Wish upon a star

Disclaimer: Sad truth to be told I´m not J. K. Rowling and therefore not the brilliant author that created the Harry Potter universe and everything it includes. Never was, never will be. But I DO own the rights to this plot except for the little poem I´m using which is an old nursery rhyme.

Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight…

It was the dark of the night when Harry could be found sitting on the edge of the Astronomy towers railing. Like on so many previous nights he was unable to catch some sleep. Contrary to public´s believe, he wasn´t suffering from nightmares. No not at all. The truth was actually far from it. But he couldn´t really blame them for their ignorance when the truth was something not even his 'closest friends' would ever think possible, now could he?

There was no way that 'Gryffindor's golden boy' could be feeling lonely when 'the love of his live' Ginny was practically glued to his arm every spare second.

There was no way that he could be frustrated because of said friends. Because of Hermione's "Know – it – all personality", her shrill voice, her bossy tone, the fact that she always tried to order him around and that she saw it within her rights to know where he spent EVERY BLOODY SECOND of his life.

It was becoming increasingly hard to hide the annoyed twitch of his left eye whenever he heard her shriek another "Where in Merlin's name have you been Harry? We´ve waited for you for twenty minutes already. Ginny said she couldn´t find you either!" As disruptive as before mentioned twitch was it became a habit he could live with considering that the alternative would be to strangulate the teachers pet and that just wouldn´t do at this moment in time.

Then there was Ron. Ronald Bilius Weasley. Brother to Ginerva "Ginny" Weasley and bane of his existence. But he had to give it to him, that while Ron was a jealous, impolite and ill – bred prick, he was the least of his problems.

There was just no way in heaven and beyond for these thoughts to be truly his. They knew him well enough to know that 'the saviour of the wizarding world' their precious 'boy – who – lived' would never think anything like that about his most trusted. About the people he confided everything in and would die for.

Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight…

He had to supress a cruel, cold and emotionless laugh. Those fools. They were on the best way to run right into their own doom. Again this high pitched cold laugh. *Wow, mother would be proud of me. She´s really rubbing of on me.*

Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight…

He still couldn´t believe the mans nerve. What the hell was he thinking? Oh yeah right Harry definitely knew what the other was thinking probably something along the line of

Hey wouldn´t it be amazing to send Harry some erotic dreams that will get him hot and bothered with no way to release himself while still being up in the boys dormitory.

Ok, Harrys still slightly rational side KNEW that this wasn´t what his lover had been thinking but it also KNEW that the truth wasn´t far from it. And so Harry received wet dream after wet dream. Night for night. It was infuriating. Infuriating but sweet all the same.

Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight, I wish I may I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.