"Wow, I have fantastic dreams," Ginny found herself whispering as she took a glimpse through the cracked door, only to see Harry in the shower, but he wasn't alone.
No, Hermione was there to accompany him, and somehow, she was on her knees, taking him into her … her mouth. Incredible, she thought as her body started to burn.
Like she needed more evidence to believe it was a dream. Like Hermione would ever do something like that. However, the absurdity of her dream didn't stop her from actually enjoying the show. She didn't even feel any guilt, considering Hermione would never do something like that.
Ginny crouched down to her knees to make sure she didn't fall due to the ship rocking — though it was annoying that the ship was moving like that even in her dream — before turning her gaze toward what was going on once more.
She watched as Dream-Hermione pushed forward, taking Dream-Harry's cock into her mouth. Just another sign that it was a dream. Not only there was no way a man could have it that big, but if one exist, it was impossible for a woman to take it into her throat like that.
Certainly not Miss Prim-and-Proper bookworm.
Yet, not only she took all of it into her throat, but she didn't complain when Dream-Harry grabbed her hair and pulled her forward. She didn't even complain when he called her a naughty secretary that needed to be taught a lesson.
Like Hermione would ever accept to be a secretary.
Ginny enjoyed her dream, considering whether she should just walk and enjoy its lucid nature more, but just as she prepared to push the door open, dream-Harry caught his gaze, his expression sharp.
She took that as a warning. If she tried to push forward, the dream would be gone.
Instead, she enjoyed the view as he pulled out. "Let's take a break," he ordered.
"N-now," dream-Hermione gasped.
"Yes, dance for me," he ordered, another thing real Hermione would never attempt. Yet, her dream version followed it immediately, standing under the shower as she started to dance, her movements far smoother than she could do in reality.
Dream-Hermione was a horny slut.
Ginny watched as her mind gave her a nice show. She swayed under the water, her drenched skin glistening under the light, oblivious to her surroundings with her eyes closed. Soon, she began swaying her hips in a way Ginny thought to be impossible, which made Dream-Harry focus on that, leaving Ginny alone.
She reached under her new nightie, and started to play with herself. Dream or not, she had no intention of missing the show. The show of Hermione flouncing naked while Harry Potter played with his huge cock was too beautiful to be missed.
Then, things got even better as she leaned against Harry, her ass gyrating without pausing. It must feel good, as Harry's smile got even bigger. Before Ginny could get used to the pattern, it changed once more.
Hermione's hands started to act independently. She turned to face Harry as she started rubbing her body, first her arms, and then moving her hands through her hair, each move erotic. However, she didn't stay restricted to her body for long. She took a step forward, and soon, her hands were caressing his naked muscles while she swayed erotically.
Ginny had to admit. Their dream versions looked incredible, enough to make Ginny a hint of pity. Hermione was wasting on Ron if she could achieve even half in her real life. But only a hint, as if real Harry had even a fraction of that body, Ginny would have no problems monopolizing him.
Rewarding their hero was her mission, after all.
Unable to believe the depths her dream was going — normally, her dreams just derailed into a mess — she limited herself to enjoying the show. A show that got even better as Harry reached for her, caressing her tits to make Hermione moan.
And, just like that, dream-Hermione lost control. She took a step forward, abandoning the dance as she rubbed her body against him, focusing on pleasure rather than the show. He acted even bolder, reaching around and cupping her ass, hard enough that his fingers disappeared.
Dream-Hermione didn't say a word as she leaned into him, and started kissing him.
It was not an innocent kiss. It was an erotic show that somehow managed to eclipse their nudity immediately. At least, until his arms shifted up and grabbed her waist. Hermione's body lifted, and when she came down … she made a certain part of his body disappear…
"Incredible," Ginny whispered as she started fingering herself even harder, shocked that a dream could feel that intense. The feeling was simply incredible, almost as good as the show of Hermione wigging her ass whenever he impaled her.
Ginny quickly built toward a climax as she watched Harry rubbing his hands all over her quivering ass while invading her core again and again, the erotic moment turning pornographic. Dream-Hermione was clearly a reflection of Ginny's pleasure, as it was impossible for a woman to cry in pleasure when invaded by such a monster.
At least, Ginny thought so. It wasn't like she had any practical experience.
Dream-Hermione just whimpered as she was drilled. Ginny pushed her fingers deeper inside herself as she enjoyed her once-in-a-lifetime dream, unable to move. Not that she wanted to move as she watched Dream-Harry easily plunge his monster all the way up to his balls, Hermione groaning deeply again and again as he entered her.
Ginny felt her fingers quicken even more, until the pleasure hit her. Along with that, exhaustion came, and she felt like she was about to collapse.
Yet, before she collapsed, Harry pointed his empty hand toward him, and she started flying to her bed… The biggest proof that it was a dream. Wandless magic was nearly impossible already, and casting it on another magical to make them float was just as difficult even with a wand. The magic of the target would fight against the spell.
Ginny floated without a problem. But that didn't shock her… After all, it was a dream….
Ginny felt tense as she woke up. First, the memories of her drunken scene hit her — with a horrible hangover — making her ashamed. Then, something worse happened. Panic replaced her shame as she remembered what she was watching before she fell asleep.
Hermione in the shower, with Harry.
She shuffled, only to feel the thick layer of pajama rubbing against her skin, reminding her of another important detail.
It was all a dream.
"Thank Merlin," she gasped as she opened her eyes.
"That's an interesting way to wake up," said a male voice, reminding her that she was not alone in her room. Luckily, this time, she was able to put things together faster. It was Harry Potter. She turned toward the source, and saw him sitting on a chair, several books open in front of him as he read.
Very advanced books on charms, if she was reading the titles correctly. She remembered that she never asked if he actually received magical training. His reading material indicated that he did. Ginny hoped that he was strong.
Not as strong as her dream, of course, throwing wandless charms without the slightest strain. That was impossible. Still, Ginny hoped that he was strong. She felt like asking, but she kept herself back. Not like she could test his answer on a ship… Not without sinking the ship.
"A habit," she said, answering her earlier question. "Sorry about last night. I might have … overindulged."
"Don't worry about it. Of all the drunks I had to carry, you were the prettiest," he answered, and Ginny found herself blushing. "There's a hungover potion on the bedside table, and I'm sure you would enjoy a shower."
"Thanks," Ginny answered as she grabbed it, drinking it aggressively. The taste was horrible as usual, but the disappearance of her headache made it worth it. However, as the headache disappeared, she found herself blushing.
The reason, was the nightie she could see in a drawer that was cracked open. The same one she had been wearing in her dream … explaining where she got the inspiration. She grabbed it and panicked… realizing her mistake only when Harry looked at her once again. Why did she panic badly enough to grab it?
It wasn't like Harry could see inside the drawer.
"Anything wrong?" he asked.
"No, just preparing for a shower," Ginny answered.
"Do you want me to leave the room? I won't mind?"
Ginny smiled at his kindness. "Thanks for the offer, you're sweet, but I can just change in the bathroom, not a problem," she explained as she dashed toward the bathroom. Only halfway in, she realized she still had a nightie in hand, but it was too late to return and drop it.
She brought it along.
Distracted by her mistake, it took a while for her to realize another thing. The bathroom was just as she had dreamed. Yet, with everything going on, it was the first time that she had visited the bathroom.
Was her dream, not a dream, she thought as she dragged her finger over the glass, the same glass she imagined Hermione's naked body smashing against… "No, that's impossible," she followed soon after. "But how did I know how the bathroom looks…" Then, it hit her. Hermione probably helped her into the bathroom while helping her change, but she had forgotten.
Being drunk sucked. Going forward, she needed to pay more attention to that.
"At least, that's resolved," she murmured as she quickly undressed…
Author notes: An interesting dream ... but just a dream, right? What else it could be?
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