Small Reveries
Harry:
"Oh, Harry," Ginny whispered, her voice low. Harry shifted, and she moved closer to him. He was busy nuzzling her neck - specifically the area right below her left earlobe. Her voice in his ear made his body have a strange reaction, and he felt himself lean into her, almost grinding his hips against hers. Harry felt Ginny push back, his hardness meeting her softness, and he let out a soft moan of pleasure as she gripped him firmly in her arms...
"Harry! Wake up, you git. Snape's going to put you in detention again if you're late for Potions one more time."
Harry blinked at the sound of the harsh voice that had just awoken him from his dream. He saw the fuzzy shape of Ron moving back towards his side of the dormitory, already dressed and ready for class. Harry turned over and grabbed his glasses, feeling as though he'd just been hit in the head with a Bludger; hadn't he just gone to bed?
"It's time for class already?" he managed to squawk out as he threw his legs over the right side of his bed. He'd been sleeping later and later lately, and it was very unlike him. Ron snorted and walked over to Harry's bed, his rucksack over his shoulder.
"Yeah, and you'd better get moving. I'll grab some toast for you and meet you by the entrance to the dungeons. Forget Snape; Hermione's going to pop something when she sees you've slept late again."
Harry nodded his head numbly and started pulling on his clothes from the day before. He realized with some dread that his body was still very much in the throes of whatever it was he'd been dreaming, and he paused, glancing at Ron, who had turned and started walking away. Harry released a sigh of relief.
"Oh, and Harry?" Ron paused by the door, and Harry turned to look at him from across the room.
"Stop having bloody sex dreams about my little sister. It's damn annoying to hear you moan her name out as you sleep."
Ron let the door to the dormitory close with a bang, and Harry fell back on the bed, an unhappy sound escaping his lips.
It was going to be another one of those days.
o-o-o-o-o
One Month Prior:
Harry was exhausted. He had more homework than was humanly possible. Even longer evenings of Quidditch practice, thanks to Ron wanting them to perfect a new formation he and Ginny had come up with. He'd had a session of intense Occlumency with Professor Dumbledore. All in all, Harry was knackered into next week. All he wanted to do was fall straight to bed, but Ginny had other ideas. Namely, driving him crazy with that bloody mouth of hers as they snogged in the broom cupboard near the statue of Lachlan the Lanky. Typically, Harry was all for the snogging. Typically, he'd never be thinking of anything but the wonderful girl in his arms. But right now, all Harry was thinking of was his bed. His lovely, big soft...bed...with its nice fluffy pillows and its...
"Harry, is something wrong?"
Harry blinked and realized Ginny had stopped kissing his neck and was staring at him with a worried look in her eyes.
"Hmm...no, why?"
Ginny frowned at him. "Well, because I'm kissing you, and you've hardly said a word since we've come in here, and you're not very...responsive."
Harry felt his skin heat. He shook his head. "I'm sorry, Ginny - I'm...just... exhausted."
Ginny nodded and pulled away a moment later. "Oh. Well, I reckon we can call it a night then."
Harry smiled at her thankfully and turned to find his map, to make certain no one was outside the door.
"Okay, it's clear outside. I'll head out first, all right?" he said as he glanced at her. Ginny nodded and had Harry been perhaps a little less tired and a little bit more alert, he would have seen that Ginny's expression was very...upset. But he was already focused on getting to sleep, and he slipped quietly out of the broom cupboard, without giving it another thought.
That is until he dreamed later that night.
It was a good dream - for Harry, anyway. No Voldemort. No Sirius falling through the veil. No foggy scene where people he loved got killed. No, this was just him and Ginny doing what they'd been doing in the broom cupboard. Except this time, Harry was very much up for it. In fact, dream Harry had been getting a bit carried away when suddenly he was rudely awakened by Ron. Harry batted his friend's hand away before he'd even opened his eyes.
"Hey, what's the big idea?" he finally said as he looked for his glasses. Ron released the grip he had on him and stared at him.
"Harry, what were you just dreaming of?"
Harry blinked at his friend and then remembered something about Ginny sitting on top of him. He was suddenly very aware that all of his body had awoken with him. Harry was thankful he'd pulled the heavy duvet over him before falling asleep.
"Er, um...I don't recall, really..."
Ron narrowed his eyes and gave him a steadied look. Finally, he shook his head and stood up, looking down at Harry.
"Right. Well, next time you and Ginny get up to something like that, try not to dream about it later, okay?" Ron shuddered and went back to his bed, leaving a very embarrassed and nonplussed Harry staring after him. He heard Seamus snicker, and Neville coughed loudly before silence settled over the room once again.
Oh my god, was I saying things out loud?
He felt the hot sting of embarrassment fill him. Needless to say, Harry didn't get much sleep the rest of the night.
o-o-o-o-o
Present Day:
No, no, don't look at her chest...no, no...don't look at her chest...no...
"Um, earth to Harry?"
Harry pulled his eyes up from his girlfriend's opened robe and blinked at her. "Yeah?"
Ginny gave him a patient smile and shook her head at him. "I asked you if you were going to eat the rest of that bread?"
Harry stared down at the two extra slices of bread he'd grabbed at lunch and shook his head, pushing his plate towards her. They were in the Great Hall, eating, and it was the one time they actually got to see each other during the day. Usually, they'd go off somewhere outside to be alone. But it had decided to snow that morning, and Ginny hadn't fancied catching a cold. Judging by the lack of clothes she seemed to have on under her robe, Harry couldn't blame her. He realized he was staring again, like a right perv, and somehow managed to pull his eyes back up to her face.
Yeah, just look at her face...yeah, you can do that. So what if you were dreaming about touching what's underneath that robe...
"Are you okay, Harry?" Ginny asked, concerned. He nodded his head. He wondered if she'd consent to run off to a broom cupboard before their afternoon classes. They hadn't done that in a long while.
He leaned forward and licked his lips. "I was thinking, maybe we could er...um..."
"Harry! You left your book in Potions. Professor Snape was about to throw it out, but luckily, I noticed it and told him I would make certain you took better care of it."
Hermione, followed by Ron, joined them and handed him his notebook. Harry suppressed a groan, as now any chance of asking Ginny to be alone with him had been blown. Ginny started talking with Ron about the upcoming Quidditch match, and Harry sighed. Now he'd definitely never get a chance to speak to her. He suddenly wanted to be by himself for a while.
"I'm going back to the common room," he said as he got up. Ginny paused in her description of a new move she'd come up with for the Chasers and gave him an odd look.
"Do you want me to go with you?" she asked suddenly, and Harry almost nodded his head, thankful she picked up on his feelings when Ron interrupted.
"Nah, Harry's fine, aren't you, mate? Look, go over that bit about flying upside again? I think you and Hewitt will really be able to make that move work."
Ginny glanced from Ron to Harry, still uncertain. Harry shrugged, and she smiled, going back to describing again. Harry sighed and said goodbye to Hermione, who mumbled something from behind her book.
Brilliant, Harry thought. Just bleeding wonderful. I want to snog my girlfriend, and she'd rather talk Quidditch with her brother. No wonder I've had funny dreams...
o-o-o-o-o
Harry remembered the exact moment when he'd realized he really liked Ginevra Molly Weasley. It had been late in his sixth year. People had been trying to kill him again, of course, and he had been in no shape or mood to deal with anyone or anything. Except Ginny. She'd somehow managed to get under his skin enough that when she told him exactly what she thought of him after he'd got angry at everyone for trying to 'help' - it actually sunk in.
It was then - her face flushed from her anger (at him), her hair falling haphazardly out of the ponytail she'd stuck it in, and her utter defiance in the face of his obstinate stubbornness (actually, Harry was pretty confident that she'd called it his 'pig-headed idiocy') that he'd been gobsmacked into finally realizing that not only had Ginny grown up a great deal, but she'd grown up into something Harry was very interested in figuring out.
And it hadn't taken him very long after that - not really - to admit to her that he fancied her. It had been effortless, actually - far better than it had been with Cho...far better than anything in his life, really. And Harry soon realized that Ginny herself was unlike anything else in his life - their friendship grew into something more before he'd even realized it. Now he couldn't even fathom his days without her. Although his nights...ah, well, that was where Harry was starting to develop a few...oddities.
He was dreaming a lot more, for one thing. Something not entirely unheard of in his life, true - but he wasn't dreaming about Voldemort - he wasn't dreaming about the many other dark things in his past - no, he was having extremely detailed and pervy dreams about his girlfriend. Which probably wasn't odd if you were a normal teenage boy, but Harry was anything but, wasn't he? He didn't know what to do about the dreams. That was the main thing. He'd found himself growing increasingly aware of everything Ginny did - whether it was something as simple as her hand brushing against his, or the light of the sun on her hair during Quidditch practice. He'd suddenly find himself with a whole other different sort of issue, and it had absolutely nothing to do with anything he'd ever faced - no, this was far scarier in Harry's eyes. He didn't know the first thing about girls - although, to her credit, Ginny was helping a bit in that regard - and he most definitely didn't know the first thing about something as mysterious as sex.
In short, Harry was terrified.
But the dreams were fun; even he had to admit that. And now, they were having some sort of weird effect on his brain, and even though he knew he'd only dreamed it - he still couldn't help but look at Ginny and think about what was under her clothes. And then that led to him thinking about touching what was under those clothes, and he'd have issues again. And he'd have to go off by himself until the problem got sorted. So to speak.
Unfortunately, there wasn't a lot of privacy to be had at Hogwarts, and he wasn't about to ask any of the other blokes what they did. For all Harry knew, he was an abnormal freak whose body liked to betray him by going off every hour on the hour. He didn't even want to know what Ginny would think of him. They had only snogged and held hands, and maybe once, he'd been able to touch her breast, through her robe, but that was it.
And Harry was fine with that - he wasn't really looking to become that acquainted with Ginny's anatomy, well, not at school anyway - he'd much rather be able to figure things out some place nice and private - but Harry knew he was slowly going quite mad from the constant...unfulfilled issues his body kept giving him. He reckoned the dreams were his body's way of working things out. Or maybe they were his brain's way, and his body just went along for the ride because even Harry could tell from his meager sensations that it was a pretty happy-feeling trip.
It's unfair! He thought as he stared out the window of the common room. Why don't girls get to walk around and be burning lumps of hormones?
Harry figured that if Ginny was going through the same thing as him, they'd be able to talk about it, at least. He trusted her judgment on things almost as much as he did Ron and Hermione's - probably more so, actually. But what was he supposed to say? Hey, Gin, how was class? Oh, by the way, woke up with a fantastic erection this morning; care to guess what I was thinking of?
She'd probably think he was sex maniac...or...worse, some...boy who couldn't even sleep without being turned on like a Muggle light switch. Not that she'd probably get that reference. Sighing in frustration, he decided to skive off his afternoon class and headed upstairs towards his bed. Maybe he just needed some sleep. Some very undisturbed and non-arousing sleep.
Harry knew his chances for that were probably slim - his brain acted as though it were on overdrive - trying to see what would make him crack first - the lack of alone time with the real Ginny, or the intensity of the alone time with the sex kitten that was named Ginny in his head.
It didn't look good to Harry in either direction.
o-o-o-o-o
"Ginny, what are you doing?"
"Taking my robe off; isn't that what you wanted, Harry?"
"Er, well...Ginny! You're naked under that!"
"Hmm. Yeah, so you finally noticed. Come here and warm me up, Harry. Put that mouth of yours to work, why don't you?"
Harry moved forward almost by instinct - because it certainly wasn't bravery that was fuelling his blood now - and pulled her roughly to him. Her skin felt soft and hot to the touch, and as he started to do what she'd asked, he felt himself grow harder and suddenly didn't want to bother with kissing. He turned and pushed her against the wall, and she whispered something that caressed his skin, causing him to pulse with desire.
"Take me, Harry, take me now..."
"Hmm, Harry, this is nice," Ginny said, her voice soft. Harry's eyes blinked open, and he realized two things at once - one, Ginny was in his bed, and two, he had a very stiff issue to take care of. He rolled right and jumped out of bed, looking down at her. Luckily, Ginny had climbed in behind him - he hadn't been next to her when his body had decided to wake up...but the idea of her hand accidentally touching that, while he'd been dreaming about pinning her up against a wall...Harry shuddered. Ginny looked at him, a lazy smile on her face.
"Sorry, did I startle you? I thought you were awake - I heard you saying something."
"I...what are you doing in here...?" Harry glanced furtively around the dorm, thanking his stars it was empty, hoping everyone was still in class.
"Madam Sprout gave us the afternoon off to study the Belladonna Wings; I've already done my share of the revision, so I thought I'd see where you'd got to - Ron said you hadn't made it to Care of Magical Creatures. Harry? What's wrong?"
Ginny gave him a funny look as he leaned forward and then back, trying to get things to settle down, smoothing his robe in place. He gave her a wild look.
"You shouldn't be in here! What if someone saw you?"
Ginny frowned. "Girls are allowed in the boy's dorm, Harry. Besides, it's not the first time I've slept next to you. What's the problem?"
"I...there's...what if someone had seen you?"
"Well, before you jumped out of bed like a wild man, the hangings were closed around us, and I'd cast a Silencing Charm," Ginny said dryly, sitting up.
"Why?" Harry squeaked out, watching her closely.
She raised her eyebrow. "Because I thought you needed some rest, I know I did - and I didn't want to be disturbed. Honestly, Harry, I'm sorry the idea of waking up with me in your bed is so disagreeable."
Harry was in no condition to convince her of the fact that waking up with her was fine - his erection still throbbed painfully in between his legs and watching Ginny moving about on his bed, without her robe (she did have clothes on underneath, after all, he was sad to see), was doing nothing to deter his need. He grumbled something unintelligible and headed towards the loo - he needed to take care of things now.
He closed the door of the toilet, slipping his hand to his trousers, and desperately took hold of himself. His mind filled with too many wanton images of Ginny - yes, she'd slept in his bed before - but that had been before his brain had been taken over with erotic images - and happily found release, coming quickly before he'd even had chance to warm up to his task. He rested his head against the cool tile of the wall and moaned softly.
Oh, god, she probably thinks I'm off her, he thought to himself as his blood started returning to the other parts of his body. He seemed to recall certain expressions of dismay on Ginny's face anytime they'd been alone together recently. Usually at something he'd done.
When he finally felt composed, he wasn't surprised to see that Ginny had left the boy's dorm. He sat down on his bed and lay back, groaning in frustration, not sure what to do. How do you tell a girl that you like her so much that you can't even be in the same room with her without your body going into some sort of shock?
o-o-o-o-o
Ginny:
Oh, that Harry Potter...sometimes...I swear, if he wasn't so...Harry, I'd never put up with him, Ginny thought to herself as she angrily made her way to her own dorm and bed. She then realized the silliness of her statement, and it made her frown even more.
She didn't know what Harry's problem was lately, but she was getting really tired of it. He was always either staring off into space or mumbling something incoherent as he looked at his feet. And when she touched him, he always moved away or wouldn't look her in the eye. Even for Harry, that was borderline rude behavior, and now he was acting like a crazy person and rushing off to the loo, just because she'd decided to take a nap with him.
Honestly, she thought, he acts as though he doesn't want us to be together anymore.
Ginny froze as the thought sunk into her head. Could that be it? Could Harry be trying to find a way to break with her without hurting her feelings any more than he had to? Had he stopped fancying her?
She reflected back on the last time Harry had actually touched her or even snogged her. She realized with some dread that it had been a while because no, she didn't count the time they'd been snogging, and he'd feigned off interest because he'd been tired. Uh oh.
She'd been thrilled when she and Harry had finally got together; it had been what she had always secretly wanted but had given up on ever happening - and she had been really mean to him too - telling him off much like her Mum did to her Dad - and he'd just looked at her with those eyes of his and told her she was right. Someone could have knocked her down with a quill when he'd then reached out and taken hold of her hand, squeezing it tightly in his. After that, Ginny had gone from 'over him' to over the moon about him, and she'd never looked back.
She now racked her brain, trying to come up with some reason why Harry would no longer want to be with her. They hadn't been fighting - they hadn't been doing much of anything, this was true - but she just accepted that as expected, not to mention they were both super busy with their schoolwork. Plus Harry had the DA to run and his Occlumency to practice...it hardly left them time to discuss the intricacies of their relationship. And of course, she was constantly worried about Voldemort trying to take Harry away from her - but she didn't let Harry know that though - she knew he didn't need any thing else to worry about.
In truth, Ginny had been a bit frustrated by her and Harry's lack of...progression in certain areas. She knew loads of other girls who had at least had a boy's hand under their robe, and here she was, in a very committed relationship with one of the sexiest boys in Gryffindor, and she'd only felt Harry touch her once and it had been very above the robe and very brief. She knew Harry wasn't like other boys, but still...he'd have to want to do something, right? If he really fancied her?
Maybe he doesn't find me attractive anymore, she thought sadly. She stood from her bed and went to the small mirror that sat on her bureau, gazing at herself unflinchingly. Maybe he's never found me attractive at all.
Ginny frowned as the very nasty thought echoed painfully in her head. No, that wasn't true. Harry did fancy her - or at least, he had. She'd seen that look in his eyes after kissing her - that look that made her toes curl and her heart beat faster. So what if she hadn't seen it in a while?
Continuing to frown at herself, she pulled her hair out of its clasp and started brushing it, determination filling her.
Fine, if he wants to call it off, he can. But I'll show him what he's going to be missing before he does it.
o-o-o-o-o
One Month Prior:
Ginny loved snogging her boyfriend - she would have never admitted it out loud, of course, her mother hadn't raised a complete idiot - but she was particularly keen about the activity nonetheless. Some small part of her couldn't wait for her and her snogging partner to actually take things further. She was sixteen for Merlin's sake - not a saint. She had needs and wants just like any other girl. Plus, she had six older brothers to learn things from. So what if they didn't know she'd listened to them talk about 'things' when they didn't think she was listening? Her brothers were a right bunch of perverts, actually, thank goodness, and Ginny had learned a great deal.
But the boyfriend in question - one Harry James Potter - he did something to her insides that no other boy had ever done, and she found herself hesitant to actually be as bold as she felt. So she enjoyed the snogging and tried to ignore the growing pool of heat that seemed to be melting her from the inside out, every time Harry touched her.
Except, of course, he wasn't touching her now.
Ginny frowned as she pulled her mouth back from his neck and glanced at him. He had a faraway expression on his face that she somehow didn't think had anything to do with her. She'd been incredibly proud of the work she'd been doing on his neck, and he actually seemed bored.
"Harry, is something wrong?"
He blinked at her as though finally remembering she was in the cupboard with him. She had a sudden fear that maybe he'd been having Voldemort problems again and felt horror-struck.
"Hmm...no, why?"
Inwardly, Ginny felt herself sigh in relief. Outwardly, she felt herself frown. "Well, because I'm kissing you, and you've hardly said a word since we've come in here, and you're not very...responsive." She tried to keep the tone out of her voice - she knew Harry probably didn't realize that gazing off into space while your girlfriend gave you her best moves wasn't a good thing. However, she still heard her voice hold more than a trace of annoyance.
"I'm sorry, Ginny - I'm...just...exhausted."
Ginny watched him for a moment, noting the brief blush on his skin. He had been working very hard lately. She supposed she should give him the benefit of the doubt. Still, it made her feel funny inside to know that her boyfriend had probably just been thinking about being in his bed without her being with him. Her fears were confirmed as she pulled away from him, and she saw relief flood his features.
"Oh. Well, I reckon we can call it a night then," she murmured.
She wasn't surprised when Harry practically bolted out of the broom cupboard ahead of her. She stayed behind for a long while, wondering if she was losing, as George liked to call it, the 'Weasley touch.'
o-o-o-o-o
Present Day:
It was hard to be a girl at Hogwarts sometimes, and Ginny had never truly appreciated that fact until she'd started trying to sex herself up to get Harry's attention. It was awful having to put a skirt on under her robes instead of her trusty jeans. She was finding that the cold air was horrible as it blew up her legs and into other regions that she didn't think the wind had any purpose in being. And not having a bra on was a particular joy that she didn't think she ever wanted to experience again. She wondered briefly if it were possible to freeze your bits off while still semi-clothed. Thankfully, her robe hid the goose pimples along her legs and the rather interesting reaction her nipples were having as they rubbed against the soft coolness of her blouse. Ginny gritted her teeth - all she'd have to do is take off her robe and the whole world would get a very nice show indeed. But she didn't give a toss about the world - she just cared about one person in particular.
She looked around for him in the common room as she made her way into the room. Hermione was sitting in her usual seat by the fire, and she looked up as Ginny came down the stairs. She nodded at her to come over, and Ginny complied, hoping her friend knew if Harry was still up in the dorm or not. She'd prefer to test him in private, all things considered.
"Hermione, have you seen Harry? I'd really like to talk to him about something..."
"He's in the Room of Requirement, I think. He muttered something about practicing some new spells. I offered to help him but he bit my head off as usual. Er...Ginny..." Hermione paused and gave her a narrowed-eyed look. "You do have something on under that robe, don't you?"
Ginny felt the blush start to heat on her face and looked away from Hermione's perceptive gaze.
"Of course, I do, don't be silly. Now I'd better just go find Harry..."
Hermione stood up and put a hand on her before she could move, giving her another long look. She finally folded her arms and indicated that Ginny should sit down on the chair across from her.
"Oh, no you don't, Ginny. Tell me what is going on, and I want to actually see what you're wearing under that robe, as well."
Ginny sighed and undid her robe's top clasp, showing Hermione that yes; she did indeed have clothes on. Hermione's eyes widen when she took in the outfit, and then she raised an eyebrow at her. Ginny pursed her lips and re-did the robe again. She stared back at Hermione with her chin sticking out, determined not to let herself get flustered. It wasn't any of Hermione's business what she was wearing to find Harry in, after all.
"Tell me, Ginny..." Hermione said after a moment, leaning forward so that she didn't have to raise her voice. "You and Harry...is everything okay there?"
"Er...yes. I mean, I think. Why do you ask?"
"Well, he's moodier than ever and acting quite odd, really. I mean, I know you'd tell us if he was having Voldemort issues again...he has been talking to you at least, right?"
"Er well, yeah. I mean, he hasn't mentioned anything to do with Voldemort. Hermione...can I confess something to you?" Ginny asked, suddenly wanting to hear someone else's opinion on what was wrong with her and Harry. Hermione nodded her head, and Ginny moved closer to her.
"Harry and I...well...we don't er...we hardly have time, really, but I mean...you and Ron...you two...get up to things, right?"
Hermione blinked at her once or twice before it seemed that she understood what Ginny meant. Ginny was then rewarded by a slow blush of color that inched its way up her friend's neck. Hermione pulled back and clucked her tongue.
"Well, that's really none of -"
"Please, Hermione - Harry and I...we haven't done a thing, we don't even snog anymore, it seems. I need to know if Harry fancies me or not. I...I think he's going to break things off with me."
"Ginny! Harry adores you, you know that -"
"No, I don't know that - he never touches me, he's never even tried anything, and weren't you just asking me if everything was all right? You've picked up on something too!" Ginny said indignantly.
Hermione's face flushed with embarrassment. "Well, I just assumed you'd had a row about something, or...I don't know, I didn't mean to imply that I didn't think he fancied you. Harry's never tried anything? At all?"
"Well, we don't get a lot of free time," Ginny said defensively, and then she felt her shoulders slump. "Oh, who am I kidding? No, he hasn't. There's just been one time when his hand sort of slipped, and it stayed above all of my clothes, including my robe, so it's hardly an exciting tidbit to share." Ginny stared down at her shoes, feeling miserable. When she looked up, she was surprised to see Hermione smiling.
"I don't think it's funny, Hermione. My boyfriend doesn't fancy me!"
Hermione clucked her tongue and stood up, pulling Ginny with her. "Come on, we're going to take a long walk to the Room of Requirement and have a chat about a few things. But I want your word that you won't let things get too carried away. I don't need to be doing my rounds later and find you and Harry entangled in some mess of clothes and pillows on the floor. Not to mention I think Ron might go blind at the sight."
Ginny stared at her friend, her mouth open. She finally realized Hermione was leading her out of the portrait and shook her head at her friend. "You're going to...help me?"
Hermione paused and gave her an appraising look. "If letting you and Harry move things along helps him be less moody and you less anxious, then I think it's a worthwhile cause. Frankly, I've heard he's been driving everyone quite mental in the dorm. At least, according to Ron, he has."
Ginny could only stare at Hermione and wonder what on earth that meant.
o-o-o-o-o
Harry:
He wasn't practicing 'spells' like he'd told Hermione. Instead, he was lying on his back in a field. It actually reminded him of the Burrow and perhaps his subconscious had picked the scene on purpose. He didn't think he'd been thinking of the time he'd spent there with Ginny last summer, but when he'd opened the Room of Requirement, there it was.
He stared up at the ceiling - which was a lovely moonlit sky and sighed. What was he going to do? He was driving himself crazy - he was pretty certain the other blokes in the dorm knew he was crazy - and Ginny, poor Ginny probably thought he was mental. Well, more mental than usual. Harry figured she gave him a bit of leeway in that department, what with the whole Voldemort in his head thing.
He didn't know what to say to her, though. Telling her that he'd had pervy dreams about her wasn't a conversation Harry ever wanted to have. He could just imagine her face - shocked and maybe even disgusted. What sort of girl would like to hear that she was the star of his depraved male brain's dreams?
Harry felt startled when he realized the room's door had opened, and he turned to see Ginny enter. He felt his mouth hang open in surprise as he was allowed to study her for a moment before she saw him. She was not wearing her robe, but a pretty skirt and blouse, and Harry didn't think he'd ever seen anything that looked as good as she did at that moment. He felt a strange thickness in his throat as he tried to swallow.
"Harry?"
"Er, over here," he said as he sat up.
She smiled kindly and made her way over to him, and Harry had a moment to let his eyes take in the way her legs looked as she walked and felt a familiar twinge of something down below. He looked away and found himself staring at a tree stump. Yeah, that seems safe enough.
Ginny stopped when she reached him and didn't sit down. Harry realized he was still staring at the stump and sighed as he realized he'd have to look up at her. He felt his mouth go dry as he slowly brought his eyes to her face. She narrowed her eyes at him briefly and then sat gracefully down on the ground. She looked around for a moment and then brought her attention back to him.
"This looks like the field next to the Burrow," she said softly. Harry felt himself nod. He was feeling strange inside, now. He couldn't wrap his brain around the fact that she didn't seem too mad at him for their earlier...disagreement. And this, for some reason, made Harry want to explain himself. Well, as best he could.
"Gin, about earlier, I'm sorry - you probably think I'm crazy -"
"Shh," Ginny said softly, leaning forward. Harry stopped as he felt the soft coolness of her blouse rub against his arm. He didn't even realize he'd looked down until he realized he was staring at her chest again. Oh god, I don't think she's wearing... he couldn't seem to let his mind finish that wicked thought.
"Kiss me, Harry," she said breathlessly, and Harry blinked rapidly before his brain could understand what she'd said.
"Huh?"
Ginny frowned briefly, but he felt her hand fit its way to his own, gripping it very tightly. "Kiss me. Kiss me like you love me."
Harry frowned at her choice of words, but suddenly her mouth was over his, and he couldn't ask her what she meant by it, couldn't even form words in his head. Ginny leaned into him again, and they weren't just kissing; they were devouring each other, it seemed like to Harry. Before he could even understand it, he felt her fall into him, and he was lying back onto the grass again and taking her with him. And the earlier thought about what Ginny was or wasn't wearing underneath her blouse soon became apparent to him as he felt her against him, and his body responded immediately. He groaned - because Ginny had to have felt that.
When she finally pulled her mouth away, breathless, she looked down at him with a slightly glazed look. Harry felt too far gone to fight it anymore and simply watched her, fascinated by her lips' now dark color.
"Harry, you...you do fancy me, don't you?"
Her question somehow sunk into the fog that was his brain, and he frowned.
"What the hell does that mean?" he asked, taking a deep breath.
"It means..." Ginny paused as though trying to right herself. "It means...I thought...well, Hermione told me but, I didn't know...I mean...we hadn't er...oh dear." Ginny shifted, and he sucked in a breath as her body made contact with his arousal. He realized he still had his arms tightly around her waist and if she kept moving like that he'd have a very embarrassing situation on his hands in a mere matter of seconds. Reluctantly, he found himself lifting her off him, and he tried to sit up.
"Hermione told you what? Why would you think I don't fancy you? Ginny, what is going on?" he managed to breathe out as he watched her tug down her blouse. He hadn't realized his hands had strayed quite that far, and he was suddenly sad he'd missed his chance at touching all of that silky skin. Although some part of his brain was fascinated by the small peaks created by her breasts, and he suddenly felt his mouth water.
"You've been acting very odd, Harry! The last time we snogged, you...you practically seemed bored, and then...every time I touch you lately, you run the other way. What was I supposed to think?" Ginny said, her face taking on a familiar flush of anger and dismay. Harry sighed and tried to focus his attention on the matter at hand. He suddenly realized he'd been acting like a prat.
"First of all," he said, keeping his eyes trained on her face, "the last time we snogged, I was dead tired. I wasn't bored. I mean, Ginny - look, you could never bore me. Honest. Although I reckon I haven't been a proper boyfriend to you if you think that you could."
Ginny bit her lip and blinked wide eyes at him, and he truly considered how it must have been for her the last month or so. He'd been so worried about shocking her that he'd pulled away from her, hoping to keep his secret of sexual perversion safe. He shook his head.
"I'm an idiot," he mumbled and looked away from her, staring up at the now star-filled sky.
"Why?" she asked quietly. He felt her hand on his arm and reluctantly looked at her.
"Because...because I should have told you what was happening...I just...I didn't want to frighten you -"
"Harry! Is it Voldemort? I thought we agreed you'd talk to me about things like that? You can't frighten me!"
Harry wished it was Voldemort. He was almost tempted to rely on that old story to get out of what he had to explain. He sighed.
"No, it's not Voldemort. It's...something worse," he said quietly.
Ginny frowned and gripped his arm tightly. "Harry, what could be worse than Voldemort?"
Harry looked away from her, intensely embarrassed. "I've...er...been having...um...dreams."
Ginny waited, and then he felt her nails dig into his arm, and he willed himself to continue.
"Dreams?" she prodded, nodding her head forward.
"Yeah, you know...dreams?"
Ginny's brow furrowed in confusion. "Um, Harry..."
Harry sighed. "I've been having very...erotic, depraved...perverted dreams...about you! And me! And us doing all sorts of things and...I haven't been able to look at you without wanting to just...I don't know, drag you into the nearest cupboard and force you to do all sorts of twisted things!" he said heatedly, feeling his temperature rise. He closed his eyes and waited to hear the shocked gasp that he knew would escape from Ginny's lips. She's going to hate me, he thought miserably.
When no gasp came, or any sound at all, for that matter, Harry frowned and then opened his eyes to look at her. He was shocked to find that she was smiling at him, her eyes full of a mischievous glint that he knew meant she was trying very hard not to laugh out loud.
"What's so funny?" he said defensively.
"That's what's been wrong with you? You've been dreaming about us having sex and driving me, yourself, and apparently, everyone in your dorm crazy because you've been dreaming about...taking things further?"
"Yes! And I don't see why that's funny, Ginny. I think most girls would be shocked and disgusted to find out their boyfriend is a pervert, after all -"
"Harry," Ginny said, interrupting him. "Did it never occur to you that I might have the same...wants? The same sort of dreams? I've been going mad because all we ever do is snog. I thought...I thought you didn't find me attractive."
"What? Are you crazy?" Harry stared at her, mortified. On the one hand, he was pleased she didn't think he was a degenerate - on the other, he was worried about her sanity if she could doubt his feelings regarding that. "Gin, god...everything about you is attractive - your hair, your smile, your hands...your...er...body." Harry let his eyes travel down to her chest again, automatically licking his lips.
Ginny smiled as her eyes followed his gaze. She smirked at him. "And what is it particularly about my body that you like, Harry?"
Harry felt himself blush and shook his head. He swallowed roughly. "What? No. No...people don't talk about stuff like that. I mean..."
"Why Harry Potter...you're a prude!"
"I am not," Harry said stubbornly, yet feeling embarrassed beyond belief.
Ginny shook her head. "I should have known - I mean, I don't imagine those relatives of yours ever actually talked to you about this stuff. You've probably been feeling as though there's something wrong with you, haven't you? Harry...trust me. What's been going on with you is all completely normal. I don't know why you didn't just ask Ron about it."
"Why would I talk to Ron about the sex dreams I'd been having about his sister?" Harry said indignantly.
Ginny bit her lip. "Okay, fair enough. I can't imagine Ron would have appreciated that either. But...oh, Harry. It's...it's good that you've...well, you um...well, actually, Harry...have you been taking care of yourself?"
Harry blinked at Ginny and frowned. "What do you mean? I've been eating and everything, yeah."
Ginny shook her head and gave him a small smile. "No, I mean...Harry...after these dreams...do you?"
"Do I what?" Harry asked, his voice coming out in a small squeak, suddenly realizing what she was driving at.
"You know, do you...well, have a good wank, at least?" Ginny's skin turned slightly pink, but there was directness in her eyes that unsettled Harry. Shouldn't she be more embarrassed about this? No, obviously not, as she's sitting there without a bra on and evidently feels quite okay with that. Harry felt mortified yet still charged at the thought of touching her again. It was very confusing.
"Isn't that something er...private?" Harry said finally, looking away from her, not quite believing they were even having this discussion.
"Well, if you're not...that would explain why you're...having issues during the day, you know. Probably why you've been having a lot of dreams as well, I would imagine. Either that, or you're just a sex maniac," Ginny said good-naturedly, and he turned to stare at her.
"You sound very matter-of-fact about all of this. Why aren't you shocked?" And why aren't you wearing a bra? a little voice continued in his head, and he told it to shut it.
"Because it's normal, Harry. All boys go through this. I have six brothers. Do you think I never paid attention to things or heard them talking about stuff? Besides...I'm sort of...happy about it. It's...sort of pleasing, actually." Ginny glanced away from him, her cheeks turning pink.
"You're happy? You're happy I've been thinking about you naked every chance I get?" Harry could tell as he looked down at her blouse that she was still definitely happy about something.
"Every chance, Harry?" Ginny said playfully. She took his hand into hers. "Again, I have to wonder why you never considered the fact that I might be thinking of doing things with you. Don't you think girls have sexual feelings?"
"Er, well, no, I hadn't really considered it," Harry said, feeling stupid. He reckoned that it made sense girls got the same way as boys, or otherwise no one would get anywhere at all. Still, he hadn't once thought that Ginny might actually be looking at him and thinking the same thing. Why on earth would she want him, after all?
He looked at her and found her watching him. "So er, do you?" he asked, suddenly. But a part of him already knew the answer.
"Do I what, Harry?"
Harry frowned at her. She was acting difficult on purpose. "You know, do you...have er...dreams about me?"
"Daydreams, mostly. But yes, sometimes I wake up in the morning and feel very...anxious to see you and be with you, yeah. But mostly, all of my impure thoughts come along when I'm right next to you, Harry. Especially when I'm kissing you or...watching you play Quidditch...you look very fit in that uniform, have I mentioned that?" she said softly, her voice dropping lower and lower. There was a look on her face that he'd never seen before, and Harry felt fascinated.
"I look fit?" he asked, suddenly feeling breathless and very warm.
Ginny giggled and nodded her head. "Very fit. I'm glad those Quidditch robes don't hide everything. They're actually quite revealing in certain areas. If you know when and where to look."
Harry marveled at her. "You mean you er...you find me um...desirable?"
Ginny blinked at him. "Of course, I do, you daft sod. Merlin's beard, don't you know how handsome you are?"
Harry frowned at her. "Er, Gin, I'm not handsome -"
"Harry! You are. Goodness, I wish I could make you understand that. Everything about you is desirable, Harry. Your eyes, your hair...your smile...your thoughts...your tenderness. There's been many a time I've fantasized about what's underneath those robes of yours, believe me!"
"Really? Like what?"
"What do you mean, like what?"
Harry swallowed, suddenly feeling dry in the mouth again. "Like, what do you fantasize about? I er...want to um...compare." He let his eyes travel down her body again, suddenly feeling very keen to continue the conversation.
Ginny laughed and shook her head. "Mostly, I just think about you stretched out on that bed of yours completely starkers and very happy to be so. Very happy, if you know what I mean, Harry. Sort of like how you're feeling now," she said, her voice dropping seductively.
Harry pulled his eyes back up, a bit shocked. "Ginny!"
"You asked; besides, it's true. I like to think of me being able to kiss you everywhere. And you returning the favor, of course," she said, her tone playful.
Harry shook his head, amazed. He reached out and pulled an errant strand of her hair into his hand, cupping her face. Her eyes softened as he leaned forward. He suddenly felt very bold.
"Maybe we should get started on that one," he said and found he was pleased by the way her eyes grew wide.
"Hermione's going to check on us later," she said quickly before he could close the distance anymore between them. Harry suddenly smiled.
"Then we'll be giving her and Ron a good show then."
Ginny bit her lip and smiled, and she didn't pull away as he finally moved in close enough to capture her lips. Hearing Ginny talk about the fact that she fancied him the same way that he fancied her had turned on a light inside of him somehow. He didn't feel embarrassed any longer - in fact, he felt very much awake and alive. He wasn't even ashamed by the fact that he was already wondering if he could get her out of that blouse of hers, or at least, get his hands inside it.
Oh god, he thought as they both lay back on the grass, their arms entwining. She's created a monster. But at least now Harry understood that he wasn't the only one with wicked dreams.
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