Silver Chain Chapter Fourteen
Silver Chain: Chapter 14
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Ginny stood in the kitchen at Grimmauld Place. The blaze in the fireplace crackled softly and cast a soft glow over the room. The room was more soft and inviting than Ginny had ever seen it. Sirius stood in the shadowy corner, propped up against the wall. He was looking at her with an appraising gleam in his eye.
“So, you’ve been giving it up for Moony, eh? How is the ol’ werewolf in the sack, anyway?” he asked, grinning.
“I haven’t got any complaints,” answered Ginny. “But then, I don’t know any better,” she added in a sultry voice. Sirius Black had incredible dark eyes that seemed to see right through a woman’s clothes. He stripped her with that gaze and he seemed to like what he saw.
“I could show you, little girl, show you the things he doesn’t know,” he whispered huskily.
“You’ve been gone a long time, Sirius, what makes you think he hasn’t learned a few new tricks? Maybe I’d have something to teach an old dog instead.”
Sirius chuckled. Ginny looked down to discover she was naked. She looked back up at him and grinned wryly. “Nice trick,” she murmured. She pushed herself up onto the kitchen table and watched as he slowly undid the laces on his robes. The slow, yet dextrous movements of his fingers made her think of what they’d feel like on her. “Touch me,” she gasped.
Letting the robes fall from his lean, muscular frame, Sirius walked over and knelt between her legs. The table held her at the same height as his lips and he brushed them against her. Ginny wove her fingers in his hair and drew him deeper into her. Sirius pulled his face away from her, gasping.
“Do you want more, little one?” he said softly and she felt his breath against her thigh.
“Yes,” she whimpered. “All of it, Sirius, I want it all!”
Sirius slid slowly up her body, leaving a trail of hot, open mouthed kisses along the way. She felt the blunt tip of his erection pushing against her. Moisture pooled between her legs as her flesh gave way to his. Sirius hooked his arms under her knees, forcing her thighs wider apart. She struggled against him, looking to regain some control. “All of me, Ginny,” he growled and she relaxed beneath him, allowing him complete possession of her body.
He slid slowly, torturously out of her and then thrust hard back against her. “Sirius!” she screamed as a swift and disarming orgasm tore through her.
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“Sirius?”
Remus sat up in bed and stared in sleepy confusion down at his young wife. Ginny had woken him up with her writhing and moaning and then she had screamed out the name of his long dead friend. Her cheeks were flushed and her breathing was shallow, just as though she’d been thoroughly loved. Remus felt the hardening in his groin as he watched her body slowly relax and listened to her keening moans. She opened her eyes and they slowly focused on his face. She looked as confused as he felt.
“Remus?” she asked groggily. “What happened to Sirius?”
“I think it was a dream, Ginny.”
“That was some dream,” she groaned, still not entirely awake.
Remus felt the icy fingers of jealousy constricting around his heart. “I’ll say,” he growled.
Ginny sat upright at the sound of his fury and shook her head clear. “Merlin, Remus! I don’t have control over my dreams!”
Remus was not in the least bit mollified. She was still flushed and jittery as though a man had just finished with her body, and since that man certainly hadn’t been him… “You screamed out another man’s name in our bed!” he spat out, not feeling the least bit reasonable.
Ginny gave him a look of extreme exasperation. “Look, I really don’t have any control over my dreams. I even read in that pregnancy book that Elsa gave me that a lot of pregnant women have erotic dreams. It isn’t a reflection of our actual desires, just whatever happens to be on our minds when we go to sleep. You were showing me pictures of Sirius and James. Honestly, you should be thankful we weren't having a threesome!”
Ginny was sitting in a tangle of sheets, with her hands on her hips, and glare hardening her expression. Remus moved over her and pushed her down against the bed. He tore away the sheet that had wound itself around her legs. He slipped his fingers between her legs to find her slick and ready. “Spread for me,” he snarled into her ear.
He sank between her legs as she allowed him entrance. He thrust hard and deep into her welcoming depths. He yelled out as her nails scored his back. Spurred on by her feral response, he pulled out and drove into her again. With each thrust he claimed her, marked her, filled each of her senses with him; only him.
“Remus!” she screamed, bucking her hips and convulsing around him.
“Mine!” he growled as he pulsed deep inside her.
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Bill stood indecisively on the moonlit path which led to Lupin’s cottage. The sky was clear and the unobstructed gleam of the full moon was making his skin crawl. If it was the lycanthropy which ran through his veins, then he was sure he ought to turn away. Even if it was sincere concern for his sister’s safety, he wasn’t all that certain that he should continue. Ginny didn’t want his interference and Bill was finally beginning to believe that she might not need it.
The tortured howl that emanated from deep within the cottage propelled his feet forward. He hesitated briefly at the door before knocking. He held his breath as he waited. Even if Ginny answered the door, she wasn’t likely to welcome him.
The door creaked open. Bill blinked. It didn’t matter that she’d been pregnant for seven months or that he saw her on a nearly daily basis, the swell of her formerly girlish body made his breath hitch. He couldn’t bear to see the blatant physical evidence of her seemingly overnight transformation into a woman.
“Ginny,” he murmured. He didn’t know what else to say. He didn’t have the explanation that her inquiring expression asked for. He lifted his hand and let it drop. Bill never felt so helpless as when he was faced with his pregnant sister. Her fate was no longer in his hands; if it ever had been.
Ginny seemed to sense his inner turmoil and stood aside to let him in. “This isn’t exactly the best night for a visit,” she muttered wryly. Her words were punctuated by a feral growl that rumbled through the floorboards.
She motioned towards a chair at the kitchen table and busied herself with making tea. “I thought you sat with him during his transformations,” said Bill, conversationally.
Ginny shrugged. “He won’t let me now that I’m pregnant.”
“He’s chained up, isn’t he?” Ginny nodded. “Then what’s to stop you? If that’s where you want to be?”
Ginny gave him a piercing look. She’d heard the questions he wasn’t asking. How could she blatantly defy her family and yet willingly obey an outsider? How could she align herself with the werewolf over her own flesh and blood? She didn’t answer him until she’d set the tea and biscuits on the table and had seated herself opposite him.
“I should never have climbed down that ladder the first time, Bill. I violated the trust and friendship of a man who had come to mean so very much to me. Maybe it was just what he needed, to let me past those walls of his. Maybe some good did come of it; but I’ll always be sorry. No one should be stripped like that.”
She took a deep breath, seemingly unaffected by the horrible racket her husband was making in the cellar. “Why are you here?” she asked bluntly.
Bill sighed and tilted his head towards the ceiling. “I’m not exactly sure. I just knew I couldn’t sit through one more full moon knowing you were here with him.”
He ran his fingers through his hair. “Bill,” she murmured. He tore his gaze from the ceiling and forced himself to meet her eye.
“Make this make sense,” he begged. “I’ve been trying to understand; trying to put a good face on it, but I just don’t get it. He’s almost as old as Mum and Dad. He was already well into adulthood when you were born. What connection could the two of you possibly share?”
“Besides the great sex?” she quipped, snorting in amusement when he blanched. “I don’t really understand it myself. He just always saw me. Not the Weasleys’ youngest child; not Harry’s little friend or Ron’s little sister. Me. Ginny. He saw me.”
Bill nodded and let her words seep in. It felt as though he was hearing this for the first time, though he was pretty certain she'd told him this before. He struggled to let go of his own feelings and truly see hers. “So much went wrong Gin," he said finally. "It’s tough to let go of those things that remind us of how things used to be. I love you. It was my job to protect you. I never wanted you to have to see any of the horror of the war, much less have to fight in it yourself. I didn’t want see that it had affected you; that you’d had to grow up.”
Ginny firmly held his gaze. “I don’t think the fact that those Death Eaters deserved to die makes me any less of a killer. I have to live with that. I can’t forget it and I couldn’t keep pretending that it never happened. I know that you and the rest of the family don’t want to have to think about it, but it’s a part of who I am.”
Bill let the tears run down his face. As much as he’d hurt for his sister when she’d had to kill or be killed, he’d never let himself cry for her. He'd never let her tell him about it. “So,” he whispered. “Remus saw you for who you’d become?”
“Yeah, he saw me as an adult who’d been living in the same hell as him. I was a woman who understood him and what he’d been through. He didn’t need to explain himself to me and I didn’t need to tell him anything about what I’d done. We’d fought in the same war and lost the same friends and we were both lonely. We were both in the mood to forget a little.”
Bill bowed his head and swallowed ineffectually at the lump in his throat. “I’m sorry, Ginny,” he rasped.
“I’m sorry too, Bill,” she replied. “I snuck out to a seedy pub and courted danger on purpose. It made me feel alive and like I had some control over my life. It was all about acting out and being rebellious. Childish, but in the long run no one would have really been hurt by it. Marrying Remus, getting pregnant, that was about falling in love. I didn’t do it to hurt you; I did it because it’s what I needed.”
Bill took a deep breath. He had one more question, he had to be sure. “I can accept that you’re an adult now. As an adult you’re entitled to a life of your own and a man to share that life with. I’ll even concede that Remus is a good man. But, when you were a kid, when he was your professor, or when you were living at Grimmauld Place-”
“No, Bill,” she interrupted. “Not that Remus treated any of us like little kids, but he wasn’t as forthcoming as Sirius either. Honestly, he and everyone else were so focussed on Harry that I don’t think he really noticed me. Until I walked into that bar, he was Professor Lupin to me and he’d never treated me as anything other than a student and the daughter of his very good friends.”
Bill nodded, satisfied. “I know - maybe - that it’s easier for you and Ron, or you and Fred and George to be friends, since you’re all so close in age and were in school together. But, I do really love you, Ginny, and I want to continue to be a part of your life and have you as a part of mine. I don’t want to sit and watch another of my siblings drift away.” He didn't name the brother they'd lost, he didn't have to.
Ginny smiled warmly at him and tears glistened in her eyes. “Maybe we could have lunch together on Fridays? I usually don’t have too much work then, but Remus and Dad are always up to their ears in paperwork.”
Bill returned her smile. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
Chapter 13: The Wedding
The Silver Chain: Epilogue
Index