Hello all, this is my first attempt at a story, I hope you enjoy it and remember to be kind when and if (please, I hope you do) read and review.

Now, I do not own Harry Potter and Co., although I might be interested in renting Sirius for a night or two….. hee hee hee. Any way, this is just for fun and nothing else! Promise!

Not So Private Pillow Talk

Chapter One

Common Room, Dreams and Mumblings.

Ginny was so very tired, 5th year was taking its toll on her. The classes were becoming more and more complicated, this being the year of her O.W.L.S. there was no taking it easy on the students.

She sat in her most favorite spot in the Gryffindor common room. It was a lovely comfy chair big enough for two, by the fire. With all her books, parchments and quills at an arms length scattered around her. She was ready for an intense battle with the books.

'I'll just lay back and close my eyes for a second' she thought. This was in fact her first mistake, or as it would turn out to be, the first step into making one of her long term dreams a reality.

Ginny sat dozing in her own dream world, oblivious to those around her studying, playing and generally getting on with there own lives. Soon she entered one of her more favorite dreams, even if it was a bit racy, she liked the way it would make her feel.

Only a few words were needed to describe her dream and anyone with half an imagination would know why she always woke up with a smile spread from ear to ear. Those words would be; Harry, the boys dorm room, and a locked and charmed door.

It always started innocently enough. Ginny would always be sent up to find out why Harry was not yet at the feast (it didn't matter which feast... that too would change depending on what time of year it was when she was having this particular dream).

She would enter the dorm room after knocking first (after all she was brought up with manners, no matter what her git brothers would say) The only thing that would change was her hair, sometimes it would be up and sometimes it would be down. Other than that, she would have on her normal Hogwarts uniform (o.k., so she might have looked a tad sexier and curvaceous then usual, it was after all HER dream!)

'Harry' she would say, as she walked into his room. He would be just finishing his packing/un-packing (depending on the whole time scheme thing) but always with that sad and longing look in his gorgeous emerald eyes. 'Everyone was wondering where you are, your missing a very good meal' she would say with a smile playing on her lips and a twinkle in her eyes. She would add in a playful way 'you don't want me to owl mum now and tell her that your not eating, now do you?'

Harry would then turn to her with that half smile on his face that always mad her legs go week and turn to jello. 'Ah Gin' he would say 'are you so worried about me that much, you gave up your own chance at this great meal to find me?' (or words to that effect)

She would graciously move closer to him and playfully smack him on the arm. 'Prat' she would call him. Harry would take that opportunity to grab her hand and pull her closer to him. Wrapping his strong arms around her waist, he would whisper in her ear 'but you want this prat…don't you Gin' (It was always said as a statement, never a question).

The dream would always begin the same way (well mostly, give or take a few details) and the rest of the details of this very intoxicating dream would change depending on her mood. Not to mention, as she grew older and learned more about 'things' the detail would become more, well lets just say MORE.

Harry came down into the common room holding a book with a small sigh as he looked around for a good spot. He had a lot of reading to catch up on and didn't feel he was able to concentrate up in the dorm, what with his dorm mates talking about everything from Quidditchto girls. They were only 16 after all, what else would they talk about?

Harry looked around deciding very quickly to sit next to Ginny on the oversized chair by the fire. As he looked down at the seat, he turned his head to greet her when he noticed that she was in deed fast a sleep, still holding her transfiguration text book.

He smiled to himself, Ginny always made him feel happy, and she was after all one of his very good friends. Harry shifted some oh her books onto the near by table to allow room for himself to sit down and very quietly began his required reading.

That is when he heard it. The soft moaning that almost sounded like words coming from the sleeping girl beside him. Harry's' curiosity got the better of him and he couldn't resist, he bent his head closer to try and decipher what she was saying.

As his head got closer to her, she let out another moan and his eyes grew wide with recognition. Was that his name?

Hope you like it so far. This is my first story (and I am sure it won't be long as I am VERY nervous about what you might say) I look forward to any suggestions and advice you may have. All I ask is that you be nice about it, please with a cherry on top??