Fic: What Dreams May Come (Harry/Ginny)
To: deena_s
From: ladytory

Title: What Dreams May Come
Author: ladytory
Gift For: deena_s
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Ginny
Summary: Harry hoped that being at Hogwarts over Christmas would be a relaxing break from chasing after Horcruxes.
Warnings: None
Author's notes: Deena I hope that you enjoy this fic and that you have a very Merry Christmas! I apologize for the blatant double entendre of the title. Thanks to my betas, who shall remain nameless for now.


What Dreams May Come

An hour ago, Harry had climbed the spiral staircase to his old bed in Gryffindor Tower in an attempt to be alone. They had come back to the castle over what would have been the Christmas holidays, if school had been in session. Instead of a few students, Ron, Hermione and Harry were met by several professors and some of the Order members who had families. It seemed that Hogwarts had become a safe house in a time of war.

It would have been nice to catch up with some of the others, exchange information, get some help with their research and just enjoy company that was not each other for awhile; if that was all there had been to do while they were there. Unfortunately, there was something else that had to be tended to while Harry was here— Ginny.

The Weasleys had been staying at Hogwarts since the attack on the Burrow on Halloween. If school had been open, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley probably would have stayed with friends; but they wanted to have Ginny in a safe place where they could keep an eye on her.

Harry understood Mrs. Weasley’s need to keep at least one of her children safe. He remembered all to well what that Boggart had shown her on the drawing room floor in Grimmauld Place. He understood, but it didn’t make it any easier to see Ginny sitting across a table from him, passing jacket potatoes and shepherd’s pie as if nothing had happened between them.

And so, Harry had shoveled down his pudding in time that nearly put Ron to shame, left the cheerful chatter of the Great Hall, and made his way to Gryffindor tower. With the muted clatter of the curtain rings sliding to close him off from the rest of the world, Harry suddenly felt as if he could breathe again. The pillow was soft and the house elves had already placed warming pans between the sheets. Harry almost didn’t want to fall asleep in this amazing bed; he wanted to stay awake just to take in all of the comforts of the place that he had called home for so long.

…

Harry woke with a start to the sound of the dormitory door opening.

“Ron?” Harry’s question was met with a tremulous half-giggle and a much more feminine voice than he had expected.

“No.”

“Ginny…” Her name escaped in a sigh that betrayed more emotion than Harry intended. A freckle-dusted hand parted the curtains and Harry sat up as Ginny gingerly settled on his bed.

“I just wanted to tell you…” her voice trailed off and she refused to meet his eyes. Harry tried to focus on the side of her face he could see, and not let his mind wander to all of the debauched positions and various states of undress in which he had imagined this very girl on this very bed. “I wanted you to know that… that I missed you.”

Harry swallowed. They were too close. He could feel the warmth of her on his legs through the duvet. It wasn’t as if he thought about her constantly. Harry was sure that a higher percentage of his waking hours were devoted to things like Horcruxes, Voldemort and his own premature (but possibly heroic) death. But dreams were different, and Harry dreamt of her often. Dreams where she did unspeakable things to him that had nothing to do with the Department of Mysteries.

Harry swallowed again as Ginny started to rise, and he realized that he had said nothing in response. He did the first thing he could. He grabbed her hand just before it disappeared between the curtains and pulled.

The force with which Harry pulled was more than he meant or needed to get Ginny to turn around. The end result was a tangle of limbs that seemed to be all knees and elbows jammed into faces and stomachs. It did not help matters much that Ginny was laughing hysterically while trying to maneuver her body into a more comfortable position. Harry had started to laugh as well, but stopped abruptly when Ginny’s knee narrowly missed his bits on her way over him.

The whole incident only took a few seconds and Harry and Ginny had soon come to rest laying next to each other on top the duvet.

“I missed you too,” Harry replied, as Ginny caught her breath.

“You could have just said so,” Ginny giggled, as she shifted to her side and tucked her head against Harry’s shoulder, “you didn’t have to drag me into bed with you.”

“Sorry.” Another man would have possibly taken that leading statement and tried to push the situation more to his favor. Harry’s mind, however, was occupied more by the fact that Ginny’s leg had easily hooked itself over one of his and now her warm thigh was resting against his, mere inches away from… well, if she shifted much more Ginny was going to have a much better idea of all the ways that Harry had missed her.

“It’s okay,” Ginny mumbled into his shirt, as her free arm circled him in a half hug.

It was then that Harry’s breath caught in his throat.

Her hand was on his chest— his bare chest. It had slipped, in a seemingly innocent manner, under the hem of his shirt and up over his skin until it had come to rest right above his now-pounding heart.

This was more difficult to ignore than even a warm leg had been.

Harry swallowed and tried to breathe again, hoping to calm himself. Hoping to will away the increasing pressure in his trousers.

It didn’t work.

His nostrils were filled with the flowery scent of her. It must have been in her hair, which was currently draped over his shoulder. He could feel her breath against his neck. Her mouth could not have been more than a few centimeters from his skin. He tightened his arm around her back, wishing it would help him get a grip. Wishing he could gain control over the wanton images that were flooding his mind.

Things got worse.

Harry’s hand came in contact with her bare skin. Her shirt had ridden up and exposed the soft curve of her side just above the waistband of her jeans. It was warm and soft and somehow completely foreign, other, beyond… unlike anything he had felt under his fingers before.

She made the slightest of sighs and it was all over.

It was as if his body was under an Imperius curse, acting of its own volition without any thought process involved. Just like recovering from a broom roll, suddenly Harry was on top of her. His mouth found hers, and his tongue immediately darted in to taste and explore. Ginny’s shirt raised up more as Harry’s whole hand slid up from her waist to her ribs.

Her nails skirted the back of Harry’s neck just before her fingers curled into his hair. Ginny pulled him closer, her mouth opening wider under his. He wanted to devour her, to lose himself, the world, the fear and the madness in this deliciousness that was her. Without even considering that Ginny might not approve, Harry's hand roughly pushed at the satiny fabric of her bra. The soft flesh nearly popped free as the elastic finally slipped up and Ginny's breast was finally in his hand. She hummed into his mouth as he began squeezing and kneading his fingers.

Suddenly, Ginny's hands were scrabbling against the skin of his back, pulling and stretching the fabric of his shirt. Harry got the picture and pushed himself up onto his knees. As he pulled the offending t-shirt over his head, Harry could feel Ginny’s squirming beneath him. By the time that he had released his glasses from the neck of his shirt and straightened them, he could see why.

There were breasts: pale, barely-freckled, rosy-nippled breasts. Ginny had removed her shirt as well. Harry did his best to move his gaze up to her eyes. She gave him a half-grin as she bit down on one side of her lip. Harry watched, nearly stunned, because he was finally able to see just how far down her neck Ginny’s blush traveled.

A literal growl rumbled in his throat and without even thinking to take off his glasses, Harry’s mouth was covering one hard nipple. The gasp that shuddered through Ginny sent a course of energy straight to his already-hard cock, and Harry ground his hips down. He licked and sucked at her breast like a starving man. Ginny’s hands fisted in his hair, sealing his mouth close against her as the frames of Harry’s glasses dug into his own cheeks from the pressure.

Harry moved across her chest to the other peak. His free hand reached up and cupped the breast his mouth had just abandoned. Allowing his thumb to circle slickly around and over, Harry mirrored the motions of his tongue on her other breast. Ginny wound her leg around his waist and pulled Harry’s body into the warm cradle of her thighs. She was grinding into his hard cock and the friction drove him mad.

Releasing Ginny’s breast, Harry groaned and slid up Ginny’s body. His teeth sank into the tender skin of her neck as he felt hard nipples pressed into his bare chest. A whimper escaped Ginny’s lips and with that sound something inside him snapped. He could hold back no longer, and as her nails dug into his back, Harry mind went blank except for the intense pleasure cause by the friction against his throbbing cock.

Ginny held him tight with her arms and legs as Harry let his instincts take over. Grunting into her ear, he rutted against her. Even through the layers of clothing the heat was intoxicating and the noises she made caused him to push harder and harder. Suddenly, the world went white and his eyes rolled up as he spilled himself; hot wet pulses soaking his shorts.

Shuddering, he felt his body go limp against Ginny’s now sweat-slicked skin. He didn’t care that he had just come all over himself and his pants, because Ginny had made him do it. For the first time, Ginny had made him come with her body against his in the flesh instead of just in his dreams. And he wanted her to feel this good. He wanted her to remember tonight just as he would: forever or what was left of it.

His nerves still vibrating with pleasure, Harry slid over to rest beside Ginny. She tilted her head and soon their lips were joined in a languorous kiss. His free hand found her breast and his thumb was soon brushing over and over her hard nipple. Ginny was groaning beneath him and Harry pulled back from her lips. He placed nibbling, open-mouthed kisses down her throat, relishing the noises that she made as he did. Allowing his mouth to linger on her soft freckled skin, he moved down her chest until he finally flicked his tongue against the rosy peak.

Ginny’s hand fisted again in his hair, pressing his face to her chest and Harry sucked and teased the flesh with his teeth. His fingers, splayed across her stomach, found the button of her trousers and tentatively tried to release it. Ginny seemed to feel what he was going for, because in seconds she had reached down to undone her button and zip. His fingers plunged into her knickers seeking out whatever beautiful mystery they held. He met the course hair of her sex and pressed through to find her opening.

He was slightly surprised and definitely aroused to find the wetness there, and he wanted desperately to feel what it was like to be inside of her. He was having trouble moving his hand and Ginny again took initiative, wriggling her hips and inching down her jeans and knickers. Suddenly his fingers were sliding into her. She gasped at the sensation as Harry felt her walls tighten against his two fingers.

His cock was waking up again while Ginny squirmed against his hand. Harry wasn’t exactly sure what he was supposed to be doing down there. Reluctantly, he released Ginny’s breast and turned his head.

“Ginny? I… uh… what do you…um… how should I…?” He didn’t know how to say it without sounding crass or mechanical. But she rescued him again.

“Here, Harry, please…” Her voice was deep, almost a groan of askance. She reached down and took his wrist. His fingers slid from where they were deep inside her and she guided him to a tiny nub between her folds.

His fingers slick with her juices, Harry rubbed over and around the nub as Ginny moved his hand beneath her own. The sounds that she made went straight to his cock which was now hard and again straining against his trousers. He did his best to concentrate on the task at hand thought, and if the volume of Ginny’s moans was any indication, he was doing a good job.

Soon enough she left him to it. Harry attempted to keep up the motions that she had shown him, tried not to be distracted by his own arousal and noticed that Ginny’s other hand had found his hair again. She was pulling his mouth back toward her breast. He took her guidance yet again and lowered his mouth, doing his best to focus on doing two things at once.

“Oh gods…” Her body shuddered beside him and her hips bucked up almost making Harry lose his place. He found the nub again quickly enough and set his fingers to it. “Oh Harry, faster… Merlin, please faster…”

Ginny’s voice was a high whine and Harry gave up trying to go one direction with his tongue and another with his fingers. He latched onto her nipple and just sucked as hard as he could while his fingers swirled round and round. Ginny sucked in a deep breath and tilted her hips up into his touch, forcing him to press harder against her.

In an instant that felt like an eternity, Ginny began to tremble and Harry increased the speed of his fingers again. Certainly she had to be getting close, he thought just before a gasp sounded above his ear. Her breath-holding silence was suddenly broken.

“Don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop…” Harry wouldn’t have stopped for anything in the world and he was soon rewarded for his dedication. “Oh gods, yes… yes… fuck…gods…yes…”

The last word arched up with her body into a scream and Harry finally allowed his fingers to slow to a stop. Ginny shuddered as he opened his mouth. He looked down, her nipple was almost purple; but the rest of her seemed to be flushed and glowing. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at him. Harry felt a dopey grin cross his face just before Ginny pulled him down and kissed him thoroughly.

His erection was again pressing into her now-naked thigh. Ginny almost growled when he came to rest against her. One of her hands slid over and found the bulge in his trousers. Harry groaned at her forwardness and her touch, but he nearly froze when her fingers began to work on the button of his trousers. He pulled away from her kiss and stared down at her.

“You want to, don’t you? I want to. I really, really want to.” Harry could do nothing but gape down at her and nod. She smiled. “Get your wand.”

Harry did as she asked and quickly cast a nonverbal cleansing charm on himself before handing his wand into her outstretched hand. Harry began to discard his clothing. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Ginny cast a spell on herself and then kick her jeans and knickers the rest of the way off. His trousers and boxers soon joined her clothing in a pile at the foot of his bed.

That is where my Christmas presents always were, Harry thought in a wildly random way before he turned his gaze back to Ginny. He let his eyes take in all of her body before he realized that she was doing the same thing to him. Harry felt the blush rising on his cheeks.

“Are you sure?” He didn’t want to take advantage. He wanted this more than anything else that he had ever known. More than peace, more than safety, more that revenge he wanted the woman in front of him.

“I’m sure, Harry. I promise.” Her eyes were serious, and he swallowed and moved over her body.

He was overwhelmed when he looked down. There was his hard cock just inches away from Ginny’s shining wetness. She was going to let him do this. She was asking him to do this. Harry leaned down and took himself in hand. He knew where he needed to be, but he didn’t want to hurt her by going to fast or being off target. He slid the head of his cock through her juices. She seemed to be even wetter than she was before. He allowed his hips to push forward slightly and then…

He was inside of her. She was so warm against him, so tight around him and yet so slick. He leaned forward more and sank deeper into Ginny. It was amazing. It was better than any dream or wank or anything. It was Ginny. And he had his eyes closed.

He snapped them back open and looked into her face. Her eyes were wide, but when she saw him looking at her she smiled.

“It’s okay Harry. It doesn’t hurt, it feels really… really… wow.” Ginny trailed off as Harry pulled back and then slid again into her warmth. Her eyes fluttered closed as she sighed. “Oh…”

Harry licked his lips and realized how hard he was breathing. Ginny’s hips rocked and he sank in further. It was as if a switch in him clicked on and his hips began to thrust. He couldn’t help it, but he wanted to see what it looked like. Harry dropped his head and saw his own cock sliding in and out of Ginny, saw his own cock wet with her, saw himself driving into that tight sweetness harder and harder.

“Oh Ginny… oh Ginny… ohh…” He was pounding into her now and he felt his release rising inside of him. Their skin slapped together as their bodies met over and over again. Ginny gasped with each stroke he made. Harry knew he was close. “Gods….”

Harry sighed loudly and he buried himself as far into Ginny as he could, allowing his body to let go. Something exploded in his brain and all he knew was his cock and the tight walls that surrounded it. Harry came, spurting rhythmic pulses of his own juices to mix with Ginny’s.

A shudder shook his whole body as he fell against Ginny’s shoulder. There was nothing in the world that mattered but her. She was everything and she was perfect. Ginny pulled him close to her, kissing his mouth with soft sweet lips. Harry shifted slightly and felt his softening cock slip out of her. She sighed against him and laced her fingers through his on her chest.

Ginny lightly kissed his face, while her fingers fought a loosing battle with his hair; smoothing it over and over again. She held him so close and a murmur of thanks was poised on his lips when he suddenly froze. Quick steps sounded in the hall just before the door to the dormitory burst open and a loud rapid voice broke the calm.

“Harry! I think we found a clue about the Ravenclaw Horcrux!” Very luckily for Harry, it was Hermione’s voice that filled the room. Without any warning, though, she flung back the curtain to Harry’s four-poster… and froze. “Oh!”

Hermione spun around almost instantly, putting her back to the blushing, nude couple. Harry pulled up on the edge of the duvet in an attempt to at least cover Ginny. But before he could manage that, she shoved him from her bare chest, regardless of the fact that they now had an audience. Without any apparent concern for her naked breasts, Ginny sat up in the bed. Her dark brown eyes were demanding an explanation and the tone of her voice was almost deadly when she spoke.

“Harry, what’s a Horcrux?”


~ The end