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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Sirius_Black/Ginny_Weasley, Ginny/Bill_(implied), Ginny/Ron_(implied)
  Character:
      Sirius_Black, Ginny_Weasley
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-05-08 Words: 3213
****** In The Wee Small Hours ******
by KatScratches
Summary
     Ginny has trouble sleeping in old houses. Set during OotP.
Notes
     This is not a new fic, but rather one that I've not posted here
     before.
In The Wee Small Hours
It was well after the clocks had struck twelve midnight when Ginny Weasley,
feeling rather peckish, decided to steal quietly down to the basement kitchen
of Grimmauld Place. The darkness pressed steadily in at her from all sides as
she crept through the sepulchral silence of the cavernous and cheerless house.
It wasn’t fair, she thought pettily, that she always had such trouble sleeping
in strange houses – and Merlin knew that the ancestral home of the Most Ancient
House of Black certainly qualified as strange. Hermione, with whom Ginny shared
an upstairs room, managed to fall asleep every night within five minutes of
turning off the lamp. Across the room, Ginny would toss and turn, often for
hours, until finally slipping into an uneasy slumber. She decided crossly that
Hermione must have somehow studied from a book how to fall asleep so easily.
The stairs to the basement kitchen were well-shadowed and steep, and without
the familiar glow from her wand-tip it was difficult to navigate them. Not for
the first time Ginny wished that underage witches and wizards were allowed to
use magic outside of school. At the bottom of the steps she paused, head cocked
slightly to one side. Had she heard something? She listened intently for a
moment, straining her ears, but the sound – if indeed there had been one – did
not repeat.
Probably just that horrible Kreacher, she thought, with an involuntary shudder.
She self-consciously tugged her t-shirt down slightly. The shirt was an old one
of Bill’s and hung awkwardly on her small frame, smelling vaguely of wind and
laughter and Quidditch. It never failed to bring her comfort in this awful
house, though she was fast outgrowing it. As it was, the shirt barely covered
enough of her bottom to be called decent.
Kreacher be damned, she thought resolutely. How Hermione can stick up for the
likes of him…Squaring her slight shoulders, she pushed open the heavy oaken
door.
There was someone in the kitchen after all, but it certainly wasn’t Kreacher.
Sirius Black sat at the far end of the long, scarred wooden table, his bare
feet propped up on one corner of it. A three-quarters empty bottle of
firewhisky was cradled in his lap, and he rubbed his thumb absently across its
rim as he eyed Ginny thoughtfully.
Ginny stopped where she was, framed in the doorway. She was suddenly, acutely
conscious of the way that her t-shirt barely skimmed the tops of her thighs.
“S-sorry,” she stammered. “I thought everyone was a-asleep.”
Sirius leaned precariously back in his chair, cocking an inquisitive eyebrow at
her. “Did you now,” he said flatly, raising the bottle to his mouth for a long
sip.
Ginny opened her mouth to explain that she’d been lying awake in bed, and that
she just knew she’d never be able to sleep properly without one of the sour-
cherry tarts her mother had hidden away in the back of the deep pantry. She
suddenly wanted to tell him everything – that she hated this house of his, that
she hated having to live in its dark and ill-tempered rooms for the summer. She
wanted to tell him that she hated that he was here, in his own kitchen, setting
her nerves on edge when all she’d wanted was a simple midnight snack. She
wanted to stop hating everything; it was bloody exhausting.
Instead she closed her mouth and said nothing.
“Kneazle got your tongue?” he scoffed, keeping his eyes on her as he licked a
stray drop from the rim of the bottle.
“No,” she said angrily, finding her voice. “I just wanted a snack, that’s all.”
Sirius waved his arm towards the pantry at the other end of the kitchen. “No
one’s stopping you,” he said. He watched her, a tiny smile flitting across his
lips, as Ginny shuffled across the kitchen while trying to unobtrusively pull
her t-shirt down as far as it would go.
The tarts were right where she remembered them, half-tucked behind a large sack
of sprouting potatoes and an odd purple cheese with a rather thick and nubbly
rind. The tarts been charmed to stay pleasantly warm, and as Ginny reached for
one, their sweet and fruity odour wafted up at her.
Her hand hovered over the tray of tarts for only a moment before she drew it
sharply back. If she took one, she realised, she’d have to either eat it here
in the pantry or out in the kitchen. She looked briefly around the cobwebby
pantry and shivered inwardly. For a pantry, it was enormous, but awkwardly
angled, the nearly impenetrable darkness swallowing up anything further than a
foot or two away. No, she couldn’t eat in here. And that meant…
Ginny peeked out into the low-ceilinged kitchen. Damn it, she seethed silently.
Sirius was still there, and looking more and more settled by the moment. He
unnerved her in ways she didn’t know a person could be unnerved. Yet to hear
Hermione or her own brother Ron speak of the infamous ex-convict Sirius Black,
he seemed as though he should be able to charm the pants off anyone – not
frighten a girl half to death simply by sitting innocuously in his own kitchen!
And he was watching her, she suddenly realised, ducking belatedly back into the
shadowy pantry. He’d been watching her watching him…
Maybe I’m not that hungry, she told herself unconvincingly. Her stomach gave a
tiny growl of protest which she ignored.I am not hungry. I am going to go back
upstairs to that horrible little room and stare at the ceiling while I listen
to Hermione mutter in her sleep about Arithmancy and Ancient Runes…
She nearly screamed when a light flared suddenly behind her, throwing the dusty
shelves into sharp relief. A hand fell firmly on her shoulder, and she let out
a startled squeak.
“You don’t want to scream,” Sirius said brusquely into her ear. “Your mother
will come running.” Ginny clamped her mouth shut as he thrust his wand into her
hand, its tip alight. “Thought you could do with a bit of light in here,” he
added. “Never know what might jump out at you around this old place.”
Up close like this, Ginny could smell him – an oddly pleasant mixture of
firewhisky, smoke and tea. She flared her nostrils slightly, trying to inhale
the scent more deeply without being obvious about it. They stood like that for
a long moment, Sirius’ hand still resting on Ginny’s shoulder, as he looked at
her expectantly.
“Well?” Sirius finally asked.
Ginny gave a little start. “Well what?”
“Your snack,” he prodded. “I’m quite sure I heard you say you were hungry. You
should try one of those cherry tarts your mother put in here earlier,” he
added, letting go of her shoulder at last and raising his wand-light towards
the shelf. “They’re really quite good.”
“I changed my mind,” Ginny said hastily. She absently crossed her arms over her
chest, rubbing her hands over her arms. It was a bit chilly in this part of the
basement, and she was starting to feel it.
“Nonsense,” said Sirius. He grabbed two of the tarts and propelled Ginny back
out into the kitchen.
Ginny followed him over to the long table, her feet dragging in reluctance. She
was starting to regret having ever gotten out of bed. She could just imagine
her mother’s reaction, should Molly have chanced to walk in: “Ginevra Weasley!
What on earth are you wearing? Have you never heard of a dressing gown? Are you
cold?”
She realised suddenly that Sirius was holding out a tart to her, and that he
had apparently just asked her a question.
“I’m sorry,” Ginny said. “What did you say?”
Sirius grinned at her. “I asked if you were cold.”
“Oh,” she said. “No, I’m… Well, just a bit, but it’s alright.”
Sirius’ gaze flicked momentarily down to Ginny’s chest where her nipples had
hardened considerably in the faint chill. “Yes,” he drawled. “I’d say it’s
quite a bit of alright.” And, blithely ignoring her astonished gasp, he
casually slung himself back into his original chair, though he didn’t rest his
feet atop the table as before, but stretched his legs out in front of him. A
drip of cherry juice slid down the inside of his wrist as he bit into the tart,
and he licked at it languorously.
Ginny took a cautious nibble of her own tart. Delicious, she realised and
eagerly took a larger bite. As she chewed, she let her gaze travel diffidently
over the man in front of her. Sirius was slouched in his chair, head thrown
slightly back, his eyes half-closed as he slowly licked the last crumbs of
pastry from his fingers. He really was very good-looking, she decided after a
long moment, even if he was surly and bitter so much of the time. And now that
she thought about it, hadn’t even her own mother mentioned how much Sirius
hated being cooped up in this house? And hadn’t her mother added that they
should try to be as courteous as possible, especially as they were guests in
his house? Well… why not? It wasn’t as though she hadn’t done anything before
–not that her mother knew anything about that -- and there wasn’t too much
chance of anyone walking in on them. It was nice to be admired, even if it was
by a sour and likely psychotic ex-convict who hated being stuck in this house
as much as she did. Perhaps we’re more alike than I knew, she thought in
amazement, surreptitiously looking Sirius over.
She bit back a small groan as her gaze traveled lower, noticing a very definite
bulge beneath his loose robes. It was very obvious that he wore nothing beneath
them. Well, she reasoned, why would he? He expected to be alone. And, she
wondered as a shiver of excitement rippled through her, what boys and men do
when they’re alone… Suddenly Ginny was rather glad to be down in the kitchen,
alone with Sirius.
He opened his eyes.
Ginny didn’t realise he was watching her, lost as she was in her own thoughts
as she devoured her tart. Her own previous experiences consisted mostly of
Ron’s inexpert fumblings as they’d tried to work out the mechanics of it all,
and her own, more personal, explorations alone in her bed at night. Although,
she reminisced, there’d been that one time last summer, with Bill, and again in
a disused study last week… Unconsciously she toyed with the edge of her t-
shirt.
Sirius cleared his throat, making her jump. “Why are you staring at me like
that?” he asked curiously.
“Like what?” she asked, hoping against all odds he hadn’t caught where she’d
been staring, yet quite sure he had.
“Like you wanted to eat me alive,” Sirius said.
So he had seen! A laugh burst suddenly out of Ginny, startling them both.
“Well,” she said, deciding once and for all to follow instinct, “maybe I do.”
Sirius’ eyes widened as he broke out in a wide grin. “Then what are you doing
over there?” he asked, waving magnanimously towards the other chairs. “Sit with
me.”
“Alright,” Ginny said boldly, and shocked them both by eschewing the proffered
chairs to instead perch on the tabletop in front of him. Her t-shirt rode up
over her lightly tanned thighs as she climbed up, exposing a pair of pale blue
knickers. The edges of them were trimmed in lace of a darker shade of blue,
which was now beginning to fray in places.
“Suppose someone came in right now?” Sirius asked, as he edged his chair
closer. His mouth was exactly level with Ginny’s nipples, and he leaned forward
til his lips were a fraction away from the thin shirt. “What would you tell
them?”
She shivered as his breath ghosted over her right nipple, inching forward so
that it rubbed across his half-open mouth. She gasped as his tongue darted out
to circle the hard nipple through the threadbare cloth.
“No one’s going to come in,” Ginny said breathlessly. “No one’s awake but us.
But…” She motioned towards the forgotten bottle of firewhisky. “I mean, can
you? You know?”
Sirius laughed, his hands resting casually atop her bare knees. “It was more
than half empty when I took it out,” he said. “I’ve only had one good mouthful
out of that bottle.” He slid his hands lightly over Ginny’s thighs, running his
fingers over the lace edge of her knickers. As she moved to take them off, he
said, “No. Leave them on.” He dipped his thumb down between her slightly parted
thighs, sliding it over her mound. She could feel the heat of his hand through
the material. “I like these,” Sirius added as Ginny leaned back on her elbows.
She was already wet, had been almost since he’d touched her shoulder in the
pantry. As she leaned back, her thighs parted more, and Sirius’ touch grew more
emboldened, rubbing the hard little nub of her clit through the moist cotton.
“I can smell you,” Sirius said hoarsely. “I can smell how wet you are.” And
with that he lowered his head, delving his tongue into the wet cloth where his
fingers had been, lapping roughly at it while Ginny uttered soft, wordless
exclamations. Her hands entwined themselves into his hair, holding him there
while her hips rocked against his probing mouth. Insistently Sirius’ tongue
pressed against the damp fabric, pushing it into her slightly as he worked his
mouth against her.
Sirius pulled back to look at her, and Ginny involuntarily gasped as the
contact was withdrawn.
“I want you,” he said simply.
“Then have me,” Ginny answered.
Sirius bit his bottom lip, suddenly looking far younger than his thirty-five
years. “I’m not promising anything,” he said quietly. “You know I can’t, but –“
“I’m not asking you to,” she said, and leaned down to kiss him full on his
mouth. She could taste herself on him, and liked it.
Sirius chuckled then, gripping her hips firmly as she nuzzled a path along the
line of his jaw. “It would have killed my family,” he murmured, “to know a
blood traitor was sitting on their table in hardly more than her damp
knickers.”
Ginny drew back, her eyes flashing fiercely. “I’m as pureblooded as you are,
and you know it.”
“I know that,” Sirius said dismissively. “Your dad and I are cousins somehow,
didn’t you know that? Why, we’re all just family here, aren’t we Ginny?”
Ginny’s eyes narrowed. “What d’you mean by that?” she asked sharply.
Sirius’ mouth twisted slightly in a sardonic smile. “Just that you might want
to be more circumspect in your other… ah… liaisons.” At her startled look, he
added, “The study door doesn’t lock.”
Ginny reddened. “Did you… I mean, are you…”
“I’m not going to tell anyone your little secret,” Sirius assured her. “But I
must say I was a tad envious of Bill.” He tugged at the lace-edged cotton and
added, “You can take these off now.”
Ginny hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers, and pulled them
down off her hips with practised ease. “What about you?” she asked, tossing the
scrap of cotton aside.
Sirius shrugged. “Not wearing any,” he said, opening up the front of his robe
to prove it. He was already hard, and Ginny immediately reached over to examine
his cock as he stood before her.
It was bigger than Ron’s, but, Ginny reasoned, Ron was only a year older than
she was, and he probably had a bit of growing yet to do. Bill though… Sirius’
cock was not as long as Bill’s, but it was substantially thicker. She slid off
the table, kneeling in front of him, and experimentally took the tip into her
mouth. Sirius tasted different from her brothers’, she decided – wilder,
somehow, more dangerous. Perhaps that’s the difference between boys and men,
she thought, and hastily swallowed a giggle. But that can’t be true, can it?
After all, Bill is hardly a boy…
She drew Sirius further into her pink-lipped mouth, dragging her tongue along
the underside of the shaft the way that Bill had liked, and was immediately
rewarded with a groan of pleasure from Sirius. She pulled back, swirling her
tongue delicately around the head as Sirius trembled beneath her. She couldn’t
get much of him into her mouth, but that didn’t seem to matter to him. One of
her small hands reached down to caress his heavy balls.
Ginny had barely begun any sort of rhythm when Sirius pushed her suddenly away.
She looked up at him enquiringly.
“Sorry,” he gasped. “It’s just –“ He swallowed, then hurriedly said, “It’s been
ages since I’ve been with a woman, and, um…”
“Ah,” said Ginny. “So you’d rather just get on with it then?” She hopped back
up onto the rough table, her thighs splaying naturally as she leaned back on
her elbows.
Sirius glanced down at her mound, lightly covered in soft auburn curls.
“Lovely,” he said. “You are a natural redhead.” He shuffled forward til the tip
of his cock nudged against her opening. She was wonderfully, deliciously wet
with wanting him. He glanced a question at her and, at her impatient nod, sank
into her.
Ginny moaned as Sirius fucked her none too gently, one of his arms curled
around her back to keep her from sliding bonelessly backwards. His other arm
was braced against the edge of the table.
“Not gonna last that long, y’know,” he gasped.
“Me either,” Ginny said breathlessly as Sirius’ teeth grazed her shoulder. She
slid a hand down to rub her clit, occasionally reaching further to stroke his
cock as he thrust into her. Sirius’ tongue had driven her tantalisingly close
to the edge, and with each stroke of his cock and her hand Ginny could feel her
climax building, and she surrendered to it as Sirius’ frantic thrusts became
even more furious.
She collapsed back onto the table as Sirius shuddered with his own orgasm a few
moments later. They lay like that, atop the table, until their breathing
calmed.
“Ow,” Ginny said, with a laugh as Sirius pulled out. “I think I’ve got a
splinter.”
“Mm,” said Sirius, dropping back into his chair and scooting it up to the
table. “I suppose I’d better have a look.” He leaned down, tongue probing
gently over her sensitive mound, licking insistently at their combined juices
while Ginny quivered beneath him.
“Oh,” Ginny breathed.Delicious, she thought. Delicious. And as she came again,
furiously, splinters were the furthest thing from her mind.
Sirius pulled back, his face glistening with her come, trailing sticky kisses
along her thigh. “I enjoyed that, you know,” he said.
“So did I,” Ginny said, “But I’d better go before anyone notices I’m gone.” She
slid off the table, heading quickly towards the stairs. She thought maybe, just
maybe, she could sleep now.
“Yeah,” agreed Sirius. He held up her still-damp knickers. “Want these?”
Ginny grinned. “You keep ‘em,” she said, and with a flash of bare bottom she
was slipped out of the kitchen and back up to bed.
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