A/N: I'm the princess of controversy. LOL can't make everybody happy, and I
wanted them to dress as characters from the matrix. Sorry about the long
wait. Hope it's worth it! Oh, and I feel so horrible, I just have trouble
sending to a beta first, so this as well wasn't beta read. I SWEAR THE NEXT
CHAPTER WON'T TAKE SO LONG!
Chapter 6: Dreaming
"What?" asked Harry in concern, his face showing worry.
Ginny took a good look at what he was holding up. There was a pair of skin tight leather pants, and leather spaghetti strapped top, that would show some cleavage. She was more than nervous about this out fit now.
"Is that what I'd be wearing?" she asked slowly.
"Well, I could, but I think my butt is too big," said Harry with a smirk.
She wanted nothing more to refuse this right there. How could she wear this? That most certainly was not anything she'd ever even consider putting on. What did she seem like to him? Some..She didn't want to finish that trail of thought. Apparently her thoughts had traveled to the expression on her face because Harry spoke again.
"Do you not want to do this?" he asked her.
'No I don't,' was about to tumble from her lips when she felt a lurch of guilt mixed with hope that made her not say it.
"Of course I do," she said, and it was too late to take it back.
Harry grinned broadly and she let out a small sigh. Suddenly something hit her, very hard, in the back of her head. Her vision began to blur, and it felt like someone was plugging her ears, these signs were of course, that she was about to pass out.
"Harry," was all that was able to pass through her lips.
She closed her eyes and could almost feel it as she hit the ground.
Her eyes, fluttering open, she awoke on a couch. Not the one is Sirius's flat, but in a house. She looked around with great curiosity and noticed a giant painting above a fire place in front of her. It was of an older, more mature her, beside Harry who also appeared to have aged, and two children, around 11. The little girl had red hair and green eyes and the boy, with jet black hair and brown eyes.
Panicking she stood quickly and looked in a mirror on the wall. She was starring at the same face as in the painting.
"I must be dreaming," she muttered to herself.
Spinning in place, as if for the first time, she took in the true beauty of the room. It reminded her fondly of a home she had always wished of having.
"About time you got up," said Harry's voice from behind her.
She turned to see him smiling at her, looking like he was more around 30 then 17. It wouldn't hurt to play along in her dream, right?
"I was tired," she said trying to hold in her excitement.
"You look awake now, must be all the stress gone. After shipping the kids off to Hogwarts," he said walking towards her, his arms outstretched, and wrapped them around her back.
She nodded, unsure of what to do. It made her think that she didn't even know her children's names.
"You know what we haven't done in a while?" he whispered in her ear.
His hot breath lingered on neck. She shivered once and chose to do what she really wanted to.
"And what is that?" she asked grinning devilishly.
Silently, he took her left hand, with both of his. Raising it to right in front of their faces, he removed her wedding band she hadn't even seen before, next the one on his own hand.
"All week I've been you're husband, tonight I want to be your man," he said and it appeared he was shaking, setting both rings on the coffee table.
Ginny's jaw dropped a little but she caught herself before he could even notice. She'd never seen that look in his eyes, it was different than before. Almost a look of desire, making her feel over-whelmed.
He put her hand next to his face and kissed her palm, sending a tingling sensation down her arm.
"Wait here, I'll come back for you," he said, speaking while starring directly into her eyes, as if searching for approval.
She smiled weakly, still at a loss for words she only nodded and watched as he walked away down a hall way and through a door at the end. This couldn't be happening, she had to wake up any second and find it was a dream. In a way, she wished she would awake, but at the same time, deep inside she wanted the same thing Harry did. It seemed to her, an eternity before he returned to her in the living room.
He didn't say a word, no words were needed. Only walking up to her and sweeping her off of her feet into his arms said it all. She craned her neck up ward, desperate to taste his lips, but he purposely kept her just out of her reach as he carried her along the hallway.
"Oh my," she murmured as they stepped over the threshold and he put her down on to her feet.
It was the most lovely bed room she'd ever seen. In the center, a king size canopy bed, covered in white silk sheets. Rose petals were sprinkled over the top of it, and a path was made with them to the bed. Candles floated on their own, all around the room creating a soft romantic glow, while she could hear some music playing.
Harry stood in front of her, a smile on his face that showed in his eyes. Before she knew what had happened he was running his hand through her hair, and slowly leading her to the bed. Taking her by surprise he gently laid her on it. Hovering over the top of her, as he climbed on to, it was obvious he was careful not to crush her, but that was the last thing on her mind.
"I love you," he told her slowly.
With that said he leaned in, and pressed his lips to hers, she let out a small gasp, with this opportunity he pressed in deeper allowing his tongue entrance. A sigh of happiness came from him when he lifted his head up to stare into her eyes.
"I love you too," she said with confidence.
Grinning, he bent his neck, starting at her cheek, made a trail of kisses along her neck. It was a feeling unlike anything she had ever experienced, and when he stopped, she didn't want him to. Harry's fingers fumbled when he started to undo the top button on her blouse. To put him out of his misery, she put her hands over his and assisted him in removing it.
He was about to begin removing her bra when she put her hands up to stop him.
"What?" he asked concerned.
She didn't answer with words, but instead took his shirt off of him.
"That's better," she added with a sly grin.
"Ginny," his face full of worry.
"What?" she asked.
"Ginny please," he said stopping in place.
"Please what?" she was very confused.
"Ginny please wake up."
The next thing she knew her eyes flung open, although she didn't know she'd closed them, and she was flat on her back in Hot Topic.
"Oh Ginny," said Harry who was kneeling right beside her, then hugged her close.
Her mind was reeling, it was all a dream. She didn't want to have woken up.
"What happened?" she asked slowly.
"You backed into a shelf and hit your head hard. If you didn't wake up soon, those two," he said pointing at the cashiers, "were going to call a muggle ambulance."
"I'm fine," she told him.
"We aren't going to finish shopping," he told her sincerely, holding her right hand.
"But, what about our costumes?" she asked.
"Er.Sirius will come and pick you up and I will get them myself," he explained nervously.
A long sigh passed threw her lips and less then ten minutes later she was outside the mall getting into Sirius's car.
"You feel alright?" Sirius asked her after a few long minutes of driving.
"Yeah, I'll be fine," she said quickly, not really in the mood to talk. Her mind was else where.
What was that dream all about? Is that the way she really felt or was she only dreaming?
A/N: Here are a few hints from the next chapter.
We get to see Fred and George.
Sirius is taking a special someone to the Hogsmeade celebration
And Harry takes Ginny somewhere she's never been before!
Keep checking for an update!
Chapter 6: Dreaming
"What?" asked Harry in concern, his face showing worry.
Ginny took a good look at what he was holding up. There was a pair of skin tight leather pants, and leather spaghetti strapped top, that would show some cleavage. She was more than nervous about this out fit now.
"Is that what I'd be wearing?" she asked slowly.
"Well, I could, but I think my butt is too big," said Harry with a smirk.
She wanted nothing more to refuse this right there. How could she wear this? That most certainly was not anything she'd ever even consider putting on. What did she seem like to him? Some..She didn't want to finish that trail of thought. Apparently her thoughts had traveled to the expression on her face because Harry spoke again.
"Do you not want to do this?" he asked her.
'No I don't,' was about to tumble from her lips when she felt a lurch of guilt mixed with hope that made her not say it.
"Of course I do," she said, and it was too late to take it back.
Harry grinned broadly and she let out a small sigh. Suddenly something hit her, very hard, in the back of her head. Her vision began to blur, and it felt like someone was plugging her ears, these signs were of course, that she was about to pass out.
"Harry," was all that was able to pass through her lips.
She closed her eyes and could almost feel it as she hit the ground.
Her eyes, fluttering open, she awoke on a couch. Not the one is Sirius's flat, but in a house. She looked around with great curiosity and noticed a giant painting above a fire place in front of her. It was of an older, more mature her, beside Harry who also appeared to have aged, and two children, around 11. The little girl had red hair and green eyes and the boy, with jet black hair and brown eyes.
Panicking she stood quickly and looked in a mirror on the wall. She was starring at the same face as in the painting.
"I must be dreaming," she muttered to herself.
Spinning in place, as if for the first time, she took in the true beauty of the room. It reminded her fondly of a home she had always wished of having.
"About time you got up," said Harry's voice from behind her.
She turned to see him smiling at her, looking like he was more around 30 then 17. It wouldn't hurt to play along in her dream, right?
"I was tired," she said trying to hold in her excitement.
"You look awake now, must be all the stress gone. After shipping the kids off to Hogwarts," he said walking towards her, his arms outstretched, and wrapped them around her back.
She nodded, unsure of what to do. It made her think that she didn't even know her children's names.
"You know what we haven't done in a while?" he whispered in her ear.
His hot breath lingered on neck. She shivered once and chose to do what she really wanted to.
"And what is that?" she asked grinning devilishly.
Silently, he took her left hand, with both of his. Raising it to right in front of their faces, he removed her wedding band she hadn't even seen before, next the one on his own hand.
"All week I've been you're husband, tonight I want to be your man," he said and it appeared he was shaking, setting both rings on the coffee table.
Ginny's jaw dropped a little but she caught herself before he could even notice. She'd never seen that look in his eyes, it was different than before. Almost a look of desire, making her feel over-whelmed.
He put her hand next to his face and kissed her palm, sending a tingling sensation down her arm.
"Wait here, I'll come back for you," he said, speaking while starring directly into her eyes, as if searching for approval.
She smiled weakly, still at a loss for words she only nodded and watched as he walked away down a hall way and through a door at the end. This couldn't be happening, she had to wake up any second and find it was a dream. In a way, she wished she would awake, but at the same time, deep inside she wanted the same thing Harry did. It seemed to her, an eternity before he returned to her in the living room.
He didn't say a word, no words were needed. Only walking up to her and sweeping her off of her feet into his arms said it all. She craned her neck up ward, desperate to taste his lips, but he purposely kept her just out of her reach as he carried her along the hallway.
"Oh my," she murmured as they stepped over the threshold and he put her down on to her feet.
It was the most lovely bed room she'd ever seen. In the center, a king size canopy bed, covered in white silk sheets. Rose petals were sprinkled over the top of it, and a path was made with them to the bed. Candles floated on their own, all around the room creating a soft romantic glow, while she could hear some music playing.
Harry stood in front of her, a smile on his face that showed in his eyes. Before she knew what had happened he was running his hand through her hair, and slowly leading her to the bed. Taking her by surprise he gently laid her on it. Hovering over the top of her, as he climbed on to, it was obvious he was careful not to crush her, but that was the last thing on her mind.
"I love you," he told her slowly.
With that said he leaned in, and pressed his lips to hers, she let out a small gasp, with this opportunity he pressed in deeper allowing his tongue entrance. A sigh of happiness came from him when he lifted his head up to stare into her eyes.
"I love you too," she said with confidence.
Grinning, he bent his neck, starting at her cheek, made a trail of kisses along her neck. It was a feeling unlike anything she had ever experienced, and when he stopped, she didn't want him to. Harry's fingers fumbled when he started to undo the top button on her blouse. To put him out of his misery, she put her hands over his and assisted him in removing it.
He was about to begin removing her bra when she put her hands up to stop him.
"What?" he asked concerned.
She didn't answer with words, but instead took his shirt off of him.
"That's better," she added with a sly grin.
"Ginny," his face full of worry.
"What?" she asked.
"Ginny please," he said stopping in place.
"Please what?" she was very confused.
"Ginny please wake up."
The next thing she knew her eyes flung open, although she didn't know she'd closed them, and she was flat on her back in Hot Topic.
"Oh Ginny," said Harry who was kneeling right beside her, then hugged her close.
Her mind was reeling, it was all a dream. She didn't want to have woken up.
"What happened?" she asked slowly.
"You backed into a shelf and hit your head hard. If you didn't wake up soon, those two," he said pointing at the cashiers, "were going to call a muggle ambulance."
"I'm fine," she told him.
"We aren't going to finish shopping," he told her sincerely, holding her right hand.
"But, what about our costumes?" she asked.
"Er.Sirius will come and pick you up and I will get them myself," he explained nervously.
A long sigh passed threw her lips and less then ten minutes later she was outside the mall getting into Sirius's car.
"You feel alright?" Sirius asked her after a few long minutes of driving.
"Yeah, I'll be fine," she said quickly, not really in the mood to talk. Her mind was else where.
What was that dream all about? Is that the way she really felt or was she only dreaming?
A/N: Here are a few hints from the next chapter.
We get to see Fred and George.
Sirius is taking a special someone to the Hogsmeade celebration
And Harry takes Ginny somewhere she's never been before!
Keep checking for an update!
