"Gin, sweetheart are you alright?" Harry asked coming to sit beside her in their couch.
"Oh... I'm fine harry, i been saying it for 100th time now". Ginny replied frustrated.
From the moment harry came from the ministry, he was asking to her about, going to the hospital, by seeing her trying to maintain distance from him.
The truth is, she is trying to avoid harry, she felt guilty about yesterday's dream, moreover she fingering herself and having coming so hard after reaching to home from the ministry thinking of her brother.
She is not feeling the attraction to harry, it is strange though... she have been feeling it, since her dream.
"I can make you some syrup, if you want" he said taking her hands into his.
She felt a sudden urge to remove her hands, but controlled herself. He is too caring, she doesn't want to hurt him... she wanted to feel closeness to harry in order to make things right.
"I don't need any syrups, when you are with me" she said, they both smiled, she moved close and they kissed... but strangely there is no sentiment there. Nothing.
Harry parted from the kiss smiling, but frowned seeing her reaction.
Ginny is so dominating in their sex life, making him always suck her, tying him up in bed and riding him till it couldn't stand no more. Maybe a oral would do...
He slowly got to his knees, maintaining eye contact with her. When he settled on her knees between her legs, she understood and smiled.
He slowly hunched up her skirt and removed her panties, thrown it beside her in the couch.
Parted her thighs, making her legs to separate wider.
He moved forward, slowly licked her slit with the tip of his tongue, she gasped.
"Oh harry!" Ginny said, he smiled.
He kept his hands still on her thighs, forcing her to stay apart, never taking off his tongue, moving along her slit, tasting her juices and rounding her clit.
Her eyes rolled back, she rested her head back on the couch, kept her legs on his shoulders, gripped his hair and pulled him in, trying to practically insert his face inside her pussy.
Harry didn't mind, she is always so rough with him in bed and he always liked being dominated, which is the secret only she knows 'The great harry potter a submissive' she always teased him.
She rounded her legs around his head and pulled him in deep, making him breathe only her sweet aroma.
She started moving, rubbing herself on his face, his face getting slick with her juice.
"Ah...Oh, yes...Yes...Yes...Yes.." ginny started chanting as usual.
Suddenly her juices hit him straight she squirted. Her juices violently filling his mouth and he happily lapped at it.
She panted, coming down..."Oh harry that was great" she said, liked to see her husband snogging her pussy lips.
He got up and removed his pants and boxers fast, pushed her back and inserted himself into her.
Ginny's heart filled with a feeling of disappointment, she suddenly remembered the dream of her and ron being naked.
She stopped harry "Ah harry... maybe we should not, you know with I'm tired and all".
He looked hurt for a moment before smiling "okay, sweetheart... later than".
They started talking about their jobs and how it is going, harry and ginny both are naked waist down.
"... and so we finally proved they are the ones who let him escape" he finished and she nodded smiling.
"Actually i have to thank you for you and ron".
"Wh... what, why I mean what did we do? she asked her heart beating rapidly.
"Yesterday, i asked him to come and get my file, i couldn't come back... and he said you are the one to help him find it".
"Ron...Came... here... Yesterday morning?" Ginny asked doubted.
"Yeah... why you didn't know" harry aksed rising his eyebrow.
"No, he came...I just... my head is paining, i think im going to bed" ginny said already started to walk toward the bedroom.
She was surprised to find out ron was here yesterday, when at the same moment she had h dream. Is it all true then? Did he really? Raped her? Had sex with her... Without her consent? Her own brother?.
She don't know why but she is not feeling angry, it kind of felt right like it was some sort of normal thing to do.
Whatever it is she is going to have a talk with him about this, but how can she get him alone... Maybe a get together would do it...