Summary: what exactly are the dreams that made Harry glad Ron wasn't a Legillimens? A HBP missing moment (sort of) Warning: Scenes of a VERY sexual nature.
Ginny was standing before him, wearing nothing but a silky red bra and a matching thong. Harry couldn't take his eyes off her. He ran his hands slowly over her breasts, his eyes raking her body, taking in her full, round curves. He let out a low moan in the back of his throat. He struggled with the clasp to her bra, and, as she giggled, he gave up, and ripped it off, his hand cupping her breast quickly.
He kissed her deeply, passionately, nibbling her lower lip and tasting her. She tasted like treacle tart. Her moved his mouth to her neck, causing her to groan and push herself against him. He moved his mouth lower, latching onto her breast, still fondling the other. He sucked on it, then removed his mouth. Ginny moaned in pleasure as her blew on her nipple, causing a deliriously cold, yet erotic feeling. He moved his hand to her mound, feeling the wetness there. He groaned and felt himself growing painfully hard, and slipped a finger inside of her. She gasped as he moved his hand in her, adding one finger, and another, and another, until she was screaming his name and bucking against him.
When her orgasm came to a halt, she removed his fingers from her, and slipped her hand into his waistband, cupping his manhood. He growled and kissed her, hard. She freed him from his pyjama trousers, and closed her mouth around him. She bobbed her head up and down, gently grazing her teeth across him.
"Ginny, you have to stop, or I'll come right here. Oh God Ginny…oh…I…can't…stop!" He screamed as he came violently into her mouth. He yanked off her knickers, and slid himself inside of her. He groaned as he thrust into her, feeling her muscles contract around him. He slipped a finger down and started touching her, driving her over the edge. He continued pounding into her, his balls slapping against her, until he came inside of her.
Harry woke up, a thin layer of sweat over his forehead, and his soldier standing at attention. He reached his hand down, thinking that, if these dreams continued, his right arm would be extremely strong.