Waking From a Dream
by Polydicta
Summary:
Harry wakes from a pleasant dream. Pure fluff.
Disclaimer:
All fiction is derivative and fan fiction doubly so. I make no claim to own any part of any of the following, all I have done is an attempt to put together the elements in a novel fashion, using words and ideas like Lego ™ bricks.
There is no money involved – all I do is to share what I do for my own amusement.
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Waking From a Dream
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Harry was dreaming. For once it was a sweet dream, a dream that he had occasionally been granted. He knew that this was a dream because she was there. She was in his arms, and sharing her sweet lips with him, her heart.
He dreamed that they had made their mutual declarations of love, and then the kiss. In his dream his heart melted. It always seemed so easy in a dream. They had snuggled and hugged, and kissed. There had been wandering hands and lust, and … satiation.
He dreamed of her brown hair and her bottomless chocolate eyes, her tiny hands and her gentle voice.
And then … to simply lay together and hold each other.
As he began to waken, he knew it was a dream. Only a dream. He felt sad that his best friend would never be more than simply a friend. His heart ached with yearning. He grieved for his unrequited love.
He felt something across his stomach. Warm.
And there was something nestled beside him. He felt hair, and sudden joy as he realised: She holding him in her sleep. He remembered.
Her sleepy voice spoke beside him, and his heart sang the dawn of a new age.