Ginny had just fallen asleep and was in the middle of wonderful dream. Then, like all good things, the good ended and fright set in. From kissing Harry, to being jumped on by something out of the ordinary. Ginny sat bolt upright in bed and screamed. She was shivering in fear and her heart was in her throat. Harry dashed into her room; no one else was at the Weasley residence.
"Ginny, what's wrong? What happened? Is someone trying to hurt you?" Harry asked, panicked.
"No, I had a terrible nightmare!" she said in shaky voice.
"Would you like to talk about it?" Harry offered.
"Ok. The dream started off with me kissing you," Ginny began, "And then it turned terrible." She stopped talking and shivered. Harry pulled her close.
"What happened after that?" Harry asked.
"A rogue pygmy puff jumped on me!" she shrieked in fear. Harry felt a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. Finally, he couldn't contain himself and cracked up.
"Excuse me? Did you say a… pygmy, pygmy p…pufffff jumped on you? You were scared of a pygmy puff of all th…things?" he choked out.
"Don't laugh at me! It wasn't funny! It was scary!" Ginny said stubbornly.
"Oh yeah Gin, real scary. I'll remember that I should be more afraid of pygmy puffs than Voldemort! What's next, a nightmare involving socks? Get real! A pygmy puff! Come on, Pig is scarier than a pygmy puff!"
Ginny smiled at her own stupidity. 'A pygmy puff? Come on, Ron's scarier than that, of course he's scarier than a lot of things.' She started laughing with Harry. When they'd laughed themselves out, Harry looked down at Ginny and said, "No more pygmy puff induced nightmares, ok?" Ginny scowled and smacked him. Then her scowl disappeared and she said "I love you."
"I love you too." Harry told the short red head. They fell asleep together.
Ginny had a very blissful dream consisting of her, Harry and the house to themselves for about 5 hours. It stayed blissful and pygmy puff free, until Harry started screaming about killer dirty socks.