Another Secret Date

Chapter 3

Harry woke in the middle of the night, his dream causing him to need a cold shower. He grabbed the only towel he was permitted to use and quietly walked to the bathroom, not wanting the Dursley's to see him aroused. He locked the door and turned the cold water on before stepping under the cold jets. He began to shiver before his desires took over his blank mind.

His thoughts flashed back to the dream that he had been having before he had hurried off to the bathroom. It had started almost innocently with the kiss the two had shared in the rain, but it had quickly escalated. Harry hadn't let her walk off; he had carried her back up the stairs and into the apartment. He had debated with himself on whether he should set her down on the floor or carry her into the bedroom. He had decided on the latter and carried into what was Sirius' old bedroom and laid him on his old bed.

Harry pulled his father's heavy wet robes from his body before doing the same to Ginny's. He hadn't stopped at her robes but had pulled the faded blouse and the lace bra from her chest. He had then kissed her passionately before pulling back and taking her shoes of gently. He had then pulled her skirt from her legs, then the clear stocking she wore until nothing was left except the lacy panties that matched her bra. He placed his hands gently on the top of the panties, and at that moment he had woken up; except now in the shower, the dream went farther and he leaned against the wall before sliding down and sitting in the tub as the cold water continued to wash over him.

He began to think of Snape, of Dudley, of Voldemort, anything to stop him from thinking of Ginny naked, to calm him down, to become less aroused.

He fell asleep for a brief second until he woke up and turned the water off, not wanting to fall asleep in the shower, knowing the Dursley's would not think highly of all the water running down the drain and the water bill being more expensive than the neighbors.

He pulled his over sized pajama bottoms over his relaxed body and returned to his room, where he was happy to see the paintings of Sirius and his parents sleeping. He laid down and pulled his blankets up to his waist.

He didn't want the dream to return, or to become aroused again, so he tried to fight sleep, though it seemed impossible as he lay in his bed starring at the ceiling. He got out of bed and walked over to his desk, he pulled from it a piece of parchment and a pen. He didn't want to waste time with a quill and bottle of ink so he sat down and stared at the parchment while he opened and closed his retractable pen uncontrollably.

What would Ron think if he knew I had just had that dream about Ginny? What would he think if he knew I actually wanted that dream to come true? He couldn't imagine the look on his friends face if he found out. He would flip out; he would never talk to him again. He would make Draco Malfoy look like an angel. He'd understand, Harry thought.

Meet me again, in the back alley at sunset. Tell your parents you're sleeping at Luna's.

He was unsure if he was doing the right thing. What if Ginny didn't show up, what if she wasn't feeling the same way he was. Then nothing will happen, I'll come back here and she can sleep at Sirius'. He gave the letter to Hedwig and sent her off into the night.

He wasn't going to wait for Ginny's reply this time, he slipped into bed and fell asleep, this time not thinking of Ginny or Ron's reaction, but of quidditch. He fell asleep just as he imagined himself catching the snitch at a future Quidditch World Cup.

Harry woke in the morning without needing a cold shower, but warm food. He had forgotten the few hours he had spend awake during the night and walked down stairs to eat his food.

He ate his grapefruit happily and walked back upstairs to eat a sandwich he had encased in ice days ago. He unfroze the ice and took a bite of the sandwich, the bacon crunching gently as he chewed.

He had finished his sandwich and some of his homework, though the dent he had put in it was minimal, and was reading through one of the books he had received from Sirius and Remeus Lupin the Christmas before when Hedwig flew through the window. Harry, still forgetting the night, though she had returned for hunting and went back to his book. Hedwig, realizing he wasn't going to retrieve the letter she had, flew on to his desk then the book before Harry noticed the letter.

Everything washed back into Harry's mind, the cold shower and the letter he had written to Ginny becoming vivid.

He took the letter and opened it slowly.

okay

Harry smiled. That was so perfect. He hadn't expected her to write a long note, he had suspected it would only be to letters, no. He felt as happy as he had days ago when she accepted his first request for a date. He pulled his stopwatch out, noticing that he had fifteen minutes before his portkey would work. He grabbed all his things and took hold of the key, which pulled him into the apartment.

He began to clean up again, though the only thing he had to do was wave his want to make the dust disappear. He lit the fire, the cold finally getting to him. It was another dreary day but Harry couldn't help but be extremely happy.

He began to rummage through the cupboards, searching for wine or champagne, or the firewhiskey he had heard Fred and George talk about. He eventually found a nice bottle of wine, Of course Sirius would have this, he was a charmer. Harry was about to uncork the bottle when he realized how stupid it was. Neither of them drank alcohol and Harry didn't want to be accused of getting Ginny drunk so she'd sleep with him, so he returned the bottle and settled for one of the many butterbeer bottles in the ice chest.

Harry stared out of the window for a few minutes before realizing he should be waiting in the alley for Ginny. He walked down the stairs and paused halfway down.

He didn't want to be that guy that seduced a young pretty girl, yet that's what he wad doing, what he was planning. He looked at himself from an outsider's point of view and didn't like himself. He was trying to get a girl into bed, a girl he wasn't sure he had real feelings for, a girl that was the younger sister of his best friend. He couldn't go through with it, but he could see Ginny's bright red hair from where he stood. His heart did another somersault but he held tight to the rail. It feels so right, but is it? His heart forced him down a step, Maybe. He knew he had to go through with it. If he didn't he'd wake up again with the same dream, the same need to have a cold shower. His heart forced him down another step and he could see her back. Her red hair fell softly over her dark brown robes. He took another step. He could see that her hands were trembling and he knew that he couldn't hold back any longer. He walked to the bottom of the steps and caressed her shoulder softly. She spun around gracefully, her hair lifting off her shoulders as her robes spun gracefully.

He held his finger to her lips before grabbing her trembling hand and pulling her up the steps. They walked together up the steps each in tune with the other. Their heartbeats melded together and their feet fell and rose at the same time as the ascended the steps.

Harry opened the door quietly and the two slipped into the apartment before Harry shut the door and locked it, not wanting Fred or George to walk up for a cup of sugar.

He led Ginny over to the couch where the fire shined brightly and two bottles of butterbeer sat on the dark wood coffee table.

"So how have you been," he asked Ginny as he felt her warm body next to his. She smelled of gingersnaps yet as he took in a deep breath he could smell honeysuckle mixed with the cookies he loved so much.

"Different," Ginny said with a smile before she finally looked at Harry. She could see that he hadn't shaved because little black dots were forming on his face, though it was nothing like Sirius and Lupin when they hadn't shaved. His was faint though oddly attractive. He had the musky smell of sweat mixed with a light dusting of cologne which made her body want to explode.

"Yeah?" Harry asked wanting Ginny to give him a small sign that she was feeling the way he did, though he knew he shouldn't wait for it. It was his job to make the first move, his job to set his heart on the line to be broken, not hers. "Ginny, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you."

Harry could see a smile in Ginny's eyes before the corners of her lips rose. He kissed her softly, the kiss unlike the one they had shared the day before. It was full of love, not passion, and Harry was amazed at the way he was kissing her. He didn't think he was in love with her, he had thought he just had some sexual desire for her.

He cupped the back of her head with one hand before he pulled back, his hand still holding her head softly and comfortingly. "I-I-I think I love you."

"And I thought you just wanted to shag me," Ginny said reminding him of Fred and George, though he knew his feelings for her were completely different than his feelings for them. The thought of Fred and George slipped form his head and he realized she hadn't said it back. She didn't feel the same way.

"I think I've fallen in love with you too," she whispered, her words sounding like beautiful music on a bright summer day.

"And I thought I had just come here to shag you," he said jokingly.

Ginny drew back, though she wasn't intending to leave his embrace until the morning, "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked with an inquiring glare.

"Just that I got more than I deserve," he said before kissing her again. Their slow loving kiss continued until Harry realized it was time for him to fulfill his dream. He picked Ginny up and stood in one fluid motion before carrying her off to the bedroom, to Sirius's bedroom. He laid her on the bed and pulled his emerald green dress robes off, just as thunder rolled over the apartment. He picked up his wand and waved it, causing the curtains to pull apart to reveal dark rain clouds and another flash of lightning.

Harry pulled Ginny's robes over her head, then her worn blouse, then the lacy bra he had dreamt about. He kissed her softly and slowly before pulling her shoes off, followed by her skirt, then her clear stockings. He glanced at Ginny, only one piece of clothing keeping her from being completely naked. He reached up and slipped his fingers into the top of her lacy panties and smiled when he didn't wake up.

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