Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, events and/or places that are recognized as being written and created by J.K. Rowling. J.K. Rowling owns all the characters and places from the Harry Potter books including the ones used in this story.

A/N: This story takes place before HP more like during the beginning of that book, before Harry arrives. Enjoy! :D

Ginny stood admiring her reflection in her mirror. She loved the way she looked; especially her red hair. She flipped her hair off her shoulders and ran her fingers through it.

Ginny pulled out her favorite pair of muggle jeans and a black tank top. She got dressed as quietly as she possibly could; not wanting to wake her sleeping roommate. She slid her feet into her shoes and tip-toed across the room to the door. Hermione, sleeping in the bed closest to the door, grunted and tossed over onto her side as Ginny stepped on an unusually loud floorboard.

Ginny slipped out of her bedroom and into the hallway. One would never know, from the quietness of that room, that the day was all ready started and quite busy for the rest of the occupants of number 12 Grimmauld Place. Ginny checked her watch. It was 9:47a.m. She smiled to herself, hoping that everyone would be done eating breakfast by now. And by everyone she meant her family members. She didn't want them present when she had a personal mission to accomplish.

Passing her brother's bedrooms, she took notice that their doors were open, and that the rooms were empty. When it came to food, a male member of the Weasley family was never late.

Ginny walked as quiet as she could down the rest of the staircase, not wanting to disturb the portrait of Mrs. Black. Once she got past her, and was in the clear, she ran the rest of the way into the kitchen.

"But, mum," said George. "We have better things to do than clean today."

"Like what?" Mrs. Weasley said, as she presented Fred and George with two buckets. The three of them were in the kitchen, and judging by the fact that their mother was making them clean all ready, Ginny concluded that they were finished eating. Fred and George mumbled to themselves as they sulked out of the kitchen.

"Morning Mum," Ginny said brightly to her mother.

"Well good morning Ginny. Breakfast is on the table."

Ginny made her way to the dining room, when Ron came bursting out of it still chomping a piece of toast. "Is Hermione....up?" he asked, in between mouthfuls. Ginny shook her head. "I'll go wake her then," Ron continued. "I'm bored." Ginny sent him a toothy smile; meant for her more than him though. She felt a wave of happiness take her over now that she knew her brothers were all occupied and wouldn't be anywhere near her.

Pushing through the door, Ginny scanned the room. Her happy mood disappeared when she saw her father sitting in there, sipping his coffee and reading the Daily Prophet. As her eyes moved from her father to the next body at the table, her heart rate sped once more and butterflies now dwelled deep inside her stomach. She walked over to an empty seat, locking her eyes on her object of lust; Sirius Black.

"Morning Ginny; sleep well?" Mr. Weasley asked his daughter, as he pushed the plate of eggs closer to her. Ginny nodded her head and smiled sweetly.

"Hi Sirius." Ginny said, in her most grown-up sounding voice.

"Mornin'." Sirius winked at Ginny, which sent her into a fury of shivers.

Oh! I love it when he winks! Ginny squealed, inside her head. She tried hard to control her blushing as she pilled her empty plate with food.

Mr. Weasley started up a conversation with Sirius about an article that he was reading in the Daily Prophet. Ginny sighed to herself upset that she lost an opportunity to talk or flirt with Sirius. She kept herself busy with her food, but every time Sirius spoke her stomach contracted with joyous nerves that stopped her from digesting anything she put in her mouth.

There was just something so sexy about Sirius to Ginny. She loved listening to his deep voice hardened from twelve years of not using it in Azkaban Prison. His hair was a shadow of how it looked when he was young, but it still hung silkily in his face giving him a sexy rugged kind of look. Ginny saw a picture of Sirius when he was in the first Order of the Phoenix about fifteen years ago, and she couldn't help but take notice of how incredibly gorgeous he was back then. Even after the years he spent in prison left their marks on him, he still held on to his underlying handsomeness.

Ginny took into account that Sirius was much older than her and that he was a wanted convict, but she didn't care. Besides Harry Potter, no man made her heart skip a beat more than Sirius and his playful personality.

Sirius and Mr. Weasley stopped talking and a silence fell across the room. Ginny, completely disgusted with eating, started playing with her leftovers. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Sirius watching her trace circles across her plate with her fork. Smirking to herself, she sighed loudly and overdramatically.

"Is there something wrong, Ginny?" her father asked her.

"No," she replied, resting her chin in her hands. "I'm just bored."

Sirius looked at her and nodded his head. "Me too," he said, trying to make his voice not sound frustrated.

Ginny looked Sirius dead in the eyes, "Do you want to do something?" she asked him, twirling her fingers in her hair.

Sirius's eyebrows shot up. He tried to stop himself from laughing. He knew by the tone of Ginny's voice that she wasn't talking about going to play chess.

"Because I'm up for anything," Ginny added, taking an unusually seductive bite out of a piece of bacon.

Sirius's eyebrows were now lost underneath his hair. He blushed slightly and looked over at Arthur who was glaring at his daughter in a way that said that he too understood Ginny's true meaning.

"Ginevra," Mr. Weasley began to say in a warning voice, but he was cut off by the presence of his wife.

"Arthur," Molly said. "Errol brought this for you." She handed him an official looking letter.

"It's from the office," he said getting up. He sent Ginny one last worried look before he left the room.

"Aren't you hungry, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked Ginny while she began to clear the table.

Ginny shook her head and pushed her plate towards her mother. She quickly ducked her hand back under the table. Her body was so packed with nervous feelings that it was causing her hands to shake.

"So, Ginny," Sirius said leaning forward and smirking. At the moment he found fueling Ginny's fire to be the most entertaining thing in the world. "What should we do today?" he asked in his deepest voice.

Ginny giggled uncontrollably, causing Sirius to love his sport even more. Ginny was about to say something back when the door to the dining room burst open and Hermione stepped through it. The first thing Ginny noticed about Hermione made her completely hate her friend.

"Oh how cute! You two are dressed alike today!" Mrs. Weasley smiled at Ginny and Hermione, pointing out the very thing that was making Ginny seethe with anger.

Yeah, Ginny thought sarcastically. Real cute.