A/N: Hey there! P.E. Williams here, author of what will soon be known as the worst piece of Harry/Ginny fan-fiction that has ever existed. I've been sitting on this idea for a while now, but haven't gotten around to it for a number of reasons. Mostly because I can't write a story to save my life. But I gave this prologue a go and found it actually sounded pretty good (at least it did to me). I will be posting again, but it depends on my schedule. Reviews are welcomed!
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Prologue – Binding Dreams and Fantasies
Nothingness. That was what Harry awoke to when he finally drifted off to sleep that night. Just a sea of white. Yet, as Harry looked around the nothingness, he knew that there was something or someone there with him. He could feel it. The feeling of fire and warmth, of love and passion; a feeling Harry could not quite place. And then he saw something – not white, but red.
A person was stood, not ten feet away, with their back to him. But he knew who she was; there could be no other person in the world with hair the same shade as hers. She turned around to face him. No words were spoken – none were needed. She stepped closer to him, and he did the same in return. They were face to face, nose to nose. And then it happened...
He kissed her, and she in return kissed him back. Harry could taste her mother's treacle tart on her lips. They locked eyes – emerald looking into brown, brown looking into emerald – and knew that there was nothing in the world that could ever be better than what they were experiencing at that moment. The kiss intensified, and soon tongues were battling for dominance. His hands were in her hair, her hands were in his. They became lost in the passion and heat of the moment.
Eventually, they broke apart, both gasping for air. Harry looked into her eyes, and she looked into his once more. He opened his mouth, to tell her the words he knew she wanted to hear. "Ginny," he said, almost as a whisper, "I love-"
Harry woke up abruptly. He was in his room, in his Uncle's house on Privet Drive. Cursing the world for ending the one good dream he had had in weeks, he rolled over and started to go over what he had just dreamed. Why was he thinking about such things? Did he really have feelings for Ginny?
Meanwhile, two hundred miles away on the outskirts of Ottery St. Catchpole, Ginny Weasley was sat looking out of her bedroom window – reminiscing about the very same dream...