God of My Idolatry

“God of my idolatry” by Meg.

I don’t own Harry Potter…I simply enjoy using the characters conjured up J.K. Rowling for my own sweet pleasure.

Pairing: Ginny Weasley /Sirius Black

A/N: I realize that this is a bit unorthodox. Bear with me...they really work well together. I swear. This is also AU. Please pretend that somehow, Sirius did not die and being beyond the veil was only a temporary state. By the way, the title is a throw back to Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. I mean the rating from now on! Warning: not-so-slight voyeurism.

Songs: I guess anything by Keane...“Crystal Ball” especially. Oh, and some Corrine Bailey Rae.
Oh! And Counting Crows. Got to give all my homey-g’s their due props.

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She found herself on her knees, with him laying out on the battered sofa in the main room. He shifted his body away from her, exposing his wounded side. The bite was not too deep, only a flesh wound. He’d suffered a good deal of skin loss, but all of his meat was still there. She was grateful for that, despite her refusal to admit it.

“You’re all in one piece.” Ginny murmured, dabbing the blood away with a damp rag.

“Thank God...” He mumbled through the fabric of the couch. He’d turned so far that his face was pressed into the cushioned back of the faded red couch.

“Well, mostly.” She corrected.

“What do you mean by that?” His head popped up and he looked over his shoulder at her. “Do you mean to tell me that damn lizard got a chunk of me for breakfast?”

She laughed. She moistened a clean cloth with a healing potion and lightly pressed it into the broken skin. She could feel him tense beneath her fingers and hear the low hissing that came from his parted lips. The potion began to work its magic, causing his remaining skin to cover as much of the gap as possible, but not all. He watched as she used her nimble fingers to thread a tiny needle with medical-grade thread.

“I’m going to have to give you a few stitches...” She said, tongue wedged in the corner of her lips. “The potion couldn’t quite erase all of the damage.”

“Why? ” He questioned as she splayed one hand out on his abs and positioned the other above his wound. “Can’t you use your wand?”

“I know this sounds crazy...” She stated as she punctured the newly-grown skin with the tiny needle. “But...the muggle way is better. It heals more cleanly...less scarring.”

He wanted to speak, but chose to let her do her work in silence. Sirius knew he should be feeling pain from this minor surgery, but instead he was mildly enjoying the feel of her soft hands on his flesh. The pads of her fingers were cool against his body and her free hand was gently stroking his skin to distract him from the pain. Perhaps it was distracting him a little too well, as he felt himself liking the sensation. Maybe it was the potion she gave him, but the whole area was tingling.

“You think...I mind...” He sighed out as she continued her clean stitching. His voice was breathy and low. “A few more scars?”

Craning his neck over his own shoulder, he watched her doing her work. He wondered why she’d become a medi-witch instead of an Auror or Ministry worker until now; clearly she was skilled with her hands. He smiled to himself when he remember the clumsy girl he’d spent the summers with. She used to accidentally knock priceless antiques off of the shelves in Number Twelve and he would have to keep a constant eye on her as a result. He ended up following her around most days or getting her started on a long conversation to keep her in one place for a while. While it had been a tiring job, he enjoyed her company immensely. Sometimes without her, he felt like he was back in Azkaban, imprisoned and alone.

“You’ve got enough...uh...character...as it is, Sirius.” She laughed as she dragged the thread between her teeth and snapped it. She pulled a pair of small silver scissors from the bag at her feet and trimmed the remaining thread away.

“Good character or bad character?” He asked, turning back away.

“Oh, wonderful character, Sirius.” She mocked. Sensing that he’d enjoyed her handiwork maybe a bit too much, she gave the newly-stitched wound a hearty slap.

“Oi!” he yelped, whipping around faster than lightning. “What was that for?”

“It was medically necessary, Sirius!” She held up two fingers, scout-style. “I needed to get the blood flowing again, I swear!” She grinned a mischievous, very Sirius-like smile.

He glared at her, but inside he was smiling too. He liked her much better when she wasn’t so irritated and annoyed. Everyone liked her much better when she was a little more carefree. He was not, however, going to tell her that. Ever. He also wasn’t going to ever tell her where she had gotten the blood flowing to.

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That night, Sirius had serious trouble sleeping. He felt like the dog he’d been just that morning, thrashing under Ginny’s touch. There had been a frightening sensation cropping up in his stomach since that moment she splayed her fingers out on his abdomen. Since she’d graced his skin with her touch. It was a powerful feeling. Over dinner, he kept himself entertained during Charlie and Ginny long conversations about a particularly stubborn dragon by imagining Ginny slinking under the table and undoing his pants.

Wrong, wrong, wrong! he thought to himself at the time, but now it seemed infinitely more wrong than it had at the time.

Then, it was just idly fancy. Now, it was idle fantasy.

He could almost feel her hot breath on the skin of his hips as she undid his pants. He could feel the gentle touch of her fingers on his - now hardening - length, he could feel the not-so-delicate stroke of her hand. He could feel her press her moist lips to the head of his penis and drag her tongue lazily down the shaft. A shiver ran down his spine as he thought this. He thought he wanted to bat these thoughts away like gnats; really, he wanted to image her bent over a table.
He could imagine the way he would have to struggle to keep his face straight while maintaining perfectly normal conversation with Charlie.

His room had become far too warm in the last few minutes. He rolled over violently on his cot, it was too small for him, his feet dangled off the end when he laid out. He tried to perform a cooling charm on the room, but found that his wand was nowhere to be found. Exasperated beyond words, he threw back the thin covers and got to his feet. He couldn’t find the wand in his room in the dark, but needed the wand to light the room. He rolled his eyes are his realization of this Catch-22.

Nearly blind, he wandered into the main room, in search of his missing wand. It was not on the slouching couch as he had expected, nor was it on the floor, or the table.


“Perhaps, the kitchen..” he whispered to himself.

He rubbed his eyes and slowly ambled towards the kitchen. Before his brain had registered what he was seeing, his feet had already responded. He felt glued to the spot, unable to move. In the doorway of the muggle refrigerator stood a partially nude woman. Not just any woman, to Sirius’s immense surprise, but Ginny Weasley! Bare from the waist up and wearing only the tiniest of knickers, she stood in the cool air flow from the fridge. In the dim light coming from the open door, he could see her rosy nipples standing on end and the fine dusting of goose pimples that spread across her skin.

Starkers! He thought. My god! She’s absolutely starkers!

Earlier that day he was forced to wonder what she was hiding beneath her overly masculine clothes. Now, he knew - without a doubt in his mind - that she was, indeed, a woman. He found himself likening Ginny to her brother Ron. Ginny was a long and slender creature like Ron, not the short and stocky of Charlie or the Twins. He stared at her so long and hard that when she sighed, he nearly jumped.

With a clink of glass on plastic, Sirius heard her grab a bottle of beer. She brought it out from the depths of the fridge and held it up to light.

“Hmmmm...” She hummed and pressed the cool surface of the bottle against the skin of her neck.

He stifled a moan.

Slowly, as if teasing him, she slid the bottle from her neck to her collarbone. Lolling her head back, she rubbed it gently against the skin between the globes of her breasts.

Sirius felt all of the blood in his head rush away. A painful aching in his loins cropped up. To his dismay, it wasn’t the only thing that cropped up. Stop this, you bloody moron! His mind shouted at him.

Without warning, she turned to leave the kitchen and return to her room. Terrified, Sirius did the only thing he could think of. He could feel the energy in his stomach grow warm as he shifted shape and became a beastly black dog. He crouched beneath the table, praying she wouldn’t spot him. He was thankful, for once, to be a black dog. In the dark, it would be very difficult to spot him.

“What the hell?” Ginny made a pained noise when she stepped on something on the floor. Something hard. Terror flooded into Sirius’s veins. The sudden force of the adrenaline was palpable; the beating of his heart thudded in his ears. His wand!

Sirius could see the milky-white skin of her hand as she bent over to pluck the wand off of the floor. She was close enough to touch him, at most three feet from him. Could she feel his body warmth? He could certainly feel hers. Peering up from the underside of the table, he could see Ginny roll the wand between her fingers. He felt another pang of arousal; his fantasy about her hands came flooding back.

“Ah...Sirius.” She thought aloud. He watched in horror as she moved towards his door. She poked her head through his doorway, looking in.

Would she really go into my room looking like that? His question was quickly answered.

“Sirius?” She called out into the room. It was plain to see that he was not in his bed. His covers littered the floor and his body was clearly missing. Internally, he winced.

“Where is he?” She asked herself, this time a little louder. Ginny pushed the door flaps opened and wandered inside of Sirius’s room. Seeing his opportunity, Sirius rushed into the room behind her. As she bent over to look under the bed - of course, unknowingly driving Sirius insane - he ducked into the far corner and curled into a ball.

Using his wand, she illuminated the room. “Lumos!” She whispered. The tip of the wand burst into light, throwing a soft light into the far reaches of the room. Peeking through barely open lids, he could see her form haloed by light. Heavenly, he thought. She looked like a delicate blossom trapped in amber.

Seeing him, she smiled and set the wand down on the foot of his cot.

“Good night, old friend.” She whispered.

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Please R&R.

Oh, so far, I LOVE this!
Again, thanks to my dear beta reader, Carly.

Meg