Disclaimer: I don't own H.P. and blah, blah, you know the drill.

A/N: I decided to fix this fic a bit (Yes, finally!) and I'm going to finish it. Yes, now, after three years.

"Today i lost her, once more when i woke up.

If i could only dream reality, and lived what was gone"

--- Alex Ubago (Spanish singer)

"Why are we here?"

"Don't speak." she brought her finger to his lips to quiet him "We shouldn't be heard." With a soft sigh, she produced an elegant wand from a pocket in her blue robes and muttered something while pointing it at the door, smiling as it clicked shut.

The empty walls of the room of requirement echoed with the ghostly sound of his voice. He liked the way the room looked right now. Fine tapestries of silk and silver adorned the walls and the carpet that covered the floor where he was sitting at, a fire merrily crackled in the chimney filling the room with warmth and the strong smell of flowers hung thickly in the midnight air. He smiled in drunken ecstasy and turned to the girl in front of him. As a matter of fact, he couldn't keep his eyes off the exquisite features of the woman that had led him into the room a few minutes ago. She looked so familiar; he just couldn't put his finger on it.

Her eyes were brown and slightly tinged with gold; her dark hair fell down her delicate face and past her shoulders. She smiled, and his heart skipped a beat, stomach twisting into a tight knot that made him stagger slightly. The warmth of her eyes as she stared at him with sadness, the way her proud face was now staring at him in pity; it all seemed too familiar to him as she reached out to touch his cheek.

"How do you feel, Harry?"

His pulse raced as she gently rubbed his cheek with her thumb in small circles. Deeply contained feelings inside him welled to a point where he felt like bursting as he reached out to delicately cover her hand with his own. He experienced something he had never felt before, a deep sense of longing-- unbridled desire that rushed through his body and lifted his blurry vision for a few seconds. He shook his head slightly, trying to remember where exactly he had met the beauty in front of him. A feeling, something he couldn't grasp, sped past him so fast it left him dazed again. It felt so real, so nice, and so…natural. Almost speechless, the past memories forgotten, he finally managed to ask.

"Excuse me, Miss, but who are you?" His voice came out as a hoarse whisper that he didn't recognize as his own. It was slurred, his body not used to the alcohol he had drank at the Gryffindor party.

"No one…" Her eyes glimmered in the firelight, she seemed flushed with emotion. "No one to you, My Lord."

Her voice, he recognized it now. His heart skipped another beat as he rubbed his eyes to get a better view. He stared at her porcelain face, clear eyes, and body erect in the full unblemished bloom of youth. His eyes widened, he had seen her before, many times before. He knew every inch of that face.

"C--" She cut his word with a brush of her lips against his. She was at his side, one hand on his cheek and the other on his knee. Every curve of her body, every taunt muscle, was brought out by the tight dress he had recognized as the one she had used for their first date at Hogsmade. She pressed herself against him and he felt a sudden rush of excitement.

"I know who I am, My Lord." She inclined her head.

"Ok. I'm dreaming. I'm drunk, and I'm dreaming of weird things. Before I wake up, tell me what's going on."

"Something…happened during that kiss we shared in this room two years ago, and now I can't forget you, and you won't be able to go on without me." She removed her hand from his face and kneeled in front of him. "I know you love Ginny, that's why I'm willing to sacrifice what I hold dear for you two."

"What?" He asked now, slightly confused.

"It wasn't supposed to happen between us, I don't know why it did but…you…we are now--" She looked uncertainly at him.

"Are what?" He asked again, this time more intently.

"Life mates." she finished with a grimace. He laughed at this harder than he ever had his entire life before stopping abruptly at the sight her hurt face.

"And what now?" He asked with a boorish grin that made frown.

"Well," She licked her lips, suddenly nervous of staring at those two green orbs that stared at her with mild interest. The room seemed unbearably cold even with the warmth that the fireplace. "I must…bear your child." She finished, closing her eyes abruptly. There was silence after this. She didn't dare to open her eyes, afraid of what she might find. Shamed and scared, she buried her face into her arms and knees, hoping that he wouldn't turn around and leave her for the second time that year.

An odd sound made him look up. Her chest was heaving, but he couldn't get a good look at her face from where he was sitting. She probably was crying, because she always cried. Dropping with his back on the floor he started to laugh, first with soft chuckles that sounded as empty as the room itself and then breaking into heavy guffaws that echoed all over, mocking and cutting across the silence like daggers. The girl, with much pain, realized that the sharp edge was directed not at her, but at himself.

"Please…don't…get up…please." She begged, crawling closer the boy.

"I need to go." He grunted once the air had returned to his lungs after a rather sharp slap of pain slashed at his chest.

"You can't!" he turned around to face her, his gaze uneasy. "Not until morning." She blinked past him, staring at the door.

"Fucking Firewhisky." He muttered under his breath as he stood up and brushed the nonexistent dirt off his robes. There was a pop, and a bed came into sight a few feet from him.

"This isn't a dream…just come with me." He was going to protest but she grabbed the end of his left sleeve and pulled him to the corner where the bed sat. They crossed the dark room and neared the candle-lit post. Once she was close enough she loosened her grip on him and wondered right in front of the mattress.

"And even if this was a dream…wouldn't you rather enjoy it?"

She reached out to him by raising her arm in welcome, standing in front of him as vivid as desire itself and slid her robes off, leaving her in just her dress. Her eyes where bright, calling him forth. No other light glinted in the darkness; no stars could be seen from the dusty window panels. It was only the night closing in like a blanket of snow upon them. Her delicate fingers grasped his chilled hands and placed them at her warm neck. Maybe…maybe this wasn't a dream after all.

"I--"

"No more." She cut him off with a seductive whisper that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. "We don't have much time…" Soft lips pressed against his and they fell into the crimson covers of the bed.

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