Big ole disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me...and sadly, never will because the ingenious J.K. Rowling invented them. Though I would like to believe that Draco and his body, belong to me. Haha, Just kidding. Sort of. ::laughs suspiciously::

Chapter Six: Fantasies Revealed

As Harry held Ginny close, he felt her heart pounding through the thin material of her shirt. Chuckling to himself, he began tickling the back of her neck with his fingertips.

"I make you nervous, do I?" he laughed.

"NO!" Ginny gasped through giggling laughter, "STOP IT!!!!" she laughed as she tried to shove him away. "That TICKLES!" She squealed loudly.

"It TICKLES? Eh?" Harry murmured in his deep voice, "I wonder if THIS will be ticklish..." he whispered in her ear as his hands began moving across her stomach.

"HARRY!" she said with a spasm of laughter, "Stop it! I'M—" she covered his mouth in a quick kiss and he immediately stopped.

"Hmm...I wonder how to distract YOU?" she smiled sarcastically.

"I'm not distracted easily by gorgeous girls kissing me!" He emphasized with fervor. "I'm just...easily..." he grinned, flashing a bright smile in her direction, "Swayed by a better use of my time." His hand crept up to her neck again, "Now, remind me again," he whispered into her ear, "What exactly was that last, ingenious idea you had again?"

She rolled her eyes, "Is that all you think about? You're just a whole bunch of raging hormones. You're such a typical guy sometimes, Harry!"

"No...a typical guy would definitely not be thinking about ONLY kissing while you were alone in his ROOM with him," he replied gently moving towards her mouth.

She pushed him off of her, "So...you AREN'T thinking about anything else?"

She exclaimed, obviously upset. "You DON'T have fantasies about me? YOU AREN'T THINKING ABOUT MORE????!?!?! What...am I that horrible?" she sat down on his bed and faced the window.

"No Ginny! That's not it!" He exclaimed loudly with wide eyes, "Of COURSE I fantasize about you!"

Her eyes stayed facing the same direction, "Like what?"

Harry glanced at her with surprise. "What do you mean 'like what'?"

She turned towards him with glassy eyes, "What do you think about when you think about me, Harry Potter? Do you think about picnics in the park? Or trips to the zoo? Are you incapable of sexual fantasies about me?"

He looked at her with astonishment, "Are we on camera or something?"

"No," she exclaimed, "I really want to know because, it seems like whenever I've been with ANY guy he doesn't seem to think of me as anything but a cute little girlfriend who he can coo at and kiss on occasion. So I want to know...examples." She swallowed loudly. "I want to hear about it. Even if you haven't...I want to know."

"Oh my Holy Mother," Harry heard himself exclaim, "You actually want to hear about a sexual fantasy I've had of you?!"

"Yes," she stated with boldness.

Harry's mind raced...did he tell her what any typical guy would say? Or did he upset her and pretend that he didn't think about her like...well...he did?

"Can't I just tell you that I do?" he whined.

"NO! I want specifics!" Ginny cried, "Because you could just make that up and lie to make me feel better. So...say it mister!!! OUT WITH IT!" She boldly exclaimed.

"Oh my frick, Ginny. This isn't normal."

"Well...I'm not normal!" she pushed her red hair away from her stubborn green eyes, "Tell me NOW."

"Fine," Harry found himself saying, "I...I," he felt his heart begin to race. His fantasies were his own personal memories. He didn't want to upset Ginny, but he knew her stubborn side well, and she wouldn't leave him alone until he told her.

"OUT WITH IT POTTER!" she practically screamed.

"Fine, alright. Hold on. I," he paused, "Ginny...this is weird. Come on, don't make me do this..." he was met by a severe glare, "Fine. I...TODAY," he emphasized, "Had a fantasy involving you flying around in a pink mink fur bikini on a broomstick," he stopped embarrassed, "YOU HAPPY NOW?"

"No."

"Oh man, Ginny...do I really have to continue?"

"Just...a broomstick?" she grinned.

He looked at her with severity, "It's MY fantasy. And my two favourite things...you and quiddich. You, coming first, of course!" He laughed with relief.

"Are you happy now?"

Ginny glanced at him, teary eyed and jumped off the bed throwing her arms around him, "You really DO care!!" she hugged him tightly.

"Um...yes. I, erm...do," he glanced at her with a confused expression splashed on his face.

She brought her face near his and quickly kissed him on the cheek. "I'm really glad that you love me, Potter. Because it makes this a whole lot easier." She slapped him square across the face with her hand and grinned at him. "You're such a pervert," she squealed before kissing him on the cheek again. "I'd better go and get ready to go! I'll see you in a few!" she cheerfully sounded as she bounced happily out of his room leaving Harry with a confused expression on his face.

"I'll never understand women..." Harry shook his head, "Women are just big mysteries. I don't understand them...and never will." He just shook his head as his bright eyes sparkled with amusement and continued to pack up his last few things for school.

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