Ginny lay in Harry's bed watching the rays of the sun move slowly across the ceiling the seconds of the day ticking by slowly. She was gradually feeling more and more numb with every second but she didn't care. Her mind was receding in on itself, but she couldn't find the fear or will to stop it. When she closed her eyes tightly she could see the purple blue power that was Harry behind her lids. When she opened them again everything around her felt less real.
Thinking on Harry she was more and more sure that the strange feeling at the back of her mind was actually a connection to him. After the weird events of the day nothing seemed too farfetched and as she thought on it it seemed more and more a real possibility. Ginny had always been extra aware of Harry, being able to find him better than anyone. She had always been attuned to his emotions, being able to discern everything even when he was being tight lipped about how he was actually feeling. For as long as she could remember she had had a sixth sense when it came to Harry, and maybe this was just an evolution of that.
Some time in the afternoon Hermione returned and sat on the bed next to her. She didn't say anything this time, choosing to sit silently with her friend, but she did take Ginny's hand squeezing it lightly and silently letting her know that she was there for her when she needed. Ginny was finding it hard to keep her thoughts straight, the tumbling feeling becoming more and more prominent.
Finally one thought pushed up and she was able to see it clearly enough to speak, "can a person be tied to someone they love by magic?" she asked making Hermione jump.
Once Hermione's heartbeat had settled enough she thought about Ginny's question her mind pulling up countless texts that she had read and recorded. She could remember some manuscript that she had read while doing research for one of her clients that said something along those lines but she didn't have any in depth material.
"Well I have read that in some very rare cases when not only are two people in love, but their magic also complements each other it can cause a bond to form. Some believe it's a bond through nothing but magic, others say that it's a soul bond that's unbreakable by either party. Not much research has been done on such phenomenon's since they just don't occur that often."
Ginny nodded soaking in everything she said but then went back to starring at the ceiling, Hermione tried to pry something else out of her but she couldn't get Ginny to respond any more.
Realising that was the best she was going to get she slid off the bed and left the room. When she made it downstairs she found Ron sat with his mother trying to calm her down.
"Did she say anything?" Molly all but screech when she saw Hermione appear.
"She asked me about soul bonding but that was about it," Hermione said plopping down into a chair next to Ron and leaning her head on his shoulder.
"Soul bonding, what on earth would she want to know about that for?"
Ron looked to Hermione who only shrugged and settled back into his side, he wrapped and arm around her pulling her closer to him and kissed her forehead before turning his attention back to his mother.
"Isn't it obvious mum, that's what she thinks she has with Harry," he looked down at Hermione again and she nodded, "and well I think she's probably right."
Molly paled then, her fingers shaking she tried to take a sip of her drink but when it spilled over for the second time she put the cup back in the saucer and sat back in her chair.
"But don't soul bonded have to be near each other or risk illness," she swallowed looking away from her son, "or death."
Hermione sat up then, the text she had remembered coming back more. Molly was right, soul bonded had to feel the presence of their mates regularly or risk doing themselves damage. That was why Ginny was mourning Harry, because she could no longer feel him.
Jumping up she excused herself promising to be back soon, and headed out of the house. Ron watched her go recognising that glow to her eyes, she had thought of something and was more than likely about to dive into her extensive book collection. Ron didn't bother following her knowing he'd be a hindrance more than anything, instead he turned back to his mother reaching across the table to take her hand in his.
Upstairs George had pulled a chair up outside Harry's room so he could be close at hand if Ginny needed anything. He knew from personal experience how annoying it was to have someone sit in the room and constantly watch you, so instead he opted to be close by just in case she happened to call out for anything.
Inside the room Ginny felt more tired than she had in her life. Even though she had already napped that day she felt her eyelids growing heavy and she didn't see any reason to fight against it, so she let the darkness come and suck her into unconsciousness.
Harry was acutely aware that he was dreaming, he had had lucid dreams before in his life, but nothing like this one. He was stood in the garden of the Burrow and he knew for sure it was night time because there were stars above his head, but the light was brighter than it should have been. The air was warm against his skin and it was as he thought this that he realised he was topless. Stupidly feeling self-conscious he wrapped his arms around himself and was rewarded with a giggle floating his way from somewhere out in the darkness. He strained his eyes and eventually picked up a figure walking slowly towards him.
He knew instantly who it was and he felt fire spread through his body. He was aware of the fact that it wasn't just his dream self that was aflame but his actual body as well. Ginny sauntered forward and he sucked in a breath at the sight of her. She had never looked so beautiful, her skin seemed to be glowing like she had swallowed the moon, and he happily realised all she was wearing was the purple and gold underwear set.
"You like, well you must you picked them," she laughed as she walked forward and placed her palms against his chest.
He felt power rock through his body, this time not just his own but hers. He could distinctly taste the difference in her power; it was like sucking on fresh strawberries. She pressed her palm into his skin above his heart and he realised as she trailed her other hand over his collarbone that there was no scars marring his skin. She read the shock on his features and smiled.
"We can be whatever we want here," she said answering his unasked question.
Leaning forwards she pressed her lips into his and he surrendered wrapping her in his arms.
"This is real isn't it, you're really here," he said breaking their kiss for a moment to look into her amber eyes.
"Well if I was your dream I would probably just say yes, but the truth is yes I'm real Harry and if it wasn't for the fact that I was starved for your touch I would be very angry with you right now."
She stroked her body along his and he shivered at the feel, he wanted to touch every inch of her skin, but he knew he had to say something important to her.
"I didn't want to leave you Ginny, but I had to," he said as he pushed his hands into her hair and lifted her face so he could look at her.
He could see the sorrow then buried underneath the need and knew he had hurt her more deeply than anyone before.
"Don't you see though Harry you can't leave me," she kissed him then, more aggressive then she had ever been.
Ginny knew then that this was her only chance to change things, if she didn't make him see he would try to leave and they would both die for it. She pressed herself into him again moulding her smaller frame against his as if she had been made for him. Spanning his hips with her hands she dipped them into the waistband of the underwear her was wearing and trailed her nails down over his tight buttocks. He growled at her then, pulling her head harder then he meant to but she didn't protest in pain, instead she dug her nails in biting into his skin. He threw his head back unable to contain how good it felt.
"We can't hurt each other here Harry, we can be whatever we want, and you can have whatever you want from me."
She stepped back from him and a bed materialised out of nowhere. The mattress was thick and piled high with thick blankets and pillows. She leant back against it leaning on her elbows it was so high.
He had never seen her look sexier then she did right there, and invitation he couldn't resist. Picking her up he flung her onto the bed and crawled onto it over her. She sat up wrapping her hands around his neck and he slipped his fingers under the bra he loved so much and tore the material from her skin spilling her breasts into his hands. He moulded them and she arched her body against his.
Feeling sinful he grabbed her hips and flipped them so she was on top of him.
"I want to watch you," he whispered and she smiled wickedly.
Without a thought she balled the material of his briefs in her hand and pulled easily ripping the material in half. She pushed the shreds away from his hips and trailed her finger along the sensitive skin at the hollow of his hip. He shivered and she knew he liked it, leaning down she replaced her fingers with tongue. He pushed his hands into her hair again twisting the lock bruisingly tight but it felt wonderful in this place. She looked up and along his body then, locking her eyes with his as her tongue darted out and flicked the tip of his member. He squeezed her hair again and she laughed this time licking along the full length.
"I would love to feel the inside of your mouth my love, but my body is demanding that I be buried in much sweeter places," he said pulling her up slowly.
She slipped her knees between his legs and ever so slowly shimmed out of her knickers. Harry wanted to scream at how slowly she removed that scrap of material but he couldn't seem to find his voice. When she discarded it he dug his fingers into her hips giving her no chose but to straddle him, bringing her hot core right in contact with his manhood. It was almost more than he could bare but what she did next was sweet torture.
Rocking her hips she slid the core of herself across the length of his member, coating him in her heat. He reached out and gripped her breasts then, the temptation to much for him to handle. He realised as she rocked that she was pleasuring herself against him and it nearly made him spill himself right there.
"Gin baby if you don't let me in soon I'm not going to last," he pleaded and she laughed a throaty sexy sound.
Giving her hips one last wiggle she slid down until she was positioned just over the tip of him. She meant to slide down him slowly torturing him even more, but he grabbed her hips locking her in place and drove his forwards burying himself in one stroke.
She cried out at the feeling of him entering her so sharply, barely clinging on. He smirked at the look on her face and pulled out only to drive forwards again just as hard and fast. She moaned her hands coming up to caress along her breast and he watched her hands play across them practically salivating.
Gripping her tightly he drove himself into her over and over again, enjoying the little whimpers that slipped from her mouth. She could feel herself beginning to lose it and knew she wouldn't be able to hang on for much longer. He was driving her faster and faster towards the edge. She called out as his hips rocked faster and faster, faster then would be possible in the waking world.
"Harry," she gasped as she felt herself starting to slip.
"Hold on love, I'm with you," he bit out.
He let go off her hips then and she was able to rock against him as he came up, meeting him with just as much force and driving him even deeper inside of her. She cried out as he hit her limit and pushed her over the edge.
Harry watched as she orgasmed and decided that was definitely the sexiest thing he had ever seen. As she shuddered he was unable to hold himself back, especially when he felt her power flood his mind. His own came roaring forwards to crash into her invading wave and the two mingling was like nothing he had felt before. He was aware that Ginny screamed out as she orgasmed again, but his mind was so clouded that he couldn't think straight his own cry being torn from her throat.
George had been dozing lightly on the chair his head lolled to one side when he heard Ginny scream. He jumped to his feet knocking the chair over as he went and flew into the bedroom in time to see her disappear in a blinding white flash. Seconds later a power wave hit him knocking him off his feet. He was shaking his head trying to clear the ringing when Ron and his mother burst in the room.
"Where is she?" Ron demanded and all George could do was shake his head, he had no idea where she was.