A Midsummer's Daydream
By ASortofWing

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Harry Potter or anything related to him, either. Humph. WARNING: This Chapter contains extreme adult situations.
Beginning Note: Thank you to Corvi, Gashlyn, SilverWilver, KyleGranger, U-No-Poo-Too, Harry's-a-hottie, and Nimadom for their supportive comments on chapter 7 Part 2. Sorry the update took so long, It was a very busy past few days. More in the A/N.

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. After Bill and Fleur's wedding, Harry presents Ginny his fake Horcrux locket in hopes she will be his when he returns from his battle with Voldemort. She accepts, and all Harry wants to do now is keep the moment in his mind and Ginny in his arms.

Chapter Eight: Dress Wrinkles

Ginny nodded and leaned forward to hug him. Harry hugged her back and squeezed tightly. He never wanted the night to end. He never wanted their time together to end. He inhaled the smell of her hair, and distantly heard the music below come to a conclusion..

Here's to the night we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye, tomorrow's going to come to soon..

As the singer's voice faded away and their melody came to a close, Ginny was left in the Burrow's attic with Harry to decide about their future. A thought had crossed her mind about being together until they were old and wrinkled. His thumb would still rub the top of her hand, she bet. They would be as much in love as they were now, forever.

Forever, just then, sounded so far away to Ginny. What if there might not be a forever for her and Harry? He was going to face the hardest thing possible sooner or later, after all. Harry, for some unthinkable reason, may not come though. Even though Ginny wasn't completely sober at the moment, she knew that the love she and Harry had now was what mattered. It was the love now that was plausible – they could see it, they could act with it. Ginny and Harry needed to act now – while they still were able to.

"Harry," Said Ginny, her hand reaching for the side of his shirt and tugging a little eagerly, "I want to ask you something.."
They were still in their hug; Harry's chest was very warm and she did not want to let go just yet – but felt she had to. She pulled herself away gently and Harry watched, sitting up, Ginnyless.

"Yeah..? Go ahead, ask." He said, putting his hands in his lap, a little concerned.
"Harry..," Began Ginny, searching for the words she wanted to express. It was a hard thought to mumble to him, but if she spent more time word-searching, people could start coming up from the party soon. They might miss their chance.

Harry watched Ginny as her mouth opened and shut several times, with no words between them. His mind was on the same thing, the feeling he felt when he saw her in the bathrobe, they together on his cot.. He wanted more of it. That feeling he felt could not go away. Not yet.

Ginny looked up and saw Harry crawling towards her. She put her hands down flat on the cot to steady herself; Harry's crawling made the feeble cot wobble and squeak badly.
"Shh," She said, putting a finger to her mouth, "If we get caught-"
"We won't." Said Harry, getting up off the cot and moving to his belongings. He rummaged for a bit before coming across a long thin cloak. On it were beautiful patterns of all colors. Harry flung it over Ginny on the cot playfully. Once it landed, Ginny was gone. Vanished, under his invisibility cloak.

She pulled the cloak off her head like she would a blanket and giggled, The rest of her body that was still under was hidden, but her head and upper body was exposed.
"Harry, this won't do any good…" She said, holding some of the cloak in her hand, "The cot still makes noise.. They can still hear us whispering and things.."

Harry shook his head, and went over to her, kneeling on the floor in front of her. He put his hand on hers and squeezed gently.
"We'll be fine.." Said Harry's inner monster, drooling and begging.
Harry stood and snaked his arm under Ginny's knees, his other bracing her back and shoulders as he lifted, bringing Ginny up off of the squeaky cot. Some of the Invisibility clock hung off of her like drapes, but Harry didn't mind. He left the attic door open as he quietly went downstairs and turned to his right at the bathroom. He closed the door gently behind him and grinned.

Now he was on the other side of the barrier.

Harry walked forward and gently laid Ginny onto her cushioned bed, her dress and hair spreading out a little. Harry went around to the side of her bed before getting on. There was no squeak from this bed. He listened outside to people schmoozing and having a grand time before the time came to turn in. He wondered how long they were going to stay out there for. From listening to the chatter and the occasional uproar of laughter, it would be a while.

Ginny sat up slightly, leaning on her elbows, listening to the banter outside as well. She glanced at Harry who peered down at her, whispering.
"I think they're going to be out there for a while.." He said, scooting himself forward a little so he could lie there next to Ginny.
"Yeah," She said, shuffling a little to the side to give Harry a little more room to lay, "Mom and Dad seemed keen on getting on Fleur's mum's good side."

Harry and Ginny laughed, thinking of Mrs. Delacour singing drunkly with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley outside. It seemed nearly impossible to imagine Mrs. Delacour's nose to come down from its high perch in the air to socialize. The image of a flamingo came to mind.

Harry's head was resting on Ginny's pillow while Ginny had her head rested in the nook just under Harry's chin. Her hair was very soft and soothed Harry. It seemed like a perfect fit, as they were both sighing comfortably. He rested his arm on the curve of her waist as she leaned against the side of his body, her head snuggling against his neck and chest. Her hand found its way inches from her mouth, resting on his chest – like he was a big pillow.

Harry chuckled; it felt funny to be this snuggled up against. All the squirming ticked him a little and Ginny's hand kept pulling him towards her – like he could get any closer?
"Ginny," He said, between laughs; Ginny noticed how it made him tickle and continued, more playfully, "Ginny, stop… I-it tickles! C'mon-" He sad turning onto his side a little, writhing.

Ginny giggled as well, watching Harry's eyes close tightly as she squirmed and ticked him.
"Ginny, I'm going to fall off the bed! It tickles..! St-" He said, ending in mid-word. He had reached out to put space between them and hopefully end the tickling when his hand did not find her hand. Rather, it had come in contact with something much softer – the side of Ginny's left breast. Harry's face turned scarlet as he pulled his hand away, the other grasping for his hair. Ginny laughed and turned onto her back, her hands holding her stomach – apparently, the whole thing was really funny to her.

"S-Sorry," He said, smiling uncomfortably – Ginny's laughter made him feel somewhat stupid, "I didn't mean t-"
Harry was stopped with a kiss from Ginny. He lingered there, one hand in space while the other clutched his hair. Her lips were so very soft.. Harry shut his eyes slowly, relaxing more into the bed. His hand left go of his hair gradually while the other brought itself to pull Ginny closer to him. She obliged, crawling with all the layers of her dress to have one knee on either side of him, she still leaning down in their kiss.

Harry breathed though his nose, as did Ginny, as the kiss continued. He brought his hand to the back of her head and ran his fingers though her hair, her curls wrapping around his fingers. Ginny nibbled on his lower lip, a hand was behind his head playing with his hair as well, the other on his shoulder keeping her steady.

Harry took a breath inward at this, his head beginning to swim. His free hand journeyed to Ginny's waist. The satin of her dress felt good to him – but stiff. He used his palm to push in on it while he ran his hand up and around on her curve. Once and awhile he went so low as to run along her hip bone – this would send both of them a shiver.

This is nuts. He thought; some of the only words forming into his head at the moment. Oh.. This is nuts. Nuts. Nuts… But I want her.. Ginny..
The last phrase to come to his head began to reform as they continued on Ginny's poor bed. "I want her" seemed to be Harry's invisible mantra – Maybe the monster inside of him was just screaming it so loud within, it finally began to surface.

After a good bit of snogging, Harry and Ginny both came up for air. His face was a little red, as was hers, but they both smiled. Harry fidgeted below Ginny who took the hint and lifted a knee, allowing Harry to roll from beneath her. He crawled up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders, lowering her head onto her pillow. After she was comfortable, Harry lay next to her, but remained a little higher than the two of them.

His hand rested on her waist again while the other had drifted to her jaw line. Ginny's eyelids were a little droopy – but she was not tired. Harry leaned forward and kissed her, a bit more fiercely than he would normally. Ginny sighed audibly, a little of her voice coming though as she caught his kiss. Their tongues came together and danced, eyes shut, mouths open.. Snogging never tasted so good.

Harry scooted himself a little closer to Ginny, their stomachs, and chests coming together now. The bust of Ginny's dress was stiff, the embroidery poking against his shirt. Her chest was warm, though and to Harry- full. Harry's hand on Ginny's hip pulled her closer to him in the heat of the moment, his mind elsewhere.

Ginny's eyes peeked open a little with a little gasp. Harry's eyes opened too, a bit confused as their kiss ended.
"..W-what?" He panted softly, edging to get back to their night..
"Harry.." He said, smirking a bit and glancing down to where he tugged her toward.
He felt his cheeks heat up again – apparently, the embroidery wasn't the only thing poking.

Harry couldn't think of anything to say and only pulled her again slowly, watching her as her eyes shifted curiously as he held her against him for a moment before there was space between them again. Harry's eyes were unfocused as he did it once more only this time pushing upward as well, he leaning his head in to plant a kiss on Ginny's neck, shivers running though both of their bodies.

He found Ginny's eyes had drifted shut as he came back up, grinning to himself. He leaned back in and kissed her again, moving slowly downward a little to do the same, again, and again.. lower and lower along her neck. He came along to her shoulder bone and kissed once more, sucking a little. Ginny kept her hand on the back of his head, clutching his hair a little, her chin leaning on his. Harry could hear her breath skip every time he kissed her..

"Ginny, " He breathed, his hand creeping upward along the curve of her waist, "Your dress is going to get very wrinkled.." He said, pausing for a moment before he sat up to face her, she watching him..
"Don't.. you think you s-should take it.." He continued, eyes blinking nervously, "..off?"

Ginny sat silently for a second, listening for the noise outside. It was still strong – apparently everyone was joining in a conga line at the moment with chants of "Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun, HEY!" coming from the partiers. She looked back at Harry who was still clinging to her next move or phrase and smiled. She stood and turned around, holding her long hair up so her slender neck showed.

Harry stood immediately, and eyed the dress' zipper. He took a deep breath inward and laid a shaky hand on it's pull. Once this zipper was unzipped, Ginny would be standing half naked in front of him. It was a dream Harry dared to dream... Becoming a reality.

He pulled down on the handle gently and the teeth separated. It revealed more of Ginny's dark peach skin, made even darker by the lack of light in the room. He blushed a little when he saw the back of her white bra, strapless, of course. Finally, the zipper reached its end at the small of Ginny's back. Though unzipped, the dress was still upright due to its stiffness.

Ginny inhaled a little bit and shimmied, her back still to Harry, out of the dress. She bent over a little, (Harry could see the rifts of her backbone showing though her skin a little) and stepped out of the white cloth heap and let her hair down as she turned to face him. He drew a big breath inward and stared at her; though it wasn't the most tactful – it was the one thing Harry really wanted to do at the moment.

Her hands came together self-consciously in front of her, pushing her breasts together. Her feet shuffled a little as Harry oogled at the beautiful sight before him – his inner monster taking notes.
"Harrrryyyy.." She whined, stepping closer to him for a tight hug.
"I'm sorry," He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her with a squeeze, he leaning his head against the top of hers, "You're just… so pretty.." He said, kissing the top of her head. Pretty, yes. But, Fetching was more of the way Harry would put it.

"Harry.. " She said again, looking up at him with a twinkle in her eye, 'It's only fair.. that…" She hesitated, tugging on his shirt. Harry suddenly became very self conscious and nodded slightly, taking a step back from Ginny. He put his hands on the base of his shirt while his mind raced.

What will she think? I hope she likes me.. Ugh, I should have done some sit ups or something.. I hope I don't smell..

With these undermining thoughts, Harry tugged upward and pulled his shirt off, revealing an beater he usually wore under nice shirts. Ginny grinned, but stamped her foot a little.
"Oh, not fair!" She said, beckoning the undershirt.
Harry blinked, and decided to fight back,
"Oh yeah? What about that?" He said, pointing to her bra. Ginny crossed her arms, scoffing.
"S'not the same." She said, indignantly, "Now, c'mon..!"

Harry chortled and rolled his eyes, pulling his undershirt up over his head, revealing his chest and ab-like stomach. Ginny raised her eyebrows for a second and seemed pleased, grinning an awful lot.
"What?" He said, crossing his arms to mimic her.
"Nothing.." She said, coming forward and putting her hands on Harry's hips.

He glanced down unsurely at her as she unbuttoned his trousers, he leaning in a little to kiss her, his cheeks red. She nudged Harry gently and he stepped back, feeling the edge of the bed. His pants slid down a little as he sat on it, Ginny pulling them gently down the rest of the way, and off his feet. He was wearing navy blue boxer briefs, which complemented his eyes nicely.

Harry took Ginny hand and led her over to him. She laid herself down on her back, head on the pillow, next to Harry who was still sitting. He shifted and put an arm over her stomach, his elbow keeping him up as he laid himself against her side, his other arm resting on the top of her head. Ginny smiled up at him as he smiled at her. They both laughed a little and hugged out of the blue – their skin feeling warm against the others.

Harry rested his head against the pillow, his forehead touching Ginny's. After a moment, Ginny shifted so they were both lying on their sides and looked up at him, her eyes dark, but glossy. Harry leaned forward and closed his eyes gently, drawing in a deep breath and kissing Ginny, her eyes shutting as well.

He moved his hand to prop him up slightly while the other moved down her side, and then up again, her peach skin velvety to the touch. He opened his eyes a little before moving his hand to her front cautiously, it barely touching the fabric of her bra. Ginny's eyes opened a bit to see what was wrong, saw Harry and grinned a little.

Harry, with Ginny's silent permission, cupped his hand against her chest and kissed her feverishly. This was amazing, to be so close to her like this.. Her body literally at his fingertips.. Their breathing had become a sort of breath-when-you-can method. Harry's fingers wandered and noticed a bit of the bra that stuck out. He moved his fingers along it, Ginny leaning closer to him as he did, small noises coming from her.

Suddenly, he felt her hand move down his stomach and onto his boxers. She continued to kiss him, her tongue moving with his. His heart leapt as her hand pressed against him, he pulling his lips away from her momentarily to gasp for air. Harry leaned his forehead against hers, his eyes rolling upward..

The pleasure from that one gesture was insane. He felt himself throb a little; his hips pushed against her hand subconsciously. Harry groaned audibly as Ginny held him though his boxers and squeezed gently, beads of sweat beginning to form against his forehead. He drew himself away from her hand, leaning down a little to whisper shakily into her ear.

"Ginny," He inhaled, his hand trailing down her stomach and resting at a warm place on her panties. He felt its dampness as he pressed against it with two of his fingers, Ginny clutching his stomach eagerly. He continued to rub as he spoke, watching her as she tried to listen.
"I l-love you, Ginny.. I want you.." He babbled, pressing harder, "I need you, Ginny, you're my girl… "

Harry leaned up a little and put a knee on either side of her feet. He crawled up, still massaging, and leaned down to rest his chin on her shoulder. Ginny wrapped her arms around his back.
"Make love to me.." He said, shutting his eyes as he came in front of her and kissed, his hand leaving her panties to cup her other breast gently.

Ginny arched her back a little and Harry sat up a bit, using his hands to unclasp her bra. It came undone after some fiddling – Harry was shaking so bad he couldn't unhook the little clasps his first try. Ginny was nervous; Harry could tell. She laid there, her hands clutching the sides of her bed as he removed her bra, revealing two perfectly rounded breasts with small pinkish centers. They were lighter than the rest of her skin, but ideal.

Harry would have loved to marvel, but he suddenly heard a soft knocking.
"Harry..?" Called Ron's voice from behind the door. Harry sat straight up and gasped, calling immediately to Ron so he could hear plainly,
"RON, do not come in!" He said, frantically.
"Shh! I wasn't going to, Mate!" He said, just as panicky, "Listen. I'm going to the attic. If you hear them coming in tell me, okay?"
"Okay.." Said Harry. He quirked an eyebrow but was answered when He heard not just one pair of feet going up the stairs, but two.

Ginny's hand was on her face, embarrassingly when Harry turned to face her again.
"Sorry.." She said, Harry removing her hands.
"Don't worry about it." Said Harry, kissing her forehead gently. She grinned and glanced downward at his boxers, fascinated. She began to move her hand for him, but Harry moved backwards, shaking his head.

"No, d-don't.." He said, softly, his head ducking. "I.. don't think I'll be able to last very long.."
Ginny shook her head and mouthed, 'it's okay'.
Harry nodded and kneeled at her feet, resting his hands on her hips. He brought them down and caught her panties once he got to them. Ginny had shut her eyes and was breathing deeply.

Harry pulled them down as she lifted her rear a little for him, they coming off her feet easily. He removed his own boxers carefully and put them on the floor next to hers, a fresh gust of air hitting him and causing the hair on his neck to stand up. Harry crawled forward a little, noticing that Ginny's eyes were studying him. Harry grinned a little at her curious expression – he was always a little proud of himself in that area..

"I've heard it hurts the first time.. " She said, anxiously, her eyes flicking up to meet his.
"Yeah," Said Harry, gulping. "I've heard that, too." The thought of hurting Ginny was a scary thought. One that Harry would have to feel guilty about later. He took a deep shaky breath before leaning down and kissing her lovingly.
"..R-ready?" He asked, looking at her.

Ginny nodded and hugged Harry. He hugged her back and moved his knees to spread hers apart. Once he had both of his knees together again, he leaned down into Ginny' open arms, they hugging him tightly as he positioned himself at her entryway.

He moved his hips forward slightly, his tip coming in contact with the slippery surface before him. Harry moved his hand down and steadied himself. Just as he was about to enter, Ginny gasped and poked Harry in the stomach.
"Harry, what about protection?" She asked, frenetically.
"It's okay," He said, smartly. "I'll just bail out when I.. well, you know."
Ginny still looked unsure, but trusted Harry and nodded, laying her head back down onto the pillow.

Harry leaned forward again with the support of his hand and entered her slowly. Ginny clutched his back and gasped sharply – she had never before felt this feeling. It was like something that was too big was trying to get in. Harry felt her barrier and drew out a little, whispering, 'I'm sorry' over and over to Ginny.

He pushed in a little harder the second time, her body giving way to him, Ginny pressing her fore head against his as she squeaked a little in pain. She calmed down soon after and relaxed more as Harry drew back gently and entered again, sending a shiver of pleasure through her.

Harry took off his glasses and set them on the floor before leaning his head down to rest in the niche of Ginny's shoulder. He shut his eyes a little and leaned himself up a tad with his elbow, Ginny's breast just brushing against his chest. He drew out and then pushed inward, Harry muffling his groan with Ginny's shoulder.

It was hard not to be loud; Harry wanted to yell and groan. The feeling was too good to be real – Ginny's every muscle was around him, compressing, and warm. He drew back and pushed harder now, Ginny's knees squeezed his waist and moving with him. She too began to sigh with pleasure in his ear – all this did was egg him on.

He moved at a pace after seconds, breathing deeply to keep oxygen to his head. He would thrust a bit farther once and awhile, making quiver and shudder inside. Out of the blue he felt his surroundings pulse compress and looked at Ginny. Her eyes were half shut and her mouth was a little agape – a quiet sound emitting from her. Seeing this pushed him over the edge. He suddenly felt this rushing warm feeling and opened his eyes, groaning.

"Oh.. G-Ginny, I'm going to…" He gasped, sitting up suddenly and pulling himself out of her. She laid there and watched him, breathing intensely. Harry moved his hand over himself and but his other hand under to catch his seed as it spilled from his tip, Harry hunching over a little with a strained, but amused face.
"I.. I'm sorry.." He said, getting up and cleaning off his hand with some tissue. He sat back down on the bed and crawled to lay next to her, extremely exhausted. He rested his head on her arm, she cradling it. Harry got a full view of her breast at that point – but was too tired to carry on.

"Why're you sorry..?" She asked, running her hand though his hair affectionately.
Harry moved and looked up at her with a gloomy expression.
"..B-because you.. You didn't.. .. Come." He said, finally, blushing.

Ginny blushed as well, bringing herself closer to him so her face rested on his chest. She snaked her leg around to come between Harry's – they now entwined. She grinned and kissed his cheek before whispering,

"I did." Into his ear.

Harry looked into her eyes giddily and laughed a little and snuggled up against the lovely girl next to him. They laid there matted with each other and slept. The only noise they heard though out the night was a distinctive squeak from a certain cot upstairs.

Author's Note:

BWAH. I'm alive. I am very sorry that I took so long to update – it's been a crazy weekend. So, please forgive me with this juicy juicy chapter. -; I know it isn't the perfect lemon, but hey – I kinda think it's more likely to happen that way. shrug Anyway, Read, Review and all that jazz. Bye now!