Chapter One: Sweet Dreams

It was a long, dark hallway with candles lit to show the way. Footsteps could be heard. A pale, smooth hand which belonged to a turned the creaky doorknob. Its owner was great and elegant lady with deep auburn hair and eyes the color of green apples. Upon opening it, she entered the room unnoticed by a man who sat at his desk, scribbling furiously. Books and parchment were strewn across it. His brow was furrowed and steeped in worry, though sweat was only slight on his prominent face. After a few minutes, the man lifted his head in acknowledgement of the other's presence. She walked purposefully towards him. He beckoned her to sit upon his lap. Once there, she lightly combed his dark, wavy hair with her fingers. A small smile crept upon his features as he drew her closer to him.

"You have laboured much too hard, my lord. Is it not yet time for rest?"

"No, my lady." He took her right hand and brought it to his lips and kissed it. "You," he said as he lifted her up into his arms,"are my rest."

He carried her to the side of the bed. His hands rested on her shoulders as his lips gently pressed onto hers. His tongue requested entry and she gave it. With reluctance, they broke apart, gasping for air. He looked at her adoringly. His eyes, once full of concern, were now consumed by lust. The lady smirked and was disrobed as was he in the following seconds. Again, his eyes raked over her body before his lips whispered in her ears, "Perfect."

The lord layed his beloved on the bed as he kneeled above her. He thumbed her nipples and softly placed kisses on each. Lips touched lips. He kissed down to her abdomen and also to her inner thighs. He then reached for her deepest core with his tongue and tasted it. Her mews alerted him to his senses. He devoured her until she overflowed with her orgasm. The lover reached to kiss his darling. She could tast herself upon his lips and was neither repulsed nor disgusted. Instead, she was endeared to him because of it. Her romancer positioned himself between her legs and entered her depths. The lady arched into him in momentary pain, for she had been a virgin. Soon, the pain became pleasure as he soothed her. Urged on by her moans, he quickened his pace. Suddenly, both cried out as they peaked in their ectasies. The lord spoke an ancient and powerful spell quietly ( I am not an expert in Latin, so it'll be in English).

"My heart is yours to hold,

My mind is yours to know,

And my soul to join with yours."

He looked at her pleadingly. "Please, repeat it with me." In response, she waid those words as he repeated them with her. A whilte light engulfed the two. "I'll come for you." He said as she felt she was being ripped from him.

Lily awoke with a start. It was her seventh and final year at Hogwarts. She was Head Girl, but unfortunately, Potter was Head Boy. That loathesome prat! I bet he beat out Remus just to spite me! What a toerag!

James had been chasing her since 5th year. Ever week he would barrae her with love ballads, ridiculous declarations of love, and proposals. Of course, she refused. She was not interested in a needy admirer. Her dreams had proven that. Lily had no idea when her dreams had started. She had dreamt them for as long as she could remember. It was not sexual at the beginning. In fact, when she was a child, he would play with her. He informed her of many things and also taught her as well. He was the man of her dreams, literally. Any other boy that might have been attractive were pushed out of the race because of him. No one could compare. Sometimes, she thought she was being unreasonable. The fact that what he told and taught her had worked when she was awake made her believe in his existence. Even if he wasn't real, her lover would not be immature or lacking. Instead, he would be strong like Murcury, tender as Eros, and fun like Tom. It was the partnership of love, intelligence, and spirit which no one else could give her.

Your Song by Elton John

It's a little bit funny / this feeling inside/ I'm not one of those who can easily hide/ I don't have much money but boy if I did / I'd buy a big house where we both could live/ If I was a sculptor/ but then again, no/ Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show/ I know it's not much but it's the/ best I can do/ My gift is my song and this one's for you/ And you can/ tell everybody this is your song/ It may be quite simple but now that it's done/ I hope you don't mind/ I hope you don't mind that I put down in words/ How wonderful life is while you're in the world/ I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss/ Well a few of the verses / well they've got me quite cross/ But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song/ It's for people like you that keep it turned on/ So excuse me forgetting but these things I do/ You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue/ Anyway/ the thing is/ what I really mean/ Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen