It's Just a Dream
"It's over. It's over, Harry. I'm here. Wake up! It's just a dream. Harry, please wake up. Oh, please Harry!" Ginny shook Harry out of his nightmare. He opened his eyes with a jolt. "What was it about this time?" Ginny asked recognizing the look on his face. She grabbed Harry's hand and whipped the tears from his face. "It was a different dream, a new one." Harry shuttered.
"It started with me walking through Hogwarts. I was alone, completely alone. It was dead quiet. I wanted someone to come out of the darkness and feel the void emptiness gave me. I walked into the Great Hall and . . ." Ginny squeezed his hand tighter as tears returned to Harry's face. "There were dead bodies lining the hall. I kept walking and looked down at the blank faces lying on the ground. I saw Tonks, Lupin, Dobby, and Fred." Ginny went stiff at the sound of her dead brother's name. "Then I saw Cho, Neville, Dean, the rest of the DA, Bill, Percy, George, your mum and dad, Ron, and Hermione. Then I saw you, Gin. You were lying among the dead but I saw you weren't one of them yet. You were dying extremely slowly. You were bleeding severely. I tried to heal you, but my wand just wouldn't work on you. I clung myself to your body and told you to come back to me and not die. I yelled your name hoping for a response. I felt your heartbeat falter once and twice. The third time was different, it didn't beat again. You died in my arms." Harry was no shaking at the memory of his dream.
"Oh, Harry." Ginny threw her arms around his neck. "It was just a dream. I'm still here, baby." She kissed him so passionately and full of love he forgot for a second what his dream was about. Harry just couldn't let this beautiful and breathtaking kiss end. He pulled her closer and started to run his work callused hands through her shinny red hair.
Ginny pushed herself on top of him and deepened the kiss, her tongue running around his mouth. Ginny felt her hands unbuttoning his shirt. She felt true bliss as Harry rubbed her back with his strong hands. Ginny felt something not that familiar to her, she felt an unstoppable lust for the man on the bed with her. Harry felt it in her, as well as in him. He ran his hands down to the hem of her nightgown and started to rise it up and over her head. Ginny giggled in agreement.
"Oh, Mr. Potter does this make you forget your nightmare?" Ginny asked running her hands up and down his chest. "Gin, you make me forget my own name sometimes." Harry kissed her lustfully until; a voice came from the doorway. "Bloody hell, Harry! What in the hell do you think you are doing to my little sister?"