Written for the "Harry's Dream" challenge on discord.

*** Ginny & Harry ***

Hovering high above the Quidditch pitch, Harry Potter scanned the Gryffindor stands in search of the Golden Snitch. The game was already in the third hour, and the tiny orb had been eluding him successfully so far.

He spotted the reflection of sunlight just moments before the crowd in the ranks below cried out. Pushing the nose of his broom downwards, Harry lay flat on his Firebolt and raced after the Snitch.

Harry's prey seemed to be aware that it had been discovered. In a desperate try to escape, it changed direction multiple times and suddenly went on a collision course with Harry.

Surprised by the odd behaviour, Harry reached out to catch the Snitch before it would hit his head. The loss of his glasses would be devastating. Just as Harry was about to close his hand around it, the Snitch dived. Harry took a sharp turn and followed the Snitch with his eyes as it looped around the goalposts and disappeared towards the Black Lake.

A quick glance confirmed that the other Seeker was still far behind. Harry leaned forward and chased after the Snitch. He gained speed and slowly caught up. The Snitch was clearly visible again ahead of him. Worried, Harry noticed that he'd left the Hogwarts grounds. But he couldn't stop now. The Snitch was so close. He could already see the fire-red mane of the Snitch flying on the broom in front of him.

Wait! A fire-red mane? That was not the Snitch.

Ginny Weasley was flying in front of him.

"Ginny!" Harry yelled, confused. "Ginny, wait!"

But Ginny didn't wait. She flew faster and faster and higher and higher - and swiftly disappeared in the clouds.

Harry suddenly felt cold. He could remember exactly. He could feel it. He had seen it himself. Behind the clouds, there were Dementors. He had to warn Ginny. He clung to the handle of his broom and followed her as fast as he could. As he plunged into the clouds, the clammy fog made him shiver. He couldn't see where he was anymore. The clouds obscured his view.

But he couldn't stop now. He had to find Ginny. She was in danger.

"Ginny!" Harry yelled. "Where are you?"

Afraid that the Dementors would hurt Ginny, he stretched flat over the broom to gain even the last bit of speed. Ginny couldn't be far away.

Suddenly he shot out of the clouds, the blue sky and the sunshine were blinding him. He jerked the handle of his broom up to stop. Worried, he looked around, and let out a sigh of relief when he saw her.

Ginny was sitting on her broom not far away and smiled at him. "Hello Harry, it's time you finally came, I've been waiting for you."

"You' been waiting for me?" Harry asked, surprised.

"I've been waiting for years for you to finally notice me," Ginny replied.

"I've noticed you for a long time, Ginny," Harry looked at her. "But you always had a boyfriend."

"I've been waiting for you for a lot longer," Ginny shook her head.

"But you've given up on me," Harry grimaced.

"I've never given up on you." Ginny smiled. "But it doesn't matter anymore, Harry. You're here now. That's all that matters. I'm yours if you want me."

Was it really true that Ginny still liked him?

"Ginny," Harry gasped as she put her arms around his neck and rested her forehead against his. He looked into her warm, brown eyes. His heart was pounding in his ears as Ginny tilted her head, closed her eyes and moved closer. He noticed the enchanting, flowery scent of her hair as he closed his eyes. Ginny's hot breath made him shiver as he felt her lips against his. He put a hand around her waist and pulled her closer. His other hand reached into her silken soft hair, and he pressed his lips against hers. As Ginny nibbled lightly on his lower lip, Harry opened his mouth willingly and offered Ginny's tongue entrance. The touch of her tongue caused a shiver running down his spine. Enjoying the dance of their tongues, he moaned into the kiss.

He felt like in heaven.

"Oi, mate." Ron's voice brought Harry back to reality. He turned and stared into the face of his friend, who was just pulling the tapestry open, the glaring daylight blinded him.

"What are you doing with my little sister?" Ron yelled.

Astonished, Harry noticed that he was standing in a passageway with Ginny. The place seemed strangely familiar to him.

Suddenly, the head of Dean Thomas popped up behind Ron's back. The moment he saw Ginny, his face turned into an outraged grimace.

Harry couldn't suppress a smug grin as he looked into the eyes of his roommate.

"It's none of your business," hissed Ginny. "Get a life, Ron." She reached for Harry's hand and pulled him deeper into the passage. "Come on, Harry, let's look for a place my idiot brother doesn't bother us."

With each step they took further down the hall, it got darker until Harry couldn't see Ginny anymore.

"Ginny!" he called. "Ginny, are you still there?"

"Of course, Harry, you just have to open your eyes to see me," Ginny whispered in his ear.

Slowly, Harry opened his eyes. Where was he?

Harry checked his glasses and found them on his nose. He looked about and was surprised that he was lying in his bed at Hogwarts. The curtains of his bed were ajar and let in some light.

He felt a hand gently stroking his cheek. Slowly he turned and looked into Ginny's eyes. With her tangled hair spread across his bare chest and pillow, she looked adorable.

"Ginny." He croaked.

"Hello Harry, are you finally awake?" She leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips. The kiss got deeper. Ginny turned until she lay on top of him.

Harry suddenly noticed her silken bare skin against his body. They were obviously both naked. His eyes widened as he noticed the reaction of a particular body part.

Ginny giggled, she had obviously noticed it too.

"You're a bad boy," she whispered in a hoarse voice. "Let me take care of it."

She started kissing his jaw and gently sucked his earlobe. Harry gasped for air as he felt Ginny's tongue and her warm breath in his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

"Do you like it?" Ginny asked, trailing a path of kisses down his neck.

"Ginny, you're killing me." Breathing heavily, Harry leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

He gently stroked Ginny's hair while she slowly kissed her way south.

Would she really do what he thought...

"Ginny," Harry groaned as her head disappeared under the blanket and her hands fumbled at the hem of his boxers.

"Let's see what you have there," she chuckled, slowly pulling his boxers down.

"Ginny," moaned Harry as he felt her hot breath and her hand touch him - down there.

Harry stopped breathing.

She would really do it.

"Harry, mate!" Someone shook his arm. Startled, Harry sat up, his wand pointing at the person in front of him.

"Harry, you overslept. What's the matter with you?" Ron asked him with a concerned look. "Did you have a nightmare? You're muttering to yourself all the time."

Relieved that he hadn't called Ginny's name, and extremely grateful that Ron had never learned Legilimency, Harry closed his eyes, took a deep breath and murmured, "Yeah, it was just a nightmare."