A Midsummer's Daydream
By ASortofWing
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Harry Potter or anything related to him, either. Humph.
Beginning Note: Thanks go out to nothinrunlikeadeere, Corvi, MegHarts, Azabaza, and Lee21323 for their comments on chapter 5. :smile: Also, a special thank you to ziggy-the-eel for the constructive criticism and for pointing out that The Three Broomsticks in indeed in Hogsmead. After this story is finished, I'll make it a point to try and alter things. Thanks again for the kind words, and now on with the show!
The story thus far: Harry Potter and his friends have just finished their 6th year in Hogwarts. With the ending of this year, new ways of life has made its way to the wizarding community. With the loss of Albus Dumbledore, the esteemed headmaster of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry and the ever present threat from Lord Voldemort people are now considering how important being with the one you love is now instead of worrying about their safety in the future. Harry is staying at his best friend Ron Weasley's house with his family for the special occasion of Ron's brother's wedding. After being in the same house as his former girlfriend Ginny, Harry is reminded how much he will miss her. Harry then decides to make his final two weeks at the Burrow lasting ones with Ginny. But does Ginny still love him too? Will their relationship ever be the same?
After days of nail-biting situations, longing looks, and awkwardness Harry has finally confessed to Ginny how much he still loves her. He is pleasantly surprised to find that Ginny feels the same way. In even more surprising news, Ron and Hermione have also found their way with each other. With the weekend hectics around the corner, will the sweethearts be able to keep their head in time for the wedding? Can everything be perfect?
Chapter Six: The Calm Before the Storm
Harry felt the weight of his cot adjust and noticed Ginny was coming closer to him. She took his hands away from his face and smiled at him, leaning very close.
"Yeah, I can." She said, kissing him gently.
Harry smiled and put his arms around her waist and back, lifting her a little - Ginny was quite small. He stared into her eyes for a moment, making sure it wasn't a dream before pulling her close again for a second kiss, this one deeper than before. Harry lifted her to lie atop of him, his hands supporting her around her waist and shoulder.
Ginny could believe it. It had happened to them; They, too, had fallen in love.
She could feel Harry's muscles all around her. They were supporting her frame – his chest below her, his hands on her sides… It felt safe to be in his arms. Harry held her like no other could – like she was his and his alone. Ginny wanted only to be his, as well. If only they could stay together and Harry would reconsider going to Godric's Hollow... But that, Ginny knew, would never happen.
So, she relished being his for the time being. Ginny ran her hand up Harry's chest, her fingers feeling the little hills that made his stomach muscles. They were quite impressive – more than anything Dean could produce. A small grin came to her lips as she continued to investigate the attractive thing under her.
He was solid. Solid, as in he could have lifted her higher into the air if he wanted. She was impressed; Harry was not the squirt she had met all those years ago. Ginny dreamt of what lied beneath his cloth shirt, her fingers continuing to roll up and down his chest. He was much different now. His hair is fuller.. his face is more chiseled, his body is better formed.. No matter how hard she tried, Ginny could not get her mind away from the boggling thing that was Harry's figure.
"Harry.." She mumbled, her fingers continuing to find their way along his abdomen.. Would she ever see what was underneath…?
"Yeah..?" He said, quietly.
Ginny blinked and realized his stomach was attached to a neck and later, a head. A head that talked. She shook her head and itched her cheek - a bit embarrassed.
"Oh, nothing. I was just spacing out."
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Ginny's weight was not an issue. She was perfect in Harry's mind. Even with her whole weight pressed on him, Harry felt like she was nothing more than a feather. One of his hands was rested on Ginny's hip to hold her from rolling away. Some of his hand was on her pants, some on her shirt – but there was a small gap between the two where her skin broke through. Though he was dying to feel more of the peach delicacy, he dared not to move too fast and tried to concentrate on what he could feel. It was warm and smooth.. if he pressed a bit more there would be her hip bone there to stop him.
His other hand was placed on Ginny's back to keep her steady on him. The shirt she was wearing was thin – Harry could feel her shoulder blades move when she did, feeling her skin flex and loosen. Harry couldn't help but feel a little aroused when she squirmed.. he could feel everything. This was Ginny's body. It was curved from puberty, shaped from quidditch practices, and rubbing his abdomen from atop of him.
Harry wondered what she was thinking.. What she thought of him - his body.. And what her form really looked like.
"Harry.." He heard Ginny mumble from a groggy subconscious.
"Yeah..?" He answered quietly, his breathing begin to heighten inside of him.
But, dismally, Ginny did not advance on him and merely said,
"Oh, nothing, I was just spacing out."
"About what?" He asked, a tad restlessly.. More talking. Talking only took up his time.
"Well.." said Ginny, resting her hand flat on his abdomen now – making her shoulders move under Harry's hand, "Well, you, to be honest.."
"I've been thinking about you too, Ginny," said Harry, bringing his hand from her back down to her hip. More peach awaited him there. "A-and.. I.. Well, I mean. You just…" He couldn't spit it out. So, Ginny spat it out for him.
"Harry, I feel different right now.. It's more than just the lovey dovey feeling I usually have.." She said, clutching his shirt a little as she continued. "We're older.. And, I think I'm a little more ready to…"
"To move ahead?" Said Harry, riddled with hope that the answer was yes. Ginny nodded, and the monster within Harry awoke once more. He was no longer in pursuit of Ginny's heart like last time – this mission was about Ginny's body.
Harry's hands squeezed her hips a bit, his instinct being exposed. Harry was 16, a teenager, and in love. His mind shot back to that morning when he saw her in the bath towel and the feeling he felt. He wanted that feeling to return. Somehow, he knew what he should do to make this work. As he assumed, Ginny's hip bone was there underneath the pants and skin. He was startled when Ginny's back arched the slightest bit with the squeeze. He suddenly worried that squeezing a bone was not the best idea.
"Ginny, did that hurt? I'm sorry, I've never-" Whispered Harry, hurriedly.
Ginny shook her head, "No, no, it's okay.. It's just..a different feeling.. that's all. " She said.
Ginny decided it was the time to feel what was really underneath the fabric that was separating her hand from her man. While Harry's hands remained on her hips, Ginny's hand made it's way lower to the base of his shirt. She felt his chest stop momentarily before she looked up and reassured him.
"Its okay.. I'm just going to lift your shirt a little – that's all." She said, her hand crawling like a spider underneath the cloth. Harry nodded a little, trying to keep quiet while her hand – a little cold – came in contact with his skin. This was too much – it wasn't real. This was someone else's dream.
Ginny's hand felt more cloth as her hand crawled under his shirt. She assumed it was his boxer shorts – she sometimes noticed how the top of Ron's stuck out once and awhile. Inching a little further, in the center of his lower stomach, she felt soft hair in a sort of trail. She stopped to feel it with her fingers better, watching Harry as he grinned a little back at her. It wasn't abs.. but it was still interesting.
Her hand moved up further still, bringing his shirt up with it. Things had to change. Ginny shifted and sat straight up, sitting on Harry's upper hip while his hands remained where they were. In Harry's mind, he was glad she didn't decide to sit a little further back – the embarrassment would be too much for him. He knew he was a pervert – but didn't want Ginny to know too.
He stared up at her, his heart pounding. With great courage, Harry's hands moved. They inched upward, under her shirt's end. They rested on her lower waist, just above where her pants started – entirely on her skin. He squeezed gently, his hands moving towards her hips again as he continued to take her form in. He could feel Ginny was as nervous as he was – every time he squeezed, her next intake of breath would be shuddery. A reaction Harry could get used to.
In he next moment, Ginny had lifted Harry's shirt up and rested it's crumpled front just below his chin. He was practically in a sweat, this feeling of stimulation sweltering every part of his body. Ginny's form moved again which made him clutch her hips again. She bent down and away, close to the center of his chest. Though it was a small change of position for Ginny, Harry was in a panic.
No.. No.. Don't lean down, don't go any further down.. Come back up, please.. I think if she even brushes it I'll burst…! That can NOT happen.. Not today, not like this… His mind babbled, hazed by emotion and nerves.
Ginny leaned her head down while her hips kept suspended above him. She kissed the center of his chest, gently, a hand flat on either side of her face.
"Harry.. you're very handsome.." said Ginny, blushing a little.
Harry smiled a little, thankful nothing had happened to embarrass himself. He lifted a hand from her hips and placed it on her hand, brining it up to his lips. He gave it a small smooch and replied quietly,
"Ginny,.. I love yo-"
Creeeeeek!
"Harry, it's Hermion- ".. Said Hermione, Ron behind her. They had opened the door to come and say hello but found something .. not planned.
Ginny shrieked from surprise and rolled off Harry while he scrambled to pull his shirt back down before Ron saw anything. But, it was too late.
"Harry? Ginny? What.. Were you two-?" He asked, squeezing between Hermione and the doorway to try and get a better look.
"NO!" they both said, Harry sitting upright. He yanked his shirt as low as it would stretch to prevent them from seeing the result of he and Ginny's past 10 minutes.
"What's going on up there, dears?" Called Mrs. Weasley from the bottom of the stairway. "I heard a scream..!"
Hermione turned around and called back to her,
"Nothing, Mrs. Weasley! It.. was just a spider! Harry killed it, we're finnne!"
"Well, come down! I've made pumpkin cookies!" she replied distantly as she walked away from the stairs.
Hermione, looked at Ron and then at Ginny and Harry, her cheeks scarlet.
"C'mon, lets go or she'll think something's up. We can talk about this later.."
Ginny nodded and waited until Ron was out of the doorway to follow Hermione. She glanced back at Harry before going out of the doorway.
"Are you coming.." She asked, beckoning down the stairs.
"Uh.." said Harry, glancing down at what his shirt was hiding. "In a minute.. Save a few for me?" He said, smiling clumsily.
Ginny nodded and left.
As soon as the footsteps were faint enough, Harry got up and made for the bathroom and didn't leave for 5 minutes.
With the Pumpkin cookies gone, the four of them made their way to the back yard and went towards the broom shed where they were to talk. Harry and Ginny sat next to each other against the shed while Ron and Hermione sat across from them, curiously. There was a moment of silence where they were all studying each other before Hermione began.
"So.. What was that?" She blurted with a mix of excitement and ire. Harry and Ginny looked at eachother and shrugged.
"Hermione, " Said Harry, running a hand though his hair, "I.. Ginny and I are back together." He said, glancing at her. He moved his hand, picked up hers, and clutched it tensely. Would Hermione and Ron be mad?
On the contrary, Hermione's face lifted and her eyes sparkled gleefully. Ron looked away, but Harry could tell he was wearing a small grin as well.
"Why didn't you tell us sooner?" She asked, inquisitively.
"Why didn't you tell us sooner?" Asked Ginny, her voice a little reproachful.
Ron and Hermione's eyes widened a little as they glanced at each other though the corner of their eyes.
"What d'you mean?" Asked Hermione, her thumbs beginning to twiddle.
"You know what I mean…" said Ginny, her eyebrow quirking. She looked from Ron to Hermione and back again.
Harry and Ron looked at each other while the girls tested each other. Ron's look at Harry was more how did you find out? While Harry's was Just confess.
"I have no idea what you're getting on about." Said Hermione, folding her arms.
"Oh give it up," Said Ginny, rolling her eyes. "We found out about you and Ron already. And let me say, it was foolish of you to keep it a secret. We would have liked to know." She added, glancing at Ron, too.
Hermione and Ron looked as though they were caught shoplifting. There were no words.. just awkward exchanges of looks. Hermione's cheeks had gotten even more red than before while Ron's face was turning more tomato like very second.
"We're sorry from keeping it from you, Mate." Said Ron, honestly. He knew that if Harry kept something from him, he would want to know it.
"Yes," Said Hermione, her thumbs in an all out war against each other, "We just didn't want you to have to worry about us on top of.. well… your mission."
Harry shook his head, "No, don't worry about it. I'm just glad you weren't mad at me for.. Well.. Ahem." He glanced at Ginny who was smiling, then to Ron who was rolling his eyes with a small smirk.
"C'mon," said Ginny, standing and brushing her pants off. "Let's do something. The wedding's in two days and I want to get in all the time I can without Fleur before she abducts me."
"Oh!" Said Hermione to Ginny happily, "You're one of the bridesmaids right?"
"Yeah.." Replied Ginny, not looking at Harry.
He grinned, standing now as well. "Can't wait to see that.." He said, running a finger up and down her arm, teasingly.
"Oh, shut up." She replied and the four of them walked back to the house.
Two days until the wedding. ..A greater image came to mind. After the wedding he only had a week left. It felt like such a short amount of time.. He would have to make sure it wouldn't run out. Too much had to happen yet. Too much.
Author's Note: Good word, chapter 6 is done with only 2,651 words! That's the shortest chapter since chapter one. Oh well, I hope it makes up for it in juice. :grins: I know it was cruel to have them walked in on – but it's the more plausible thing that would happen. Sorry it took so long to update, but it's a new week and I'm getting back into the swing of things more now. I couldn't get the laptop for the weekend – that's why. In any case, I'm sorry, and here is chapter 6.
Chapter 7 is going to be in two parts. :cackle: Yes. Um.. The title of this chapter, "The Calm before the Storm" is supposed to be relating to the wedding. Wedding is the storm. Anyway, hope it makes sense, I am completely sick of typing for today. See you all next chapter! Keep reading and Reviewing and thank you all for looking into this story. Adieu!