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: Meh. Anything you want, I have a feeling no one reads this part of the intro anyway
“The Greater Good” and “Sunspots” by Nine Inch Nails, “Foxy Foxy” by Rob Zombie ,
“Creep” by Radiohead, “Young Folks” by Peter, Bjorn & John.

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Even in the early morning, Romania was on fire this season. Cooling charms seemed to do nothing for Ginny; the heat was unbearable. She’d felt better the night before when she had used the refrigerator as a personal air conditioner. She’d even walked around with just her knickers on.
I only did that because Charlie was out, she tried to convince herself. Some part of her had wanted her to get caught by Sirius, so much that she’d even wandered into his room.

With a flick of her wrist, Ginny turned the water in the makeshift shower to ice cold. The cold would actually worsen her sore muscles, but her skin demanded to be cool once today before she went out into the field. She had to start the day out at neutral, at the least. She prayed that neutral was a possible concept at this point. In her dreams the night before, she and Sirius had engaged in very non-platonic acts. “Neutral” seemed to be going out the figurative window before she could blink.

Ginny delighted as the cold water cascaded down her body, bringing tiny goose pimples to her skin. She hadn’t felt cold quite like that since she’d joined Charlie at the camp. Closing her eyes, she stood directly below the faucet and let the water envelope her. *Ahhh, neutral. Blessed neutral.* With her eyes closed, she could almost imagine Sirius slipping into the shower behind her. Ginny wondered what his body would look like. As an animagi, he was a lean and long dog. She supposed, despite his years, that he was in good shape. His chest and stomach were toned and lean from years of being on the run.

She could still feel her fingers on his tight muscles. The flesh of his torso had been so unyielding, yet the skin was still nearly as soft as her own. *I wonder if he’s like that everywhere...*Ginny cleared her throat at her own thought. Her thoughts were getting racier by the moment these days. The air was thick with testosterone in these dragon camps. Ginny was one of only four girls on the whole team. The number of men was in the forties, and the number of catcalls she received seem to grow by the moment. *Ten men for each woman?* A shiver ran down her spine, causing her nipples to stand at end.

“My god, Ginny ” She reprimanded herself. “Were you always such a pervert?” Her voice sank into a low whisper.

Sighing in annoyance with herself, Ginny reached down and picked up the bottle of shampoo that she’d brought with her. It was something little to remind her of home in England, but it was nearly empty. Flipping open the top of the bottle, she smelled the little bit left. Hermione had given it to her when they were staying at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. Hermione said that it had made her hair too frizzy, something she needed no help with, and wondered if Ginny would like to use it. Ginny had taken it only to silence Hermione.

“And you complimented me on it...” She whispered to herself and to her memory of Sirius.

From that day on, Ginny had made that particular scent her signature. Wearing it made her feel special, and she reserved it for special occasions. She’d washed her hair with it since the day she’d arrived at the camp, since the moment she found out Sirius was there with Charlie. Now the sweet cherry blossom smell was enough to make her stomach erupt into tiny, flittering butterflies.

Ginny thought back on the last time she’d worn it. At the time she was still married to Viktor.
When Ginny closed her eyes, she could almost still feel Viktor lacing his strong hands into her own while her embraced her from behind. He pressed himself up against her back, idly stroking the silken satin of her black little dress, face buried into her curled copper hair. He whispered a “Happy Anniversary, Mrs. Krum” into her ear before smelling deeply of her hair.

“Vhat is this, Ginny ” He’d shouted, holding out a section of her hair.

“What is what, Viktor?” She’d said, looking confused.

“The smell, Ginny You smell like Herm-own-ninny ” His brows had sunk down, eyes narrowed by anger. “Vhy do you haff to try to be like her?”

“Excuse me I am not trying to be like Hermione Granger ” She’d shouted back, placing special emphasis on her name, as Viktor could never correctly pronounce it. “Why are you always thinking about her, Viktor?”

Reopening her eyes, Ginny squirted a dollop of the shampoo into her hand. She had such a negative memory associated with such a wonderful thing. *Time to make some new memories...*She thought to herself. The delicious smelling shampoo bubbled and lathered as she massaged it into her thick locks. The sensation left her whole body tingling and Ginny couldn’t help but imagine it was Sirius’s fingers she felt.

*****
From the field, Sirius had heard the shower in his shared tent go on. As a dog, his hearing was much sharper. So was his eyesight. Sirius could see that Charlie was about five hundred meters away, instructing a new team member on the ways to administer medication to a particularly fierce Chinese Fireball. Ginny was the only possible person to be using the shower. He bounded towards the tent, tongue panting in the morning heat and tail wagging with joy. Something about Ginny made Sirius feel younger again, filled his days with more curious fun and playful tension than he’d felt in years.

Laying close to the dusty dry earth, “Snuffles” slipped through a small gap left in the door lacings. Since Sirius’s play fainting, Ginny had made a point of always leaving a gap for Sirius to slip through. She claimed it was because he couldn’t get water any other way, as he couldn’t just walk up to the hand-pump and get himself. It’s far too hot in Romania this time of year, she said, for him to go long without getting plenty of fluids. *Sweet girl, concerned about my health. As a medi-witch, of course *He laughed to himself internally. *Perhaps she like to share some of her fluids with me.* He was grateful for her “concern” but, he was equally convinced that her motives were not entirely innocent in this case. Wouldn’t she want to keep him out? He wasn’t going to die of dehydration for the few moments she was bathing.

As he shifted forms, his limbs and body lengthening and black fur receding, he slowly crossed the room. Idly, he ruffled one long-fingered hand through the dusty length of his hair. He heard the familiar squeak of the faucet being turned off. *Not too long now...*He thought to himself. He wondered if he should find his pants before Ginny emerged. He was as naked as she was.

“I wonder, Miss Gin, if you’d have a freak out...” He mused to himself. “Or just smile.”

Sirius decided to stay the way he was; his skin was sheened in a light sweat, but the cool of the tent was quickly doing away with that, and his hair was messed but he was very much himself. He settled his hindquarters down onto the old couch, mildly enjoying the rough scratch of the battered fabric on the sensitive skin of his package. *Hmmmm, should I strike a pose?* He wondered to himself. He decided to just lean back, stretching out over the full length of the couch, a smile on his face.

*****

Ginny finished her shower and stepped out of the shower without drying off. The drippings from her skin and hair formed small puddles on the cool tile floor of the communal bathroom in the tent. She looked at herself for a long while in the mirror. Her bright red hair was dark from the water, draping a little past her shoulders. The freckles she’d had all her life were no less visible now than they’d ever been. Her skin was still very pale, but she now had a bit of a glow from the Romanian sun. *Almost like my Quidditch days.* She smiled. Quickly, her smile faded. When she smiled, her bright mahogany eyes squinted in a way that Ginny had never found cute. With a sigh, she closed her eyes. Eyes still closed, Ginny reached out to the location of her towel and found herself grasping nothing but air.

“God damnit!” She half-shouted. “Charlie Weasley...I’m going to kill you.”

She found her towel on the floor, wadded up and wet, along with Charlie’s work pants and shirt.

“Third time in two weeks...” She grumbled.

There were no other towels in the bathroom and Ginny had left her wand in her bedroom. *So much for a drying spell...* She rolled her eyes at her own forgetfulness. She knew the only option was to walk to her room to retrieve her wand. She peered at the clothes she’d come to the bathroom in. She cringed at the idea of redressing in those sweaty, sticky clothes while still wet.

“I might as well take another shower after that...” She mumbled to herself and stuck her tongue out in disgust.

*I’m just going to have to run over to my room. At least Charlie’s out...*She thought. She pulled her shoulders up and flipped back her wet hair. Her hair made a loud ‘slap’ noise as it hit the skin of her back and left her with a tingling cool feeling from the mixture of wetness and pain it brought. Unlacing the flaps of the door, she peered out to make sure that she was alone in the tent. Satisfied when she saw no one, Ginny stepped out from between the flaps.

Ginny walked quickly, but not too quickly. Her whole body glistened with drops of water clinging to her warm skin. Her nipples stood at end in the cold air, and as her cupful breasts bounced with each step, they grew harder. She wasn’t overly concerned about someone seeing her, but the main room of the tent was very cool and she wanted to dry off. Hands on her belly for warmth, she walked past the kitchen and into the living room before stopping dead in her tracks.

“Hello, love.” Sirius said, calm as he always was, with a broad smile. Sirius found his eyes locking on to the pink of her rosebud nipples and the generous swell of the underside of her freckled breasts. Tracing the dip in her soft stomach, his eyes wandered to the damp curls nestled between Ginny’s slender thighs. The gap between the tops of her thighs was maddening to him, he felt the urge to hop up off of the couch and let his fingers probe that space until he reached the slick heat of her pussy. The moment he’d seen her his cock had jumped to attention, and now the skin on his jutting erection felt impossibly tight.

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt a stinging blush rise up onto her cheeks and the upper swell of her breasts and chest. While Sirius had not expected her to emerge nude, he was none-the-less delighted to see her that way. The other night, Ginny had wanted Sirius to see her naked, at least a little. That, however, had taken a lot of guts that she was lacking today. She made a move to either cover her breasts with her fanned hands or to break into a full run, but her sense of logic got the better of her. *He’s already seen you naked, what good will covering up do? Act natural! *She thought.

“Hello to you, Sirius.” She said, voice as sultry she could manage in her embarrassment. She flipped her hair over one shoulder, letting cool water drip down over her bared flesh. Sirius wanted to lick that moisture from her shoulder and breast before lapping at the moisture clinging to the sweet inner lips of her labia. He imagined, for a moment, rolling the firm nub of her clit between his teeth while she ground her mound down onto his face. The idea was almost too good to be true.

Ginny took a step towards him, hand slung on one hip casually, and saw his full state. *Jesus H. Christ! The man is naked!* Her eyelids fluttered in her surprise, but she was determined to act as normal about this as possible. Failing miserably, she found her eyes wandering over the stretch of bare flesh that lay just below is navel. He had a fine dusting of black hair that trailed downward. Ginny allowed herself only one swift look lower than that, knowing that if she paid it any more attention she would not seem natural and blush furiously. The sight, even just once, was enough to make her blush. Arms behind his head, his tight abs were glistening with a thin layer of sweat (that Ginny could imagine lapping off of him) and while his hair was seemingly sparse over his chest and stomach, a dark curly cloud of hair clustered about his package, to Ginny’s delight. The highlight of it all was Sirius’s erection, hovering just over his lower stomach. *He could nearly fuck himself in the belly button!* Her mind raged.

“Where are you off to in such a hurry?” He asked, smile morphing into a sharp smirk.

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Meagan