Disclaimer: I don't own them, duh. JKR and her army of lawyers do.
Thanks to: Elizabeth for the super beta, Shula for the inspiration, Caitlyn for the chocolate and the alcohol, and anyone else who helped in any way.
Dedication: For Kanna-sama, who's wanted me to write a fic of this nature for ages. I love you, babe.
Moonlight Capers - Prologue
"the emptiness, the craziness,
satisfies this hungriness..."
- Sleep Together, Garbage
Ginny's eyes flew open as she woke with a start.
*Not again*, she thought, as her eyes slowly became accustomed to the velvety darkness. This was the third time this week she'd had that same dream. And it was a strange dream. A mysterious figure, whose face she couldn't see, and whose voice she didn't hear. But she could feel the stranger's hair brush her cheek, and feel their hot, urgent breath on her skin. All the little redhead knew was that she awoke from these dreams feeling breathless, flustered and incredibly aroused.
Still breathing heavily, she sat up and pushed the deep velvet curtains aside. Creeping quietly through the inky blackness toward the dorm door, she padded quietly to the bathroom for a glass of water. There was no way she could sleep now, not after a dream like that.
The harsh white glare of the bathroom hurt Ginny's eyes. Quietly running a beaker of water, she stared into the stained mirror above the basin. A pale girl stared back at her, although the crystalline freckled skin carried a deep rose flush. Her huge brown eyes, slightly screwed against the glaring fluorescence, looked almost black, and her tousled red hair fell loosely to her shoulders. *One of those girls who can get straight out of bed and not look half bad*, she thought, yawning in spite of herself and hurriedly turning it into a sheepish grin.
Leaning gently on the edge of the basin, Ginny stared moodily at the chilly floor. She'd been waking up in a sweat for about two weeks now, and the lack of sleep was getting to her. More intriguing was the identity of her dream lover. Subconscious fantasies of this nature were not unusual - a year or two back, she'd had plenty of dreams about Harry - but this was different. They seemed so real. Even now, in the decidedly unromantic atmosphere of the Gryffindor girls' bathroom, when Ginny closed her eyes she could feel this strange figure moving over her. Feel their breath on her forehead. Feel their lips on her skin...
Shaking these thoughts from her mind, Ginny drained the beaker and walked slowly back to her dormitory. Sliding back into the cold four-poster, she lay awake for a while, her eyes lazily flicking around the room. Sure, a dream was just a dream. But Ginny had an uneasy feeling that these particular dreams were somehow more real than most.
To be comtinued......
Thanks to: Elizabeth for the super beta, Shula for the inspiration, Caitlyn for the chocolate and the alcohol, and anyone else who helped in any way.
Dedication: For Kanna-sama, who's wanted me to write a fic of this nature for ages. I love you, babe.
Moonlight Capers - Prologue
"the emptiness, the craziness,
satisfies this hungriness..."
- Sleep Together, Garbage
Ginny's eyes flew open as she woke with a start.
*Not again*, she thought, as her eyes slowly became accustomed to the velvety darkness. This was the third time this week she'd had that same dream. And it was a strange dream. A mysterious figure, whose face she couldn't see, and whose voice she didn't hear. But she could feel the stranger's hair brush her cheek, and feel their hot, urgent breath on her skin. All the little redhead knew was that she awoke from these dreams feeling breathless, flustered and incredibly aroused.
Still breathing heavily, she sat up and pushed the deep velvet curtains aside. Creeping quietly through the inky blackness toward the dorm door, she padded quietly to the bathroom for a glass of water. There was no way she could sleep now, not after a dream like that.
The harsh white glare of the bathroom hurt Ginny's eyes. Quietly running a beaker of water, she stared into the stained mirror above the basin. A pale girl stared back at her, although the crystalline freckled skin carried a deep rose flush. Her huge brown eyes, slightly screwed against the glaring fluorescence, looked almost black, and her tousled red hair fell loosely to her shoulders. *One of those girls who can get straight out of bed and not look half bad*, she thought, yawning in spite of herself and hurriedly turning it into a sheepish grin.
Leaning gently on the edge of the basin, Ginny stared moodily at the chilly floor. She'd been waking up in a sweat for about two weeks now, and the lack of sleep was getting to her. More intriguing was the identity of her dream lover. Subconscious fantasies of this nature were not unusual - a year or two back, she'd had plenty of dreams about Harry - but this was different. They seemed so real. Even now, in the decidedly unromantic atmosphere of the Gryffindor girls' bathroom, when Ginny closed her eyes she could feel this strange figure moving over her. Feel their breath on her forehead. Feel their lips on her skin...
Shaking these thoughts from her mind, Ginny drained the beaker and walked slowly back to her dormitory. Sliding back into the cold four-poster, she lay awake for a while, her eyes lazily flicking around the room. Sure, a dream was just a dream. But Ginny had an uneasy feeling that these particular dreams were somehow more real than most.
To be comtinued......