• 1-Ginny's Dream

Outtake to Chapter 3

Ginny is restless as she lays in her bed that night; she
can't get the image out of her mind of a sweating, shirtless Harry. She doesn't
think she'll ever be able to fall asleep.... Without realizing it, she drifts
off and it suddenly doesn't matter now because he's there before her.

Ginny again saw in her
mind’s eye saw Harry walking towards her, his eyes roving up and down her
figure, finally locking onto her own chocolate brown ones. She could see the sweat running down his
chest in rivulets. Stepping within arms distance, she traced the lines of his pecs, marveling at the feel. Harry lifted his right hand
and drew his palm across her cheek, bringing it around to cup the back of her
neck. She reveled in the feel of his hand against the silkiness of her hair. He
moved closer, pulling her to him as he wrapped his other arm around her waist.
His face loomed larger, her eyes riveted on his lips as they approached her
own. Her eyes closed.

She felt them touch
hers and she responded in kind. His fingers gripped tighter, bringing them even
closer. Ginny felt heat building deep inside her, and a hint of wetness
starting between her legs.

His lips moved
insistently against hers and Ginny felt his hand move down from her waist to
grip her buttock, giving it a good squeeze. Gasping, her lips parted slightly, she
gave him an opening, and he slid his
tongue inside.

When she felt this
invasion of her mouth, she let out a soft, muffloan oan and arched her back,
accidentally breaking the kiss. His mouth shifted to her throat, nibbling and
kissing down from beneath her right ear to the hollow of her throat while his
left hand rose and drifted up her side to cup her breast, his thumb gently and
slowly circling her nipple. She could feel it quickly hardening under the
stimulation, her only thos ths that she was glad to be braless, and that she
wanted to feel that hand between her legs.

Her moans becoming
louder, the furnace in her loins being stoked higher and higher, and the
wetness she felt growing quickly, her excitement rose higher than she’d ever
been before. She felt his hardness as he
rubbed his body against her and she nearly fainted from the wonderful
sensation.

She felt his hand leave
her neck and wondered what he would do now. Her question was quickly answered
as she felt it gently glide down to cup and play with her other breast for a
moment while his lips continued to dance against her neck, before continuing its
way down to her stomach. She thought he might stop there, but
she was wrong. He deftly slid his hand underneath her skirt to rest against her
moist knickers.

She gasped as his fingers touched her mound and then slid under her knickers.
His fingers started slowly stroking that nubbin of flesh, building the fire
higher and higher. She lifted her right leg up aga his his waist giving him
more access, and grinding against his hand. Harry’s hands came free and gripped
her buttocks lifting her upwards. 

Red-faced, she thought how good the dream had been. I hope nobody heard anything. That would be
so embarrassing, she thought. Giggling
to herself, Mmmm, I wonder if Harry is
like that for real, I definitely want to find out! I guess I’d better change and shower