Discord Challenge- Ginny's Dream. Only parameters, 500-1000 words. Originally posted 08/06/2019
It was a blessing really that Hermione was all wrapped up with Ron and Harry with whatever it was the lot of them talked about when she wasn't there in the room with them.
Probably more about how Harry was stubborn and brooding, and the two others trying to pull him out of it. Hermione with her logic, Ron with his shrugs and placing blame on anything and everything but himself.
She was proud of herself with how she hadn't shown how much it had bothered her that he'd 'forgotten' that she'd been possessed by Him. Simply brushed it off and gave her opinions and insights.
It was something they shared. A monumental part of her life, and he'd just forgotten. As if slaying a Basilisk, destroying a cursed Dark object and rescuing someone from the brink of death was a daily occurrence for him. Sure, he seemed to find some way to be noble and heroic every year. But really.
It hurt her. She was still crushing on him. Hard. How could she not? He was literally the boy of her dreams, and try as she did, she truly felt like he was it for her.
Ginny was curled up on her bed, letting her tears flow down her face while she clutched her pillow in the dark room, absolutely hating that her emotions were getting the better of her.
She was stifling her sniffles and trying to pass off that she'd just fallen asleep when Hermione came into the room.
"Ginny?" She called softly.
Ginny didn't respond. She knew what the conversation would be if she did. 'He didn't know what he was saying.' 'Of course he remembers it.' 'You really gave him some piece of mind, thank you.''I thought you were moving on.'
She didn't want to hear it.
Hermione moved about the room, not turning the light on, as she got into her sleep clothes and climbed into the other side of the bed.
It took a while, but Ginny finally drifted off to sleep.
Not too much later she woke.
"Hey." Came the soft voice of Harry, who was crouched by the bed on her side.
"Harry? What are you doing in here?" She whispered ash she blinked the sleep out of her eyes and looked over to make sure that Hermione was still asleep.
He reached out and traced his hand down the side of her face, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear and using his thumb to wipe away her trail of tears. "I came to check on you."
"Wha-what?" This was completely out of character for him. He was being so tender. And initiating contact.
"Please come with me." He stood up and offered her his hand.
She shifted the blankets off of her and took his hand. As soon as he pulled her out of the bed they were down in the kitchen before her feet hit the floor, a hot cup of cocoa was in her hand.
"I remember, I promise." He told her in earnest.
She regarded her cup sadly. "No you didn't. You don't have to lie. I know you have important things to deal with on your plate Harry. My feelings don't need to be on there too."
He got out of his chair and moved to sit beside her. Close beside her. His arm came around behind her, and his other hand cupped the side of her face again, tilting it up so she had to meet his eyes.
"You are important. And I'm not lying." His dark green orbs portrayed the truth behind his words. "I didn't forget. I could never forget anything to do with you."
"Harry." She whispered, putting a hand to his chest, pushing him away slightly.
He pulled her closer. "You look beautiful in that dress."
Ginny looked down bewildered. She was wearing a dress. The one she had worn to the Yule Ball, and he was wearing his suit. They weren't in the kitchen at Grimmauld Place anymore. They were in the Chamber of Secrets.
There was no Tom Riddle, no Basilisk and no Diary. It wasn't so scary down here anymore. Not with Harry's arms wrapped around her like they were.
He leaned his head down and nuzzled the crook of her neck.
His movement elicited a delicious feeling inside her that radiated through her whole body making her knees weak and her arms tremble slightly.
"We share this Ginny. You and I together. This is ours. Ron and Hermione don't understand, no one does. And I've pushed my feelings about it so far down inside myself because they weren't appropriate. Not then." He raised his head and traced his thumb over her bottom lip. "Now though. Here we are, and I can't resist anymore. It's been killing me. Not being with you. Not being able to talk to you about it."
"Why couldn't you?" Her voice quivered. This was all she'd ever wanted. Was he professing his feelings to her? He never talked about his feelings, no matter what they were.
"We were too young. I was twelve, you were eleven." He stated with a shake of the head. "No one would have understood our bond then." His hand at her hip ran behind her to the small of her back. "But now, we're more mature. We can put words to this." He leaned in so she could feel his breath on her, she could breathe in what he was breathing out. "I can't wait anymore." He whispered before he dropped his head down farther and she tilted her's up.
Ginny gasped as she felt like she was falling.
It was dark all around her and all she could hear was Hermione breathing evenly from the other side of the bed.
Of course it had been a dream.
It was always a wonderful dream or a wallflower present with him.
She rolled over once more so her back was facing Hermione and hugged her pillow to her front, pretending it was him.
And now for Harry's
Discord Challenge- In Half Blood Prince, Harry remarks that Ginny "kept cropping up in his dreams in ways that made him devoutly thankful that Ron could not perform Legilimency." Here is one of those dreams.
"How was it?" Ron asked from his bed when Harry entered the dorm room.
It looked like Ron had been there the whole evening just tossing a ball in the air. He sounded morose about it. Still upset that he wasn't a part of the Slug Club when Harry, Hermione and even Ginny had been inducted into the whole affair.
"Stuffy." Harry shrugged. "Food was decent enough." Was the short response he managed. Honestly he just wanted to climb into bed, pull the curtains closed and go over certain aspects of the evening.
Not the aspects that he should probably focus on, like how Slughorn had responded to his questions, but... Ginny.
He glanced over to Dean's bed and saw that his, and all the other beds were empty. He really hoped that where ever Dean was, he wasn't giving her a hard time. Or if he was, that she'd give him her last piece of mind before kicking him to the curb.
"Look mate, honestly, I'd trade places with you if I could. The food was good, the conversation was painful, and I hate dressing up like this." he gestured to his suit before pulling at his tie.
"Yeah." Ron sighed.
"I'm knackered. I'm just going to sleep." Harry told him before changing into his bedclothes and pulling his curtains closed.
It was such a relief to be laying there in the dark, away from the prying eyes of his friends and foes.
He certainly didn't need anyone asking him about the expressions on his face when he thought about his new favorite daydream. And night dream.
It was a big turn of events, him crushing on Ginny after she'd supposedly been crushing on him for so many years. And now she was unavailable, and uninterested.
Her face, and her flowery scent filled his thoughts constantly these past few weeks, and she was too busy snogging and fighting with her boyfriend to notice how much his gaze lingered on her.
Here in his bed though, he pulled up the most recent image of her face. She had been rather flush, and her eyes a little more puffy than usual. Hermione said she thought her and Dean had been fighting again, and he could see that she was trying to keep her emotions in check. She was so strong like that. And beautiful.
His eyes grew heavy as he pictured her sitting there at the table, only half listening to the conversations that were going around them.
The sound of his curtains being shifted open slightly woke him. It must have been hours later. He didn't have enough time to sit up, let alone pull on his glasses before he felt a body lay over top of his. Lips met his and he panicked and froze at the heat that radiated from this persons body and the wonderful pressure of their lips on his.
He inhaled through his nose in surprise, and it filled with the amazing smell of her.
Ginny.
Ginny was in his bed. Ginny was kissing him as though her life depended on it. His hand went to her hair and he responded to her kiss. She moaned and tugged at the blanket that lay between them.
She pulled back and shifted so she could get under it and pull it over the both of them.
It was still too dark to see anything, but he knew with out a doubt that it was her, and he certainly wasn't going to question or stop this.
His hand went back into her hair to pull her lips back to his when she was fully settled and he groaned at the sensation of her body pressed firmly up against his.
She licked his lip and he opened his mouth to her. She was leading, and it was entirely arousing. So much so that his body was responding, and he knew she could feel him against her leg.
Ginny didn't shy away from that though. She gave a small giggle against his mouth and her hand traced down his side to grasp him firmly in her hand.
"Ginny" He moaned at the sensation of her bare hand wrapped around his hard member.
She froze.
Her hand was still holding him, but she pulled back from his mouth and her other hand pulled back at the curtain slightly to allow some light into the four poster.
"Harry?" She asked quietly, and in shock.
Harry didn't know how to respond to her, except to blink at her in horror.
Had she thought she was climbing into Dean's bed? Had she done this before? With him?
He watched closely as her expression slowly turned from one of shock to one of a deep, satisfied pleasure before she dipped her head down and her mouth found his earlobe. "I thought it felt bigger." She murmured.
His eyes rolled back in his head when her hand started pumping him up and down.
"Your lips feel so much better than his too." She whispered and he set about showing her just how much better he could snog her than Dean.
With their lips entirely occupied his hands were all over her. Down her back, grabbing at her bum, trailing up her sides to her breasts. And she was humming in appreciation the whole way.
He rolled them over, carefully as she was still grasping him and moving her hand up and down. Breaking their kiss he moved his lips down to the little dip in her collar. He wanted so badly to mark her. It was some primitive male instinct that wanted to show to everyone that he'd laid claim to her. Harry sucked and licked and nipped, all the while she was arching her back and grinding her lower half against where she was touching him.
"Harry!" She moaned softly when he met her movements.
He was dizzy with arousal, and so close to cumming when she nipped at his ear.
It was that that awoke him.
He was alone in his bed.
He felt around desperately for her with one hand. His other was under his pajama bottoms, grasping himself firmly.
He didn't have the space in his emotional range for disappointment at that moment, he was entirely too horny for that.
Closing his eyes firmly he envisioned how the rest of his dream would have gone, with Ginny there taking care of him in her hand, in her mouth, in her.
He exploded at that.
Quickly he reached for his wand and cast a cleaning charm before laying back and staring at the ceiling with a sigh.
He knew it was too good to be true.