Disclaimer: Everything from the HP books belongs to J.K. Rowling, not me.

Hey! I'm Marvelous-Light07, obviously. I've always liked the pairing of Ginny/Sirius. The fact that it's so scandelous and wrong is what drew me in, I guess. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this story! I've spent a lot of time working to perfect it.

And without further ado...

Improper

Ginny's POV:

The door to Grimmauld Place was flung open before Mr. Weasley even had a chance to knock, and Sirius greeted the redheaded family and the bushy-haired brunette with his million-dollar grin. He looked much happier than the last time Ginny had seen him; his gray eyes were shining with a happiness she had not known he possessed, and his barklike laugh cut the humid summer-night air as he ushered his guests in.

It was three days after term had ended. The last few weeks had been harrying on all of the Order members: at the Third Task of the Triwizard Tournament Harry had been transported to an old graveyard and witnessed Voldemort's return. The biggest problem was that the Ministry was refusing to believe it. The pigheads sitting behind the desks were turning a blind eye while the most dangerous and evil wizard of the century slowly regained more and more power.

Hermione had arrived the day before, and early that morning they had gotten up to pack for Grimmauld Place. Dumbledore had given them a note so they would be able to see the place and enter it, and there they stood.

"Thanks again for letting us use the house as-" Mr. Weasley began, but Sirius cut him off.

"Not at all, Arthur!" he chuckled, giving him a slap on the back. "Always glad to have company... especially when I'm back in this place..."

Suddenly Sirius's gray eyes clouded over with a kind of haze, and Ginny knitted her eyebrows; something was wrong with him.

"Anyway," he muttered, shaking his head and putting a grin back on his face, "shall I show you around?"

While Sirius showed them around, Ginny couldn't help but notice how incredibly good-looking he was. She supposed it was wrong to think about a grown man that way, but she couldn't help it; he was nearly irresistible.

Ginny had never really thought much of herself: she was very small, which caused her to look even younger than she already did, with large brown eyes like her mother's, a few freckles, and fire-red hair. She was 13 and would be 14 in August, a day she was already counting down to. She was incredibly impatient to grow up, and it didn't help that she was the youngest and only girl in her family, causing her mother to treat her like a baby.

"And this," Sirius announced with a relish, "is Hermione and Ginny's room."

Ginny was knocked out of her daydreaming when she heard her name. Then she realized everyone, including Sirius, was staring at her.

"W-What?" she stammered.

"Your room," Sirius replied. "This is it."

"Oh," Ginny said, bemused. "Right."

She followed Hermione over the threshold and entered the dingy room. Two candles were burning on a nightstand between two beds. The beds were low to the ground, and their quilts had holes in them.

"I know it needs a bit of remodeling," Sirius murmured, running a hand through his elegant black hair. "But we can get started on that tomorrow."

Ginny turned her head and smiled politely back at him.

"If you need anything, girls, just call," he went on. "I'll be there faster than you can say 'Galloping Hippogriffs!'"

"Thanks, Sirius," Hermione giggled.

"Off to Ron's room! And Harry's, when he gets here," Sirius commanded, climbing the steps.

"He doesn't act much like a grown-up, does he?" Ginny asked Hermione as she unzipped her suitcase. "He acts sort of like an overgrown kid."

"I guess," Hermione replied, sitting on her bed and sighing. "What should we do now?"

"I want to explore the house," Ginny suggested.

"Can you wait 'till tomorrow? It sounds like we'll be doing of lot of 'exploring', the way Sirius is talking."

Ginny shrugged and lay down on her bed. She crossed her feet at the ankles and stayed that way, lost in thought.

"What're you thinking about?" Hermione questioned, staring confusedly at the glazed look on Ginny's face.

"Nothin'," Ginny muttered. She took a deep breath and let it out. "How 'bout we see what everyone else is doing?"

"Okay," Hermione agreed brightly, sitting up on her elbows and pushing herself off the bed. As she was closer to the door, she waited for Ginny to catch up and then galloped down the stairs.

Fred and George were sitting by the fire in the kitchen, whispering and fighting over something stringy; Mrs. Weasley was fussing over pots and pans at the counter; and Sirius was trying to convince her that she needn't do everything on her own. Hermione sat down at the table and grabbed an edition of The Daily Prophet.

Ginny, having learned everything that was going on in the Wizarding World by listening to her parents talking late at night, had no interest in the paper. Instead, she climbed the steps back up to the landing of her bedroom. She decided to tramp on up and find out what else there was to see.

She passed the landing to Ron's room, Fred and George's room, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's room, and then came upon a room that looked like it had been empty a while. A sign on the door announced that it belonged to R.A.B. Ginny decided to pass that room up.

Finally she made it to the last landing. This had to be Sirius's room. She entered it to find that it mirrored everything about Sirius's personality that she had learned so far: bikini-clad Muggle women, Gryffindor-everything upon the walls, photographs, and just... everything. Knowing she shouldn't be so nosy, she crossed the room and entered Sirius's bathroom. Cologne littered the counter, and Ginny held a bottle up to her nose and sniffed- it smelled just like Sirius. She placed it back on the counter and picked up another.

"And what are you doing?" asked an amused voice to Ginny's left.

Ginny jumped a mile high and dropped the bottle. It shattered at her feet and the contents flew everywhere.

"Reparo," Sirius muttered, and the bottle repaired itself, though the liquid remained on the floor. Sirius vaccumed it up with his wand and rose to look back at Ginny, who was bouncing from heel to heel.

"I'm not mad," Sirius assured her, placing the bottle on the counter and smiling at the frightened girl. "Why were you smelling my cologne?"

"Uh..." Ginny said, looking at her feet and scratching her arm. "Just curious."

Sirius laughed. "I see. Like my room?"

Ginny met his eyes for the first time and asked in a quiet, innocent voice, "Why are there girls on your wall?"

Sirius laughed again and said, "You'll understand when you're older."

"No!" Ginny replied with surprising force. "I can understand now."

Sirius stopped laughing. "Well, if you can understand so well, figure it out yourself," he responded. Then, perhaps realizing how utterly childish he sounded, he smiled and said,"C'mon. There's butterbeer waiting down in the kitchen."

Ginny's stomach rumbled at the thought of a bottle of warm butterbeer, even if it was summer, and she allowed Sirius to lead her back down. Before they entered the kitchen, though, she murmured, "But I really didn't mean to be nosy, Sirius."

Sirius grinned. "It's fine, Sweetheart. I don't have anything to hide."

Ginny's heart swelled when Sirius addressed her with the lovely name, and she rushed into the kitchen to receive a butterbeer before her brothers and Hermione drank it all. Sirius, blinking back confusion, entered the room after her with no idea what he had gotten himself into.

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A/N: So.. what do you think? I promise, if people like this story (and review) I'm not going to abandon it. As an eighth grader I do get a lot of homework, though, so I might not update a whole lot. But I'll try! I'm up for critism and suggestions.

M-L07