Author's Note:

This one's a Harry/Ginny one, taking place a couple days before they go back to school in Goblet of Fire. I decided to play more on the fangirl aspect because Ginny still viewed him that way to a certain degree. I hope you enjoy, please review and leave suggestions for future chapters, it would mean the world.

A Late Night Encounter

Harry woke up feeling thirsty and somewhat restless. He hadn't been sleeping super well ever since the fiasco at the quidditch world cup, as the night's events seemed to be apmost constantly be invading his thoughts and his dreams. He needed water, he thought, so he got out of his bed groggily and tiptoed to the door. He opened it slowly, being sure not to wake Ron, and slipped out into the hallway of the Burrow.

Ginny had been feeling similar restlessness as of late due to the World Cup, but she was await tonight for different reasons. She'd woken up in the middle of the night feeling extraordinarily hot and bothered after a rather intense dream featuring a certain black-haired hero with green eyes. Harry had been on top of her, kissing her neck, kissing her bare breasts...

Her hand slipped into her pajama pottoms to find her knickers soaked as usual after this sort of dream. She moved her knickers aside and rub and stroke slowly, moaning softly as she imagined having Harry watch her touch herself like this.

She stopped suddenly, feeling embarrassed. He doesn't like you, she thought, annoyed with herself for continuing to fantasize about him like this. If she was going to take Hermione's advice and get over him, she had to stop doing this. I need a drink, she thought. So, like Harry, she got out of bed and began making her way to the kitchen.

Harry reached the door to kitchen and opened it, only to realize that he wasn't alone. As he entered, he saw a flushed-looking Ginny sitting at the table in a white tank top drinking water.

"Hi Ginny," he said from the doorway. Ginny jumped in shock and spipled her water over herself, flushing even deeper and feeling immensely embarrassed.

"Oh, hi Harry, I'm sorry, I didn't know... I didn't expect anyone else to be awake." How could she be so stupid? Was it really that hard not to spill on herself when she saw him?

"It's alright, no need to appologized, I didn't expect anyone to be awake either." Harry walked over to the water pitcher and pooured himself a glass, then sat down at the table across from her. For the first time he noticed that she'd spilled on her tank top, causing her nipples to poke through the shirt. It was Harry's turn to blush, shifting as he felt his body react to the view in front of him. This is Ron's sister, he thought, he couldn't get a hard-on from Ron's sister.

Ginny thought she saw his eyes flicker to her chest but she assumed she must of imagined it, Harry would never look at HER like that. She tried to compose herself and took another sip of the water that still remained in her glass. They sat there in silence for a while just drinking their water, both feeling somewhat awkward and embarrassed.

"So, what brought you down here?" Harry asked, feeling like he should try talking to her.

Ginny blushed furiously, clamping her thighs together instinctively. "Oh, um, I just woke up from a dream and needed water." She decided partial honesty was the best approach here.

"Oh, okay, is it something you want to talk about?"

Ginny averted her eyes, her face was beet red. "Um, no, it was nothing like, er, it wasn't anything bad, I just needed water," she stammered.

"Oh, okay," Harry took a sip of his water, "Hey, Ginny, you don't have to be embarrassed around me or anything, I, um, I know you're had sort of a crush on me or whatever, but you don't have to be scared of talking to me."

Ginny looked up at him and smiled shyly, "That's really nice of you Harry, I just get nervous sometimes, you're just so amazing and I always wanted to meet you as a kid and you were always my hero and then you saved me from the chamber and... oh my god I'm sorry, I'm rambling."

Harry really wasn't sure what to do in this situation. "Um, Ginny, I'm really not that special. Would you want to hang out more tonight? I just think maybe we could get more comfortable around each other since we're both awake anyway."

Ginny felt her heart skip a beat and felt her face heat for what felt like the millionth time that night. "Oh sure, I'd love that, Harry!"

"Do you want to just go to your room and hang out there?"

Ginny was now blushing to the roots of her hair but nodded timidly. "I'll show you where it is." She stood up and motioned for him to follow.

Once they reached her room, she walked in and perched herself on her bed, looking up at him nervously. Harry walked in, hesitated, then closed the door as Ginny lit her lamp. He moved over and sat next to her, turning himself to face her. "So what do you want to talk about?" Harry asked, unsure how to start.

"I'm not sure, it was your idea, maybe you should start," she replied, smiling and feeling a bit more confident.

"I suppose you have a point, how about you start by telling me what your dream was about?" he grinned at her triumphantly, as her face became red once again.

"I... that's pretty personal, don't you think?"

"You said it was nothing bad," Harry teased, poking her.

"But... it was... fine, it was about you," she said quietly, feeling extremely embarrassed.

"Oh," was all Harry could say, now very aware of why she didn't want to tell him, "That's okay, we all have dreams about people. Ginny, do you want to er, kiss? I think maybe that could just help you get past your nerves and everything."

Ginny looked up in surprise and involuntarily licked her lips. "I'd like that."

Harry cupped her face with one hand and gently leaned in, pressing his lips to hers softly. The kiss was short and sweet, and as he pulled back, Ginny smiled as her eyes fluttered open.

"That was really nice, can we do it again?"

Harry obliged, pressing his lips to hers once again. They continued to kiss softly, until Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. She shifted so that she was pressed against him and moaned softly.

Harry moved her into his lap and her breath hitched, she couldn't believe this was happening. Harry began kissing her neck, working his way down, along her collarbone and along the top of the swells of her breasts. "What was I doing in that dream about me?" he asked huskily.

She moaned again, "You took my shirt off," she said and then gasped as he pulled back and pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her unbound breasts.

"What else?" he asked, continuing to kiss trail hot kisses over the swells of her breasts.

"You head your shirt off too," she whispered, and watched as he took his own shirt off as well, and them moaned once more as he pulled her closer for a passionate kiss. The feeling of their skin pressed together was making heat pool between her legs at an alarming rate.

He pulled back once more, "Anything else?"

She whimpered, resisting the urge to reach into her shorts and touch herself. "You... you pulled down my shorts and knickers and um, licked me."

He removed her shorts and then her knickers, going achingly slow. He moved a hand between her legs and found her soaking wet, and the noise she made as he touched her was the best sound he'd ever heard.

He laid her out on the bed and moved between her legs, lifting her legs over his shoulders. As he began to lick, she moaned desperately. He explored slowly at first, having never done this before, and slowly intensified his licking as he found what she liked. He found her clit and kissed it softly, making her whimper once again. "Ooooh, yeah, right there."

He thorroughly stroked her clit with his tongue, adding a finger inside of her, and began to rub as he licked. She began to writh, thrusting into his face and his fingers, moaning happily at the sensations he was giving her. He added a second finger and that's what did it, she squealed in pleasure and finished, continuing to writh in he pleasure of her orgasm.

Finally, she collapsed on the bed, panting. "Mmm, I don't think I'm nervous around you anymore."

Harry chuckled, moving up her body to kiss her. "That's good. I should get back to my room, meet you here tomorrow night?" he asked, winking.

"Sure," Ginny grinned, and she was very much looking forward to it.