Prompt: I've accidentally confessed that I've dreamt about you… (G 60)

This drabble is a bit of a missing scene from Deathly Hallows after Ron left Harry and Hermione on their own in the tent. It also works with my previous sixth year drabbles in this collection. Here, Harry has an erotic dream about Ginny, only for Hermione to accidentally overhear him. This drabble is rated M.

Note: this prompt is on my bingo card.

The snow was coming down hard outside, the first real snow storm of December at Hogwarts. But while it was cold and snowy outside, inside the confines of the closed and silenced curtains of Harry's four-poster bed it was warm and cozy. Everyone else was outside playing in the snow, leaving Harry and Ginny very much alone to sneak up to the seventh-year boy's dorm for an afternoon of love making.

"Mmm, we should probably think of getting up soon." Harry muttered into the swell of Ginny's breasts. Even as the words left his mouth he made no effort to get up, instead he turned his focus to trailing hot, open mouthed kisses across her exquisite chest.

"There's no rush, everyone's going to be outside for another few hours. We still have plenty of time, and I believe you also promised you'd leave me feeling like a puddle of goo." Ginny purred as he felt one of her hands tangle in his unruly hair.

Harry took her right nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the taunt peak that caused her to moan. "Two orgasms in the last hour wasn't enough to reduce you to goo?"

It was his turn to moan when he felt her small hand find his semi-hardened length, giving it a few firm strokes. "I would say I'm not quite there yet, so you haven't met your obligation just yet."

He found he was soon fully hard again after having orgasmed only fifteen minutes ago. Just one of the wonders and joys of being seventeen. "What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't live up to my promise of turning my girlfriend into a sexually satisfied puddle of goo?"

"A horrible one." Ginny moaned loudly as he teased her folds and overly sensitive clit with the head of his hardness.

"Can't have that now, can we?" And with that, he slowly sunk into her, both moaned in pleasure as he filled her up.

It didn't take long for him to start thrusting in and out of her warm, velvety depths. Her legs were wrapped high around his waist with her feet resting on his arse, urging him on. The angle of the position allowed him to thrust deeply into her, making it so he would hit that sweet spot deep inside her that would make her see stars.

"Oh Harry, Harry, Harry! HARRY!"

Harry woke up in a panic, not sure where he was at the moment. His wand was drawn and pointed at the person behind him before he even realized what he was doing.

A red-faced Hermione stood behind him, her hands up showing she meant no harm.

"Hermione?" Harry asked confused.

"I'm, I'm sorry, Harry, I didn't mean to scare you! I heard you moaning loudly in your sleep and I thought you might be having a nightmare. I was trying to wake you up so I could take over duty for you, and I had just put my hand on your shoulder. But then you were moaning Ginny's name and, and I'm sorry."

Everything came crashing back to him in that moment. He was in the tent with Hermione and Ron had left them six days ago. It had been his turn to be on duty and wear the locket. After not sleeping well the last couple nights he must have drifted off to sleep, resulting in the very erotic dream of Ginny.

Harry felt his face go red, now the one who felt embarrassed. "You, you heard me?"

Hermione nodded her head. "It's not the first time I've heard you say Ginny's name either."

Harry hid his face in his hands. Great, just great.

"Did he…?"

"No, R- he never heard you. The first time I heard you it was so faint that I thought you were just mumbling in your sleep. But then you did it again, and there was no hiding it that time."

Harry felt Hermione place her hand comfortingly on his shoulder, giving it a small squeeze.

"For what it's worth, Harry, I understand why you broke it off with Ginny. I don't think it was the right thing to do, but I understand."

Harry simply nodded his head. He wasn't sure he wanted to talk about Ginny right now, not after waking up and realizing that dream wasn't real, that it might not ever become real.

"Why don't you go rest, Harry? I'll take over for the next few hours." Hermione suggested softly.

Harry stood up, removing the locket horcrux from around his neck and handed it to her. She took it and put it around her neck before taking his vacant seat at the mouth of the tent. He turned and headed towards the bunks for a bit of a lie-down.

"And Harry?" He turned around to face Hermione. "Ginny might have accepted what you said to her at the funeral, but she didn't plan on going along with it." Harry just stared at her in disbelief, watching as Hermione turned her attention back to the outside of the tent. "Why else would she pull you into her room on your birthday or try and steal the sword for you if she didn't still believe in the two of you?"

Harry threw himself down onto the bottom bunk, Hermione's words still floating around in his head.

"Ginny might have accepted what you said to her at the funeral, but she didn't plan on going along with it."

Was Hermione really implying that Ginny didn't consider them broken up? Was that what she was getting at?

Reaching into his mole skin pouch, he pulled out the Marauders' Map, and whispered, "I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good."

Lines bled to life on the map, racing around and connecting with others until the seventh floor floor plan of Hogwarts appeared on the paper. Harry's eyes drew to Gryffindor Tower. He had started to pull the map out two nights ago to see if Ron had possibly gone back to Hogwarts. But tonight, his map search was for a different Weasley.

He found her name in the sixth year girls' dormitory: Ginevra Weasley. It appeared she might be in bed, her dot unmoving on the map. He checked his watch; it was almost midnight, it would make sense that she would be in bed sleeping now.

Harry laid down on his bunk, making himself more comfortable with the map, his eyes never leaving Ginny's dot. Before he fell asleep clutching the map to his chest, he hoped that she could feel the intensity of his gaze as he watched her dot; that the knowledge that he still cared and loved her and wished that he was there with her might permeate into her dreams.