Prompt: "Whatever possessed you to do that should possess you more often." (B 15)

This drabble is a sequel to my previous drabble 'Just a Dream (G 60)'. Harry goes back for his seventh year and finds himself given an opportunity to turn his erotic dream into a reality one snowy day. This drabble is rated M.

Note: this prompt is on my bingo card.

The snow was coming down at a rapid clip, covering the castle grounds in several inches of fresh snow the first Saturday of December. It was the first major snow storm of the season where the snow accumulated enough to allow the students to don coats and cloaks and venture out to play in the winter wonderland.

The sixth and seventh year boys organized a house-wide snowball fight and snowman building contest, leaving Gryffindor Tower deprived of occupants except for two students who were currently making their way up the boys' dormitory stairs towards the seventh year boys' dorm.

"Harry, I thought you'd want to go outside?" A slightly confused but not at all displeased Ginny asked as they entered the room.

When he heard his fellow housemates plan a day out in the snow for everyone, Harry had felt a strange sense of déjà vu at first, wondering why this scene felt familiar. And then his erotic dream of him and Ginny that he had during one of the darker times during the horcrux hunt a year ago came back vividly into his mind. At the time when he realized that what he had experienced was a dream and that what he had dreamt wasn't real, he didn't think he'd ever get the chance to turn that dream into reality.

But now it seemed that he was in fact being given that chance to make that dream come true.

"No, I have something better in mind for our afternoon. And it involves turning you into a puddle of goo." Harry replied before pulling her in for a passionate kiss.

Ginny responded in kind as they made their way over to Harry's four-poster bed. They barely parted as they tumbled onto the bed, pulling the curtains closed and casting silencing charms on the curtains. Clothes soon started to be shed and tossed to the foot of the bed, resuming their heated kissing.

They soon lay bare before each other. Harry took his time making his way down Ginny's body, taking time to worship her full, heaving breasts with his hands and mouth. Eventually he continued his journey downwards, leaving playful kisses along her navel and hips as he made his way to his ultimate destination between her legs.

He found her already wet as he gently nipped and kissed along her inner thighs and outer lips of her centre. His kisses soon turned to more purposeful, long licks as he teased her clit and folds. His hands traveled back up her torso to massage her breasts and tweak her nipples between his fingers while he continued his oral ministrations.

Ginny was soon moving her hips against his face, her back arched from the pleasure he was bringing her. One particular lick then hard suck to her clit was all it took for the dam to break within her, and Harry got the front row seat to her orgasm. He continued his ministrations with his tongue, focusing on her fluttering entrance.

He continued this for a few minutes before he brought one of his hands down, slowly inserting first one then eventually two into her when he felt her trusting her hips against the one. He let out a groan at the feel of her surrounding his fingers, knowing how much better it felt when she surrounded him.

Between his fingers and mouth, Ginny soon came once again, her back arching off the bed and her hand that had migrated its way into Harry's hair was gripping it so tightly it was borderline painful. When he felt her relax back into the mattress, he made his way back up her body, lining himself up in between her folds. He captured her lips with his, slowly sinking into her welcoming entrance.

They both sighed in pleasure after he was fully sheathed inside her, enjoying the feeling of her silky inner walls gripping all around his length. This was one thing he could never or ever tire of: the feeling of being truly home when he was connected to Ginny in this way. It still amazed him sometimes that he got to experience this with her.

He started slowly thrusting in and out, trying to take his time and allow Ginny to build up to a third orgasm. She was soon meeting him thrust for thrust, encouraging him to speed up his thrust. Harry was more than willing to oblige. He placed her ankles over his shoulders and grasped her hips with his hands, allowing him to go deeper and quicken his thrusts into her.

Eventually he felt the tell-tale tightening of his lower back creep up on him, threatening to break any moment.

"Gin." Harry said in warning to let her know he was close.

"I'm almost there." Ginny panted. He watched her hand creep down her body to where they were joined. He felt her hand brush against him as she rubbed her clit in hard circles. Another minute later he felt her tighten around him, her walls gripping him tightly to keep him within her and try to milk his orgasm out of him. Ginny let out a loud cry, her free hand grasping the bedsheets for dear life. A flush started in her cheeks, moving down her neck and to her breasts.

It was all too much to take.

He let our a strangled cry as his release washed over him in waves before he collapsed on top of her, his head nestled in the valley of her breasts. They laid there together as their breathing returned to normal.

"Whatever possessed you to do that should possess you more often." Ginny said sleepily, wrapping her arms around him to keep him in place for the moment.

"Well, can I admit something about that?" Harry asked hesitantly. Ginny nodded her head. "Well, um… I actually had a dream last year about us spending time alone in my bed making love while everyone else was outside playing in the snow."

Ginny raised her eyebrows. "You had an erotic dream about me?"

Harry felt his face become flush, slightly embarrassed to admit that yes, he did have rather erotic dreams about his girlfriend. "Um, yes?"

Ginny gave him a lustful smile. "I'm glad I wasn't the only one who was having such dreams."

Harry raised his head in surprise. "Wait, you had erotic dreams about me?"

Now it was Ginny's turn to become flush. "I might have had a few, but there was one in particular that was my favourite."

"Care to share?" He asked hopefully.

Ginny shook her head no. "I'll tell you later. Right now, I want to know more about your dream. And besides," one of her hands tangled into his unruly hair, "I believe you also promised you'd leave me feeling like a puddle of goo." She purred.

Harry let out a laugh before taking her right nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the taut peak that caused her to moan. "I believe we're right at the point before Hermione woke me up. So I believe I'll just have to show you how I believe the rest of the dream would have gone."

And he proceeded to do just that.