean...that's enough?"

"Merlin, no!" I laugh. "No, Sirius, I didn't mean that. I was hoping that was just...foreplay."

Sirius grins and pulls a hand through his hair. Gods, does he realise how handsome he is? His gaze drops to my lips, and then drags me to his mouth. There's no tentativeness, no gentleness; he takes my mouth with nothing but certainty, forcing me wide to allow his tongue, angling me how he wants me. The kiss is just as erotic as what we've just done.

He kisses me thoroughly, his arms wrapped round me, mine round his neck. After a few minutes, he pulls away, his forehead touching mine, keeping us connected.

"I have a proposition," he murmurs, "If you're amenable. No pressure."

"What is it?" I whisper, curious but already pretty certain my answer will be 'yes'.

"I own another property, the other side of London. Let me take you there, for the weekend? It's more comfortable than here, and we won't be disturbed. The last thing we need is Harry or Mooney turning up unannounced."

This wasn't what I was expecting - and Sirius' second property is news to me - but my heart leaps at the proposal of a whole weekend together, somewhere even more private.

"I'll go with you, Sirius, and the whole weekend might even come close to giving us enough time," I say lightly, only half-joking. "But not quite yet. There's one more thing I need here."

"Oh yeah?"

I lean forward and kiss him, giving him my tongue and relishing in how he downright defiles me. When I pull back, I whisper in his ear: "Before we leave, I need you to take me to your bed, Sirius, and fuck me."

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Sirius grins and takes my hand, wasting no time in leading me into the room next door, his bedroom. He leaves the lights off but mutters a charm to light the lamps on either side of the bed. We come to a stop next to the bed, and he slides his hands over my waist. The way he's looking down at me makes my heart race.

"Do you have any hard limits, pet?"

The question takes me by surprise, and I struggle to think of even one thing he could do that I wouldn't be wildly into right now. I swallow hard. "Um, not really."

His eyes are intense and he squeezes my waist firmly. "Not really? You're saying I can fuck any hole that I want, in any way I want?"

I nod, meekly, my cheeks burning under his gaze.

He shakes his head. "No. You must have some hard limit, Ginny, everyone does. Don't tell me what you think I want to hear."

I'm not, I really mean it in this moment, but I rack my brain nonetheless. I just want him, and I want whatever he'll give me. I trust him. But he's waiting for me to answer.

"Well, I don't want anyone else to be involved. No threesomes." I say, and he nods.

"Noted - I don't want to share you this weekend anyway." His hands slide down and palm my ass, pulling me up against him. He leans down and nips my neck, and then his voice is in my ear: "Your pussy belongs to me, pet, and trust me when I say I plan to take good care of it."

Gods, the idea of being owned by him makes me so hot I could combust. I rock against him, loving how he's touching my ass. I can feel his cock, hard against me.

"What about pain play, like spanking?" he asks.

"I like spanking," I whisper, my cheeks still burning. "Nothing too heavy, though."

"Got it." His hand goes to my hair and he wraps it around his fist, guiding my face to his until we're almost kissing. "If you change your mind at any point, you will tell me. Promise me, Ginny?"

I nod. "I promise." And with that, he kisses me, plundering my mouth, making me whimper with the way he's lightly pulling my hair. He pushes me back onto the bed and his body covers mine, his hands everywhere, touching me, squeezing me. I arch my back as he takes off my bra and immediately cups my breasts, pinching my nipples and rolling them between his fingers appreciatively. "You're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs against me.

I grab at his shirt, and he helps me unbutton it, shrugging it off. He stands for a moment to take off his jeans and boxers, before re-joining me on top of the covers. His cock is so hard.

I wrap my legs around his waist and lift my hips, enough that his cock presses to my entrance. "Fuck me, Sirius - I need you," I all but beg.

"I'm not wearing a condom," he comments mildly.

"I take a contraceptive potion," I gasp, "I want to feel you."

"Still not a good idea," he mutters, "If I get a feel for this pussy bare, I might never get enough." My pussy clenches at his possessive words.

I moan, and roll my hips again desperately. He's so close to being inside me. "Please, Daddy."

He exhales against my chest, holding still. He takes a steady breath, then grips my chin, locking eyes with me. "Not yet. Up to the headboard."

His tone leaves no room for argument, or anything other than immediate obedience. I scramble to obey, moving up the bed and resting against the pillows. He follows me and kneels between my legs, spreading my thighs and holding them down, parting me obscenely widely. "Now, keep still for me, darling."

He slides his hands up my thighs and over my pussy lips, tracing me, examining me, pressing my folds away from my clit. My body is shaking, making his simple command hard to obey. I can't take my eyes of his face, his expression full of lust and fire. I want him to consume me.

His head dips down and his tongue is there, licking me, sucking my clit. He pushes a single finger into me, followed by a second, filling me perfectly. I whimper. He drags his tongue over my pussy and I can't help but roll my hips. His other hand comes up and presses down on my stomach, holding me in place even as his fingers continue to push inside me. He's tasting me slowly, thoroughly, and he seems to be in no hurry. I try to be still, try to let the pleasure wash over me, and moans and whimpers escape my lips.

I feel the build up of an orgasm starting, that familiar pressure. I rock my hips, angling myself so that his fingers are working my g-spot perfectly. His keeps a steady rhythm and pressure with his tongue against my clit. I could weep, it feels so good. He groans, and it sends me over the edge, falling, flying into pure bliss as I come and cry out.

He slowly removes his fingers and ghosts a kiss over my clit, before looking up at me, grinning. He wipes his mouth with his hand and winks at me, and I give a shaky giggle, collapsing back into the pillows.

Sirius moves up my body and settles between my thighs, digging one hand into my hair and pulling my head to one side so he can kiss my neck. "That was so fucking hot, Ginny," he says, his words low and rough against my neck. "Your pussy is dripping for me. I can't wait to be inside you."

I want him. I want him, I can't form any thought other than that one. I roll my hips once again, seeking his cock, and this time and he doesn't stop me. "Lift your hips," he commands. I dig my heels into the mattress and lift my hips, and shifts so that his cock notches at my entrance.

"Are you giving me this pussy bare, pet?" It doesn't matter that we've already covered contraception; the fantasy has me feeling like his dirty plaything, and I adore it.

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl." With that, the head of cock is at my entrance, and he presses into me, wide and thick. I can't help a whimper escaping my lips as he sinks into me, stretching me almost uncomfortably wide despite my orgasm moments ago.

"None of that, baby girl, you can take it," he reassures me roughly, but he moves achingly slowly, in tiny strokes, filling me a fraction of an inch at a time. "You feel so good."

I moan again and he sinks the rest of the way into me in response.

"Ginny, you know that I respect you, right?"

I nod, surprised at the question. "Yes - why?"

"Because I'm about to fuck you with nothing but disrespect." He reaches down and grabs my ankles, lifting them and pressing my legs up towards his shoulders. And then he begins to fuck me in earnest, the angle so deep, moving slowly, dragging against my g-spot with every movement. I moan with each move, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter. He hitches my hips higher, sinking deeper, somehow.

"Fuck, Sirius - I'm so close," I moan.

"I'm not going to stop, baby, you're going to come around your Daddy's cock, aren't you?"

He pulls back and slams into me, the headboard giving a dull thump. "You need this cock deep inside you, don't you?"

"Yes, Daddy," I grind out, panting. He never stops, never pauses, fucking me so thoroughly that I couldn't stop my orgasm if I tried. He's still gripping my ankles, holding my legs, and I feel his grip tighten. He's losing control, driving me into more wildly, and knowing that he's close too only drives my pleasure higher. My orgasms sweeps over me and I surge up, crying out incoherently, biting his shoulder. Sirius growls but keeps fucking me through it, then follows me over the edge, his strokes getting rougher and harder until he grinds into me, filling me up. I sob, the sound muffled against his shoulder as he releases my ankles and leans down to kiss my mouth.

He pulls back enough to look at my face, studying my expression. I manage a weak smile, and run my hands over his back. "You felt absolutely incredible, Ginny," he murmurs, "So fucking good."

I sigh, contentedly. "That was so good. So good."

He chuckles, gently drifting his fingers over the damp hair at my temple. I lean up and our lips meet again. This time, the kiss is gentle, slow. Neither of us demands anything from the other.

Eventually he gently pulls out of me, and lays next to me. I snuggle against his chest and he runs a hand up and down my back. I don't mean to fall asleep, I really don't, but my eyes are heavy and before I know it, I'm drifting off cosily, wrapped up in Sirius.

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Chapter 5

I wake up pressed against Sirius, his warm, strong body spooning me from the back. His cock is making itself known, and I can’t help but roll my hips a little, rubbing along his length. He groans and pulls me tighter back into him, and I smile without opening my eyes. At some point during the night I woke up briefly, and I’m now wearing his shirt, which smells deliciously of him. This feels…nice.

"Are you awake, Ginny?"

I reach up and trail my fingers over his forearm where it bands across my ribs just under my breasts. "Mmhmm."

He doesn’t reply but holds me tighter, burying his face in the back of my neck. I think I feel the brush of his lips against my skin, but I can't be sure. It’s been so long since I woke up to someone new like this. This is incomparable to waking up to anyone else, though. This isn’t a one night stand, a hungover morning in the bed of someone who will want to usher me out shortly. It’s not the morning after a first night with a new boyfriend, either, although somehow it doesn’t feel any less safe or comfortable. This time with Sirius is anything but simple, but it feels that way right now. Two adults who have known each for years, who care for each other, who want each other in this way. Two people who have agreed to a weekend, the terms clear.

And Sirius makes me feel safe. He didn’t judge me last night, didn’t make me feel guilty or messed up for turning up on his doorstep to seduce him. Didn’t push me on what had happened with Harry. Didn’t push me on anything at all, in fact - he checked in with me constantly and made me communicate - and it was so fucking hot.

His callused hands palm my breasts under the shirt, drawing me out of my thoughts and firmly back into my body. His cock is still hard against my ass. He lightly pinches my nipples and I moan.

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep like that last night,” I say, stretching. “I know you wanted us to leave.”

“It’s really not a problem, Ginny. It’s not your fault that I wore you out.” I find the charming smugness in his voice endearing. “I’d stay in bed right here with you all day,” he murmers, if I weren’t so concerned about a certain someone disturbing us.”

I twist in his arms and he lets me, shifting to give me room to sling my leg up around his waist. I wrap my fist around his cock and meet his eye. “May I?”

“Oh by all means,” he grins, his hands finding my breasts again.

"Do you think we have time to spend a little longer in bed?” I ask sweetly, as I drag his broad head over my slit. I'm already wet from how he was touching me, already aching for him.

He groans, digs his hand into my hair and urges my head back so he can growl in my ear. "I think it’s worth the risk, pet.”

I notch him at my entrance and he thrusts into me, just the tiniest bit.

“Use me, Sirius.”

"I fully intend to." He kisses me, rough and intense, but he doesn't thrust into me like I expect. Sirius kisses me like the head of his cock isn't inside me already, like we're just making out for the sake of making out. It’s driving me mad, but not in a way that is entirely pleasant. It feels like he’s denying me, and I don’t want that right now.

Before I can express that verbally though, he senses it. Siris rolls onto his back and takes me with him so I’m straddling him. The tip of his cock is still inside me, still just an inch.

“You look ridiculously sexy wearing my shirt like that,” he growls, running his hands up my torso all the way to my neck, and then down my back.

“Sirius,” I plead, desperate for him to enter me.

He raises an eyebrow at my impatience. “Take it off, babygirl. I’m not going to fuck you until I can see every inch of your gorgeous body.”

I hurriedly obey, pulling the shirt off over my head, inhaling the smell of him on the fabric. I look down at him pleadingly.

“You want Daddy’s cock?” He asks, his hands squeezing my thighs.

“Yes.”

“Then take it, pet.”

‘Finally’, I think, but don’t say out loud.

I go to sink down the rest of the way onto his length, but despite being turned on already, I find I have to fight my body to take him another inch deeper. He watches me writhe and squirm with his eyebrow cocked, seeming completely unaffected by my struggle. It's really, really hot. "Problem?"

"No, Daddy.”

"You sure?" He shifts a little but still makes no move to help me. "Because you say you want my cock, but you're not taking it like the good girl I know you can be."

Fuck, that shit’s hot. I have no business being this turned on by his tone, but this isn’t the time to dissect that.

I sob out an exhale as I sink another inch onto him. Was he this big last night? I've never had a problem doing the bare minimum of foreplay before sex, but I've also never been in an experience like this. And Sirius is big. Something like humiliation heats my skin, but it gets all tangled up with desperate need and desire. I circle my hips, trying to force him deeper. "I'm trying."

"Mmm." He watches me for a few moments and then sighs in something like disappointment. "Ginny..."

"I'm trying." Against all reason, my lower lip quivers. I’m too wound up, full of need.

I plant my hands on his chest and sink down a little more. He's too big, I'm too full, I don't know if I'm enjoying this or if it just aches. "I'm trying, Daddy. I promise."

Another of those disappointed sighs and he finally moves, his hands reaching for my hips. "You’re as stubborn as I am.”

"What?"

"You need something from me, Ginny? Just ask for it." He lifts me off his cock and sets me on his hard stomach. Sirius holds my gaze as he wets his thumb and then presses it to my clit. A slow circle has me fighting not to roll my hips. On the third one, I forget myself and just do it. I grind down on his stomach wantonly and shamelessly. Maybe I should be self-conscious, but the way he looks at me burns me up just as much as his thumb's slow circles. "That's right, sweetheart. Just like that."

My pleasure coils tighter and tighter. "Why does everything you do to me feel so good?"

"Because I know what I'm doing." He urges me up a little and pushes two fingers into me, spreading me more with each stroke. I shudder as I push my hips down, the angle so, so perfect. "Because we fit in a twisted sort of way.”

"Sirius..."

But he doesn't give me a chance to respond. He pulls me up to straddle his face and then his mouth is on my pussy and I'm not thinking about anything but the orgasm barreling down upon me as I ride his face.

"Ahhhh, fuck." I come so hard, I have to plant my hands on the headboard to keep from collapsing. And he doesn't stop. He holds me in place and keeps kissing my pussy like he has all the time in the world.

"Fuck, Sirius." I bite down hard on my bottom lip. "I love what you do to me."

"Don't move, darling." He slides down and then he's at my back, his hands on either side of mine on the headboard. Sirius nudges my thighs wider and thrusts slowly into me.

This time, my body welcomes him and he sinks to the hilt in one smooth stroke. He keeps us like that, him impossibly deep, his big body surrounding me, his rough breathing in my ear.

I try to thrust back onto him, but there's nowhere to go. He has me pinned with his cock and body. Sirius kisses my neck, my shoulder, and then his voice is in my ear again,

"I’m so proud of you, babygirl. You’re submitting to me beautifully.”

I get even hotter at his words, the switch up from disappointment and light humiliation to this warmth and pride. The fantasy, and parts of me he’s unlocking with it, is not what I expected when I started it, but I’m loving every second.

“I need you to hold on to the headboard now, I can’t hold back anymore,” he says firmly.

“Yes, Daddy,” I moan, gripping more tightly even as my legs feel like they’re about to give out.

Sirius shifts back and digs his fingers into my hips. It's all the warning I get before he starts fucking me without restraint, dragging me down his length as he thrusts forward, until his filling me consumes every part of my awareness. He drives into me again and again, forcing every conscious thought from my mind. There's no room for them right now.

He grabs one of my hands and presses it to my clit. "Make yourself feel good, pet."

There’s no part of me that could disobey. I press the heel of my palm against my clit and grind as much as I can against it. Pleasure rises in waves, edging me closer and closer to where I need to be.

"Good girl." Sirius murmurs, and I grind faster and harder, writhing as much as I'm able to. Within seconds I come hard, clamping down on him. Sirius presses an insistent hand to my back, urging my face down to the mattress but keeping my ass in the air. It allows him deeper yet. I half-expect him to pound into me, but he slows down as if savoring the feel of me. He strokes a hand down my back. "You feel so fucking good," he murmurs and pulls out almost all the way to pump just the head of his cock into me. "You look even better. I love watching your pussy spread to take me. And you take every inch, don't you, babygirl, when you surrender to me?"

I fist the sheets and moan. "Yes, Daddy."

"You'll give yourself to me over and over this weekend, won't you? Because you trust me. You trust me to take care of every need, every filthy, beautiful desire.”

It's a fight not to slam back onto his cock, not to beg him to fuck me deep again.

"Yes." I force out.

"Good girl." He releases a long breath and then he's doing exactly what I need, shoving deep into me, once again fucking me like he truly owns me, like I've been stubborn and tested his patience and he's going to punish me with his cock.

He curses and then he's pressed against my back again, shoving my legs wider yet. I bury my face in the mattress and shriek as I come. This time, Sirius follows me over the edge. He pounds into me, growling my name as he fills me up. Then he presses a devastatingly gentle kiss to the top of my spine as he shifts us onto our side.

I stare blindly at the wall, trying to process the sheer amount of pleasure against how hot his words make me.

Sirius eases me onto my back and looks down at me, studying me carefully. He smooths my hair back gently. “How do you feel?”

I take a moment to choose my words. “I feel…challenged. In a great way,” I add quickly. “I didn’t realise how much I desire this sort of thing.”

“To be dominated?” Sirius clarifies.

“Yes.” I can feel myself blushing. “The Daddy thing. The tone you use with me.” Against all odds after what we’ve just done, I want to hide my face.

“That’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Ginny,” he says reassuringly. “I’m enjoying it too, very, very much. We can keep exploring it this weekend, if that’s what you’d like.”

I nod, searching his eyes for any trace of judgment and finding nothing but sincerity.

“Good.” He leans down and plants a gentle kiss on my lips. “Go and shower, sweetheart - I’ll send one of the elves to fetch some clothes from your place. You should probably be dressed - at least until I get you where we’re going.”

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Chapter 6

--Sirius--

For the first time since I bought it, I wish I'd had my West London loft connected to the Floo network. Ginny has never set foot here - nor has any other witch or wizard - and so Apparition inside is out of the question. She knows Holland Park and assures me she feels confident Apparating there, and so we find ourselves blinking in the bright autumnal morning as we meet by the Japanese Garden to walk the remaining distance. I should have known better than to worry about a Quidditch pro's Apparition abilities, but I can't deny that I'm feeling overly protective of her, and whisking her safely from one house to another would have been preferable.

"Hello again," she says as I reach her, and the hint of shyness in her voice melts me. I take her hand and lift it to my lips to kiss the back of it, before turning to lead her in the right direction. 

We walk quietly, enjoying the sunshine and peace of the park, then down through the cobbled Mews. Ginny seems content to let me lead, holding my hand and admiring the picturesque carriage houses. This feels so good, so normal - and I have to catch myself before I let a different type of fantasy take hold. We're not a couple, this isn't how every Saturday morning could be. This is just one weekend, and I can't let myself start imagining more. 

We reach my apartment building and I direct Ginny into the lift, pressing the button for the loft on the top floor. As the doors close, I grin as I see her peeking up at me from the corner of my eye. I can guess exactly what she's thinking, and I turn immediately, not wasting a moment as the lift begins to ascend. I push her backwards to the wall, cup her face with my hands, and our lips meet. She moans and I take advantage of the opening it gives my tongue, exploring her mouth. I'm certain that this weekend isn't long enough; I could kiss her for hours and not be bored of her taste, her feel, her. 

"Are you going to be as sweet as this all day?", I ask as I pull back, still cupping her face.

She looks up at me through her eyelashes. "I can't make any promises, Daddy."

I laugh as the lift doors open, and walk her backwards into the loft. I wait for the doors to shut behind me, closing off the exit unless one has the key, and place a charm on top for good measure, and then I release her. 

Ginny turns in a slow circle. I follow her gaze, seeing the space through her filter. I bought this place years ago in an act of desperate escapism - somewhere as unlike Grimmauld Place as I could find, somewhere with no connection at all to my ancestors, the Order, the Wizarding community in general. Wide open space with white walls and pale wooden floor, and windows stretching the entire length of the apartment, going from room to room. I hired a Muggle interior designer when I realised my own skills in that department were lacking, and she added accents of burnt red and gold with pieces of furniture and textiles: tasteful but warm. 

Ginny turns back to face me. "It's beautiful, Sirius. No one else knows about this place?"

"No one," I admit, "I wanted somewhere that was just mine. I don't cope well without my own space and privacy."

She steps back towards me and into my arms, looking up at me intently. "Thank you for bringing me here. I promise I won't tell anyone it exists."

It hadn't crossed my mind that she would, but I appreciate the sentiment all the same, the acknowledgment that this space is meaningful to me. 

"Right," I say decisively, "Breakfast. I'm going to make omelettes. Why don't you explore a bit? I've put your things in the bedroom." 

Ginny agrees but heads towards the living room windows first, clearly keen to spend longer on the view. I make my way to the kitchen, turning my attention reluctantly away from her and to how I can maximise our time together, for both of us...

-- Ginny --

I had no idea what to expect from Sirius' secret pad, but I couldn't have imagined somewhere like this, as completely opposite to Grimmauld Place. It's luxurious, yes, but not overstated or lavish. The furniture and fabrics are undoubtedly expensive, but they also look cosy and soft. More importantly though, I'm struck by what it means that he trusts me enough to bring me here, to reveal this place to me. It's not lost on me that this means something, but I can't let myself dwell on foolish hopes about 'us'. We agreed to a weekend. I'm only setting myself up for more heartache if I forget that fact. However lovely and natural it felt to walk through the park together, hand in hand...

I scold myself and focus on the apartment. I can hear Sirius moving about in the kitchen, and the delicious smell of peppers and potatoes frying has reached the open plan living area I'm standing in. I head down the corridor which I assume leads to the bedroom, noting the floor length bookshelves, artfully decorated. The bedroom is gorgeous, as bright and airy as the rest of the loft, with a huge bed, 2 large houseplants on either side of the bedside tables, and not much else other than a glorious view across Holland Park and towards Kensington Palace.

True to his word, Sirius has put the things his house-elf gathered from my place on the end of the bed. I laugh out loud and cover my mouth when I see what he's left me: the outfit I wore last Christmas, on the day he watched me in the mirror - except it's been...modified. That day I was wearing a white long sleeved cropped jumper, a brown and white tartan skirt, and knee socks. What lies before me now is a jumper that is so cropped it will leave my entire stomach on show and expose half my breasts if I lift my arms, and a skirt so short that the curve of my arse will be on show too. The socks have been left un-transfigured, and I also find a tiny pair of white lace panties. It sends a thrill through me to know what Sirius was imagining I had on under the skirt.

The smells from the kitchen tell me I don't have much time, so I set about changing into this skimpiest of outfits. It's lucky the loft is heated to a good temperature; I would freeze to death in Grimmauld Place dressed like this. I turn to the full length mirror on one wall and admire myself, lifting my arms above my head to see my nipples peeking out from under the jumper. It sends a bolt of heat through me and I wet my lips. 

I find Sirius in the kitchen, plating up the omelettes. He barely looks at me as he slides a plate across the white marble counter and sets a steaming mug of coffee next to it. "Eat."

I wait, but he's going to some effort not to look at me, intent on pouring coffee for himself. I wander round to his side of the counter to stand in front of him, clasp my hands in front of me and say, in a tone as sweet as sugar, "You aren't going to tell me if you like my outfit, Daddy?"

He goes still. "It's fine."

This won't do. I fake a yawn and stretch my arms over my head, the air teasing my exposed breasts. My nipples are longing for his attention already. When I lower my arms, I have it.

"You're dressed like a slut, Ginny. You walk around my home looking like that and you won't like what happens."

Desire courses through me. I pout. "You don't like it?" I lean against the counter top, feeling my skirt ride up.

Suddenly, his hands are on my hips, dragging the skirt up to expose every inch of me. "Ginny," he growls, "Where the fuck are your panties?"

I bite my lip to stifle a grin - finally I've got the reaction I craved from him, bringing us back onto the solid ground of the fantasy we created back at Grimmauld Place. "I didn't want to wear them," I say innocently, "I don't like them."

Sirius squeezes my ass cheeks, his thumbs brushing my pussy. He parts me slowly. I don't doubt that he has very extensive privacy charms to protect us from view through the windows, but still it feels deliciously wicked to be framed in his kitchen like this, surrounded by floor to ceiling glass.

"And who are you planning on fucking in this slutty outfit, pet? Because you didn't dress like this solely to spend a day at home."

I try to turn around, but he's easily holding me in place, stroking me and squeezing me but not giving me the contact I need. I can't even roll my hips with how tightly he's gripping me.

"I'm planning on fucking you, Daddy." I want to push him the same way he insists on pushing me, frustrate him, so I add: "But if you won't give me what I need, maybe I'll go find it somewhere else."

His hand is gone, but I barely register its absence before he spanks me hard enough that I cry out. "Ow! What the hell?"

"That's right, Ginny," He spanks me again, just as hard but this time on the other cheek. "What the hell? You want to provoke a reaction by being a little slut in my house? This is the one you get." A third and fourth spank have me trying to get away, but he grabs the back of my neck and holds me in place. He spanks me twice more and tears well in my eyes. My ass feels like it's on fire, and I can't catch my breath - but the heat creates a pulsing in my pussy in time with my racing heart. 

"I'm sorry, Daddy!" I cry out.

"Sorry I called you on it, you mean," he counters. He doesn't spank me again, just keeps my face pinned to the counter. He goes back to squeezing each cheek, ramping up the heat I'm experiencing. He dips his hand between my thighs leans in to murmur in my ear: "You love even this. You are fucking shameless, baby girl."

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again. I promise."

"Lies," Sirius says, urging my legs apart. "But I'll give you a chance to prove it's the truth. Be a good girl. Stand exactly like this and don't move." He drags a finger through my wetness. 

"Okay," I whisper, my heart still racing. He removes his hand from my neck and runs it down my back as he moves behind me. I hear him go to his knees and then his mouth is on me, kissing my smarting ass and then spreading my pussy and running his tongue thoroughly over my clit. My legs start to tremble.

"I'm not the only one who likes being bad, am I, Daddy?" He sucks hard on my clit in response. "What would your friends think if they knew you have your mouth all over your daughter-in-law's pussy?"

Sirius gives me a long lick, and pushes two fingers into me without restraint. "Ex, Ginny. Ex daughter-in-law."

"But you wanted to do this before that was true. You wanted me to come all over your face when I was still his."

He leans back and delivers another stinging slap to my ass, as I cling onto the counter. "You. Are. Not. His."

I moan. "No, I'm not. I'm yours, Daddy." I arch back towards him but he doesn't resume his licking. I whimper. "Please, make me come. I promise I'll be quiet now." Sirius exhales against my burning cheeks.

"No," he says coolly.

"What?" I blink.

"No." He stands up and tugs my skirt down. "A punishment isn't to be enjoyed, sweetheart. Go and put your panties on, now. Don't make me ask you again."

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Chapter Seven

My entire body feels like an exposed nerve as I stumble back to the bedroom to obey, the denied pleasure almost tormenting me. I pull the white lace panties on and the fabric against my aching ass and pussy solicits a mildly petulant moan from me.

When I return to the kitchen, Sirius nods for me to sit next to him, and we eat in a heavy, sexually-laden silence. I offer to wash up by hand, partly because I've left my wand in the bedroom, but mostly to give my ass a chance to recover with some time standing up. Sirius plants a kiss on the back of my neck as I stand at the sink, his broad hands squeezing my waist from behind, then leaves me to it.

I find him in a cosy study off the main living room, on the other side of the loft from the bedroom. A Muggle record player is playing something soothing and jazzy, and Sirius is sitting in one of two comfy round-back curved chairs at a small table, setting up counters on a familiar Backgammon board.

"You brought Backgammon?" I ask, pausing in the arched doorway to the study.

"It's been a while since we played." Sirius tosses the dice in the air and winks at me. Harry never enjoyed this game, favouring games of Wizarding Chess if anyone else was at Grimmauld Place, or strategizing by himself when it was just the three of us, but Sirius knew how to play and taught me one Christmas, so we'd spent many quiet evenings by the fire in the long kitchen at Grimmauld Place, playing.

I'm still hesitating. "Ginny, sit down and play with me." He says it so simply, and I find I don't want to argue and do want to play, so I take the seat opposite him, curling my legs beneath me.

"Race to five points?" I ask, and Sirius agrees. We each throw a die to determine who goes first; I throw a six and begin moving my counters. We fall into the rhythm of the game quickly, as if it hasn't been months since we last played.

"I'm sorry I stopped coming round as often," I say, "Things got hard with..." I stop myself before I say his name. I don't want to talk about him. Things with Harry had become decidedly tricky over the last year; we'd lost the easy friendship we once shared, and with it the romance had taken a hit too.

Sirius just looks at me, no judgement in his face. He rolls his dice and continues the game. After my next turn he says: "How's work going?"

I'm grateful for the steer to safer ground. "I love it, honestly. The team is fantastic, the most fun group of women. I've started writing the odd sports journalism piece for the Prophet, too, which is a nice new challenge."

"They preparing you for retirement?" he winks.

"Oi," I laugh, "You know I've got a good few years left in me yet. Besides, I refuse to retire until we've won at least 3 more Championships."

Sirius grins. He comes to most of my matches with Harry. I wonder if he'll still come, now that...

"Ginny, your turn." I swallow and roll once again.

"How about you? How's the workshop?" Sirius opened a shop on Diagon Alley a few years ago, selling enchanted items, with a workshop in the back where he spends most of his time, away from the steady stream of customers. He's worked with Dad on a few projects, and Remus spends many of his good days there as well. I know Sirius doesn't need the money, but he needed something to fill his days with, and I've seen over the years how much fulfilment the workshop brings him.

"Business is good," he says, "I'm working with Fred and George on a new project, but I don't dare tell you before they get their moment to do the 'grand reveal'".

I laugh again. The twins' shop is only a few doors down from Sirius', and they've got a shortcut from the back of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes to Padfoots'. I dread to think what the three of them are cooking up together, but have no doubt it will be a success.

We chat back and forth as we move our counters round the board, pretty equally matched as we win points. It feels so easy. Conversations with Harry had become so fraught over the last few months, with layers of hidden meaning, resentment, and eggshells for me to tread carefully over.

"Ginny."

I snap myself out of it and look up at him. "Sorry, I was thinking."

"Clearly not about the game, baby girl - you just won."

I look at the table and realise I have. "I guess I have. Sorry, Sirius, I didn't mean to ruin-"

"How many times do you reckon we played this game? Sitting in this kitchen in these specific spots?"

Kitchen...I blink, comprehension dawning quickly. He's painting a picture, drawing me into a new fantasy, back at Grimmauld Place.

"I don't know, Sirius...at least fifty." Often we played multiple games in a night, until Harry got bored and snappy and wanted to call it a night.

Sirius sits back and his chair and looks at me, eyes dark. "And you've worn that tease of an outfit at least a couple of those times."

My inner brat rises up. "It's Christmassy," I challenge.

"Is it?" He moves fast, grabbing the bottom of my chair and dragging it to the side of the table like it's nothing. My legs are still crossed beneath me, which, now the table isn't covering me, leaves me with no hint of modesty.

"At least you're wearing some panties now," Sirius says calmly, but I can all but feel the heat from him. He places a hand on the top of my thigh, the edge of his thumb brushing up against my centre through the lace.

I inhale sharply, and lean into the fantasy. I say in an urgent hushed tone, "Sirius, we shouldn't," and look over his shoulder to the imaginary spot where Harry would have been.

Sirius follows suit and glances behind him. "I just want to look, pet - you've teased me for so long."

I move slowly, feeling deliciously bad. I unfold my legs and place both feet on the edge of the chair, obscenely spreading my legs open for him. The table is in the way between my knees, and I know won't be able to slam my legs shut, which makes this feeling even hotter. "Like this?" I whisper innocently?

"Just like that, baby girl." He exhales slowly, his eyes bearing into me as if this is the first time we've crossed this line. He reaches down and hooks a finger beneath my panties, slowly shifting them to one side. It's even hotter than if he told me to take them off. He's not quite touching my pussy, but I can feel the heat of his palm. I'm shaking from desire, and from resisting the urge to grab his hand and direct his touch where I need it.

"You're just going to look?" I ask shyly.

"That's all I'm doing." His eyes meet mine as he moves his hand to cup me, letting one finger push dangerously close to entering me. "Oops," he breathes.

"Sirius," I gasp, but I don't make any move to stop him as he rubs my pussy and drags him thumb over my clit. My panties are still just pulled to one side, and the feeling of them on only heightens the sensations. "This isn't what I agreed to."

"Do you want me to stop?" he asks immediately.

I pretend to look over his shoulder again, at the empty study, the glorious views of London as the sun sets behind us. It doesn't matter that we haven't said his name; we both know the game we're playing.

"No," I whisper, "Don't stop. It's not like you're really touching me, right? I'm still fully clothed."

"That's right, Ginny, I'm not really touching you at all." He pushes a single, thick finger into me, and I fight down a moan, desperate to roll my hips. He adds a second finger, and I slump back in the chair. We're both being so quiet, it's as if there really is someone else in the house, as if we're once glance away from being caught.

"We can't, Sirius,"

"Shhh." His other hand cups my face, forcing me to look at him properly. "I'll ask again: Do you want me to stop?" The arrogance in his eyes says he knows full well I don't.

"No. But you said you only wanted to look. Don't you want to see me properly?"

"Bad girl. Show me." He stands suddenly, withdrawing his hand and catching me around the waist to lift me onto the table, the board swiftly pushed aside. Counters fall to the floor and we ignore them. "Hold your panties to the side again," he commands, and I eagerly comply, feeling filthy. I want to push him further, so I use my other to part my pussy, putting myself on full, vulgar display.

"Do you like what you see?"

"Let me have a taste, Ginny," he leans forward, his hand covering mine, "Just once. No one will know."

"Yes," I agree, matching his soft volume. I hold myself open as Sirius dips his head down and drags his tongue over me. Again and again he licks me like this, as I hold as still as I can manage. He looks up and holds my gaze as he thrusts his tongue into me.

"That feels so good, Sirius," I gasp.

"Say my name like that and I might forget myself and fuck you right here, baby girl."

"I think you should," I urge, slipping my fingers into his hair. He rests his forehead on my lower stomach for a couple of seconds. "It hardly counts, I'm still wearing my panties like a good girl."

He stands and unbuttons the front of his jeans, eyes never leaving mine as he draws his cock out.

"Would a good girl be dripping for me, on the table, in the middle of the house?" he challenges. I watch him push the broad head of his cock into me, only offering me an inch.

"I'll be quiet," I offer, trying to shift my hips to pull him closer.

He grips my thighs and lifts, pressing them toward my chest and sinking deeper, inch by inch. I moan, loudly, and he pauses.

"Ginny," he scolds in a warning tone, "You have to be quiet, or I will stop."

"Cover my mouth," I say quickly, a bolt of pure lust flooding through me as I say it.

"Cover your mouth?" he repeats.

I nod. "Please. Cover my mouth. Hold me down. Fuck me, Daddy."

Sirius chuckles, holding perfectly still within me as my pussy pulses around him. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, baby girl? Cover your mouth, hold you down, fuck you." He leans down and kisses the side of my throat. "Then you can pretend you're still being a good girl. That you're not a little slut who's dripping for my cock, holding her pussy open for her father-in-law."

His breath against my neck and the rough words have me moaning, and that's when he moves again. He lifts his head, and does as I asked, covering my mouth with a rough hand. "But I'm not going to hold you down, Ginny. You don't get to pretend you're anything but eager for what you're getting."

His cock feels impossibly big as he forces it the rest of the way into me. "You can tell yourself this doesn't count, baby girl, but we both know the truth." He fucks me in long strokes, barely pausing to guide my hands to my thighs, forcing me to hold them even closer to my chest, spreading myself as wide as possible for him. I moan again and the sound is trapped against his palm. Pleasure coils tighter and tighter inside me, even as I try to keep my orgasm at bay. Even with his hand covering my mouth I'm not being quiet. He works my G-spot perfectly.

I pull his palm off my mouth for a second, to say: "We have to be quick, Sirius. We'll get caught."

He clamps his hand hard around my jaw and glowers down at me. "You've been denying me this pussy, Ginny, but now it's mine. I'll fuck you for as long as I want. Is that clear?"

"Yes," I whimper.

"Mmm, fuck," he growls, "You feel how your pussy clamps around my cock when I remind it who it belongs to?" He keeps thrusting. "You like it when I'm possessive." It's a statement not a question, but I can't help but answer.

"I like feeling owned by you." It feels dangerous to say, in a different way. Something flickers in Sirius' dark eyes that I can't label. He pulls out of me, take the crotch of my panties in his fist and drags them down my legs.

"Wait-"

"I'm keeping these. No shields, Ginny. You might be a little slut but you're mine now. And my baby girl asks for what she wants."

I'm already reaching for him. "Make me come, Daddy."

"With pleasure." I expect him to resume fucking me but he surprises me with his mouth instead. He's not teasing me this time, no more long strokes with his tongue. He's pursuing my pleasure as if it's the only thing on earth that matters, savouring me, devouring me, sucking my clit like it's his favourite candy. I come so hard I feel like I might black out.

Sirius pulls me up and gathers me to him, holding me close as I come back to myself. He kisses me, gently brushing his lips on mine.

"It's never been like this before," I say, clinging to him. I suddenly feel a bit vulnerable and raw, but he's steady beside me.

"It's never been like this for me, either."

It's reassuring to hear, but somewhere deep in my mind an alarm bell tries to get my attention. Are we both in too deep with this?

"Sirius," I start, but trail off. He doesn't say anything, doesn't move. I can't have this conversation right now.

Instead, I slide off the table and sink down to my knees in front of him. He looks slightly disappointed at my abandoned attempt at words, but he runs his fingers through my hair and shifts it to wrap around his fist. The other hand he wraps around his cock and taps it to my bottom lip. "Open."

"Do you remember what I said last night, baby girl?" he asks, slowly thrusting into my eager mouth.

I nod, my eyes wide and meeting his gaze.

"This time, I want you to swallow every drop of me."

I suck him down eagerly, taking him as deep as I'm able in response. He's still holding my hair in one fist but I bob up and down as much as I'm able to, ignoring the ache in my jaw.

"That's right, baby girl, take me deep. Fuck, you feel good," he groans and it spurs me on even more. I fist my hand around his cock when I feel my gag reflect kicking in, moving my hand as a counter to the way I'm sucking him. He curses and pulls tighter on my hair.

"Sweet Circe, I'm close," he moans, and I suck harder still. When comes, I swallow him down, sucking until he drags me off his cock. I lick my lips wickedly, and he laughs roughly, pulling me to my feet and kissing me. It's now completely dark outside, and the windows have created a mirror. I lean against him, content with his arms around me as I gaze at our reflection. "Fuck," he breathes into my hair, "How could I ever get enough of you?"

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Chapter 8

--Sirius--

I leave Ginny in the main living room, settling down on the sofa, having handed her the TV remote and a blanket. I can tell she needs a rest, and we both need more food, so I set about making us dinner. When I check on her twenty minutes later, though, I find her fast sleep, the TV still off. I can't deny that my heart swells as I look at her. Fondness doesn't begin to cover it, and if anything feels vaguely patronising after what we've done together this weekend. I turn off the stove back in the kitchen, and then return to Ginny to gently pick her up and carry her to bed. I'm trying my best not to dwell on my feelings.

I carefully undress her and then myself before tucking us in. Ginny stirs, just long enough to say sorry for falling asleep, and I tell her we both need the rest. There's no part of me that needs an apology from her. I wrap my arms around her and fall asleep within minutes.

When the morning comes, and I start to wake with my nose buried in Ginny's hair, unforgivable thoughts flood my mind before my rational side has a chance to put its defences up: I want to keep this woman. I want her to be mine. Not just this weekend. It hits me that it's Sunday, that this time together is hurtling towards an end. The thought physically hurts.

I can't go there. I shut those thoughts down. Ginny came to me for night together. That's what she asked for, and what we agreed to. I managed to turn that into a weekend. I can't be selfish and try to push her into something more. What I can do, what I will do, is give her another day of pleasure. 

I can feel that Ginny is waking up as well, and I start to gently stroke the parts of her within my reach: her arm, her side, her hip, and down her thigh. She sighs contentedly and pushes back into me, her body soft and warm. I cup her breast and play my thumb over her nipple, my cock hardening as quickly as her nipple. She moans and rolls over to face me. As she does, I take the opportunity to press my thigh between her legs. Her breath catches at the sensation, and I waste no time in claiming her mouth, kissing her deeply. She digs her hands into my hair, pulling me closer, and the only thought left in my mind is how much I need her. I feel intoxicated. 

I catch the back of her knee and urge her leg up to curl around my waist, and take advantage of the new position by pressing her even closer against my thigh. I love that we haven't said a word to each other, that we're moving together on instinct and trust, reading each other's cues and delicious sounds of pleasure. I grip her ass and guide her to ride my thigh, and she responds with a groan, grinding against me. We are both completely naked and I can feel how wet she is, and knowing how turned on she is, how good this feels to her, makes my cock throb. I drag my mouth down her throat and kiss and nip the skin where her neck meets her shoulder, making her shudder. 

"That's it, baby," I encourage her, keeping my voice low. "I am so pleased with you. Knowing you're wet and ready for me, that I can have you as soon as we wake up." She lets out another shuddering breath, helplessly grinding, picking up her pace. 

"I'm going to come like this," she gasps, and I give a final press against her centre with my thigh, which sends her over the edge. She cries out involuntarily as she orgasms, and I pull her into me, kissing her hair and exposed shoulder. 

After a few minutes of holding each other, Ginny lifts her head and looks up at me, almost coyly. She's either blushing or flushed from her orgasm, but either way she looks utterly delicious. "Hi," she says with a soft giggle, and kisses me again. My cock twitches and she feels it, and reaches down to touch me. But I have another idea.

"I'm in no hurry to wrap this up, pet," I tell her, gently pulling her hand away from my aching cock. "In fact, I'd very much like to tie you to this bed." Her lips part slightly as she draws in a breath. She's nodding before I even ask the question: "Would you like that?"

"Yes - and I promise I'll tell you if I change my mind and I promise I'll tell you if it's too tight." She says the sentence so fast and eagerly that I can't help but grin. I strongly suspect this might be a fantasy she's harboured for a while. As adorable as her reaction is though, I like the communication even more, and knowing that she wants this as much as I do. 

"Good girl. The rope shouldn't pinch, and nothing should tingle. You need to tell me immediately if if does." She nods. I trust her. 

I reach into my bedside draw and pull out a length of silky rope. "Sit up and put your hands in front of you, sweetheart." She obeys quickly, but I make her wait as I run the rope through my hands, checking it. I see Ginny shift in anticipation, or impatience. When I'm ready, I find the approximate middle of the rope and gently hook it around the back of her neck, then work carefully, crisscrossing it in front of her, binding her elbows, her breasts, and finally her hands, palm to palm as if in prayer. I sit back and take her in. "You are perfect."

I gently take her chin and guide her to look to the side of the room, where I a full length mirror rests against the wall. I move behind her, and meet her eyes in our reflection. "Look how beautiful you are, my darling."

Ginny moans as I run my hands lightly over her arms and the undersides of her breasts, teasing her before I circle her nipples with my fingers. She leans back into me. "Please, Sirius." I note that she's not calling me Daddy, and I find that I like it. As hot as the fantasy of earlier this weekend was, today feels raw, feels like us. We're not playing a game: this morning it is pure passion. 

"I will give you everything you need, love," I tell her. 

I twist and pluck at her nipples, and at the same time nudge her thighs wide, admiring the reflection of her pussy in the mirror. My eyes can't stray from her face for long, though: watching her expression contort with pleasure and need is like a drug to me.

I run one hand down her stomach and cup her pussy, before easing two fingers easily into her. My cock is aching against her back. I move my fingers firmly but slowly, exploring her, savouring how wet she is. "Is this all for me?"

"It's all for you," she gasps and cries out, arching her back as I find her g-spot and press my fingertips against it.

"Good girl." With my other hand, I start to stroke her clit, determined to give her another orgasm. It doesn't take long for her to come undone, gorgeously and loudly. When she catches her breath, I see her try to reach for me, only to be stopped short by the bondage holding her in place. 

"Sirius, I want to touch you," she pleads.

I pull her close, one hand splayed across her stomach, and whisper in her ear: "When I'm finished, you can make requests. If our time together is limited, I'll be damned before I cut any part of this short."

Our eyes meet in the mirror's reflection. I see her swallow, and her lower lip quivers. "Sirius."

"Ginny." The moment stretches out between us, so much in those single words. All the things I cannot say press against my lips. 

I break the moment by moving to her front, never breaking contact with her, and kissing her. She tries to reach for me again, and I respond by starting to unwind the rope. When her hands are free, she wraps her arms around me, and we clasp each other. The kiss feels heavy with everything unsaid.

Finally, she pulls back. "You said you'd tie me to the bed," she whispers.

"And I'm going to do just that."

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Chapter 9

--Ginny--

My body is on fire, my nerves alight with pleasure and desire. But something broke in me when Sirius referred to our time together being limited. I didn't have time when I woke up to feel disappointed that I fell asleep so early last night and slept through so many hours that could have been better spent with him. But that feeling has crept up and hit me now, coupled with his words. He said "how could I ever get enough of you?" yesterday, and earlier he called me 'love'... It feels different today than yesterday; we've dropped the Daddy fantasy. But I don't trust myself to believe that all that means anything, I can't allow myself to go there. I refuse to sit here and shed tears about what will happen this evening and ruin the hours I have left with him with my messy emotions.

I pull myself together and ask him to tie me to the bed; it's a distraction from the weight on my chest, yes, but I also want it desperately, and my body is already begging to come again. 

I extend my arms to Sirius once again, and watch as he binds my wrists together, looping the rope several times down my forearms and into careful knots. It feels good, and I'm happy to have got to experience this with him for the first time. I clear my mind before the thought of not being with him again overwhelms me.

Sirius tests the rope: "Too tight?"

"No," I reassure him.

"Good." He guides me onto my back and loops the end of the rope behind the headboard and over the top. I expect him to tie another knot, but he presses the loose end into my hands: "Hold this. I trust you to obey me, love."

Fuck, that's hot. He's commanding me to hold myself down, and in doing so ensuring I'm still a completely willing participant in this. The bratty part of me wants to drop it, just to see how he'll react. But mostly I just want to please him, and that part wins. I tighten my fingers around the rope: "Okay."

He looks at me, and I can tell he is pleased. "Now we can begin properly." Sirius smooths my hair back from my face and kisses my forehead, the tip of my nose, my lips. I try to arch and deepen the kiss, but my movement is too restricted, and Sirius moves away before I can, kissing a trail down my shoulders and arms and finally to my breasts.

He lavishes them with attention until I'm shaking and there's not a coherent thought left in my head. Then he moves down, kissing my stomach, hips, thighs and all the way down to my ankles. He is worshipping me. Finally, he kneels between my thighs, and drags his knuckle down my pussy. "Perfect."

"You keep saying that word."

"I mean it." He pushes two, then three fingers into me. My body is so ready for him, although it has been since I woke up. "You're bold and brave and kind, Ginny. It's a privilege to take care of you this weekend, and I'm very glad you trusted me."

Shit. The tide of emotions are back, washing over me. Did he really just say that, so simply and sincerely? I try to smile, but my lip trembles again and I feel my eyes well up. I don't know what to say. "You're going to make it very hard for me to leave," I whisper.

He looks at me, and I feel like he's trying to see right through to my soul. He's removed his fingers from my pussy and presses my thighs wide. I can't bear to keep the eye contact, but as I close my eyes he braces himself against me and presses his cock into me. 

"Then don't leave," he says. I don't respond, I can't. He works into me in slow, shallow strokes, and I wrap my thighs around his hips, urging him deeper, moaning, doing everything but acknowledging what he just said. 

I lock my ankles around his back, binding him to me even as the rope holds me, and he keeps moving. He reaches between us to stroke my clit, and all at once I am barrelling towards orgasm. I cry out as I come around him, my pussy clenching around his cock. 

He slows his pace, giving me time to come back to myself. "I want to touch you now," I say, and he immediately reaches for the rope, unbinding my wrists.

I cup his face in my hands and pull him down to kiss him, and he finally loses the controlled pace he's been moving with. He drives into me, deeper, harder, pushing me towards another orgasm and grinding into me as he comes. The feeling of him filling me up makes me moan. 

He gives me a final, lingering kiss before withdrawing from me and collapsing next to me, pulling me onto him to rest my head on my chest while we recover. As our breathing steadies, the quiet starts to feel loaded. I'm scared to be the one to break it.

Eventually, Sirius does. "I meant what I said, Gin." I go still, close my eyes, even though he can't see my face. "What if you didn't leave?"

I suck in a deep breath, force myself to exhale. "I've been single for less than a week, Sirius."

"So?" He turns his head and kisses the crown of my head. "Stay."

I don't say anything. My head is spinning. 

"Tell me this wouldn't work, Ginny," Sirius continues. "Tell me you don't love how you feel when we're together."

I do, of course I do. My eyes burn. "Sirius, of course I do, please don't make me do this. I can't, it's too soon, it hurts too much." 

I feel him take an uneven breath, as if he's about to say something else, but he doesn't. He just gathers me even closer to him. "I'm sorry. I understand, love, I really do."

"Thank you."

"Just know that when you're ready, I'm going to be right here." My tears finally slip free and fall down my cheeks and onto his chest. He braces himself on his side, cups my face gently, and kisses me tenderly. "It's not goodbye yet. Okay?"

"Okay," I nod, and let him carry me into the bathroom. We barely stop touching, making each other come in the shower and then stumbling back into the bedroom, driven by mindless pleasure until the sun sets once again, our bodies give out and we pass out, tangled up in his bed. 

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I wake up late into the evening. Sirius is still asleep next to me; he looks so peaceful. I slowly disentangle myself from his arms and stand up quietly. I can't wear any of the clothes I have here to go back home in, so I decide to leave them, in the interests of not waking Sirius up. His shirt is on the back of a chair in the bedroom, and I put that on instead. It smells like him, and I know it will bring me comfort and sadness in equal measure in the weeks to come. 

I stand, frozen, looking at him. I am so, so tempted to climb back into bed, to take him up on his offer to stay. My chest aches.

"Ginny." I jump.

"I didn't realise you were awake."

He sits up, and drags his hand through his dishevelled hair. "It's ok, Gin. I know you have to go. You need time."

I take a shuddering breath. "Yes." I need time and space to get over Harry, to heal from the relationship, there's no getting round that. I need to be able to process it, in my own time. 

I walk over to his side of the bed, lean down and wrap my arms around him. He hugs me back, tightly. "I can't ask you to wait for me," I say into his shoulder. 

"You don't have to."

Before I end up back in the bed with him, I force myself to pull away. We look at each other. There's nothing more to say. 

"Bye, Sirius."

"Goodbye, love."

And then I Apparate. 

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Chapter 10

I don't know how it happens, but time works it magic on me. As the weeks and months pass the sadness begins to lift - and then comes resurgence. One day as I'm falling asleep I realise I haven't thought of Harry at all in a week, and even thinking of him now doesn't bring any sadness, just acceptance. It's taken me eight months to get here, but the ground finally feels steady beneath my feet again.

Those months haven't been completely void of Sirius. He sent me a note - along with a huge box of my favourite chocolates - a couple of days before Valentine's Day, checking in. The fall out from the breakup was still so raw, and I responded by owl, saying things still felt hard, and I just needed time. His response back came within the hour: "Take all the time you need, Ginny. Tell me if you need anything: I mean it."

Then, a couple of months after that, I showed up unexpectedly, and very drunk, at Grimmauld Place, after a girls' night out. I fell into Sirius' arms and tried everything I could to get him to fuck me again - well, everything my very drunk self was capable of. He turned me down, firmly but kindly, took me by Floo back to my flat, and saw me safely into bed, without so much as kissing me. I was completely furious, frustrated and rejected, until I woke up the next morning feeling like death and vowed never to touch another drop of firewhiskey in my life. I sent an owl the minute the pain relief potion had eased my aching head, apologising and thanking him for bringing me home. "Any time, Ginny." came his response, half an hour later.

Aside from that, I've tried to stay busy and focused on work, and my friends, as much as possible. Quidditch season started in June, and the 3 months of fixtures and build up to the championship gave me the final time I needed to feel completely like myself again. Now, at the end of August, even the joy of winning the Champsionship doesn't ease the only emotion that is still weighing me down: how deeply I miss Sirius. I've known instinctively that he's there, the door ajar for me - but I am a realist, and I'm also convinced he won't wait forever for me, nor should he.

I'm finally ready to move forward, and the only direction I'm interested in is Sirius - if he'll still have me. Nervous energy spurs me into action - am I too late?  I haven't gotten wind of him being with anyone else from our mutual friends and my family - but I know better than anyone how private he is. There's no reason any of us would know. 

I want to fly directly to Grimmauld Place, but I also want to reciprocate the respect he's shown me all this time. I send an owl instead: "I know it's been a while. I miss you, and I'm ready now. If you still want me. G xx"

I sit on my tiny balcony and wait anxiously, the late summer heat holding me still in anticipation and nerves. I can't do anything, can't think of anything else, until I hear back. My heart feels like it's in my stomach. My owl, Iris, returns less than 20 minutes later. I snatch the parchment, hands shaking.

"Come to the loft, love. S".

I almost trip over my own feet as a I stand up and tumble back inside to grab a bag. I catch sight of myself in the mirror and a wicked idea comes to me; Sirius' shirt is tucked away safely in my dresser. I haven't been able to bring myself to pull it out until now; the smell of him on it would have been a like a gut punch. But now I lift it up, and allow myself to inhale the woody, warm, lingering cologne - before stripping down, and slipping into it. Thank Merlin I can Apparate in this time. 

Minutes later, I appear in front of the lift, just inside the entrance to Sirius' loft. As I steady myself, I see Sirius stand from one of the armchairs, and move towards me, arms open. 

"Ginny." His voice is as warm as a bear hug. He embraces me, lifting my feet off the floor, and I wrap my arms around his neck. I don't think he's even noticed that I'm wearing his shirt and nothing else. I don't care. The weight of missing him melts away.

When we finally pull back and look at each other, we're both grinning. "Hi," I breathe. 

"Hi. I missed you," he says, running his hands up and down my arms, like he can't bear to stop touching me. "I'm glad you're here."

"I missed you too. Thank you for giving me time." 

"I meant what I said, sweetheart. I wanted you to have all the time you needed. How are you feeling now?"

I smile. "I feel like me again." I take a deep breath. "I feel like me again, and I can see things clearly. I came to you last December and told you I wanted you. I'm telling you again now, but I don't just mean for a night, or a weekend..." I trail off, losing my nerve. My heart is pounding.

Sirius, mercifully, steps in. "I want you too, Ginny. Not just a for a weekend. I'm not playing games with you this time, you don't get to walk away from me again. I'm going to be yours, and you're going to be mine, inside and outside this house."

"I want that," I say at once, "We'll have to deal with-"

"Ginny," Sirius cuts me off, "We're not going to worry about anything right now," and he leans down and his mouth is on mine, kissing me like he never doubted I'd find my way back to him, like he'll never get enough.