To The End of Days.

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This is set after the war. Harry, Ron and Hermione have returned to redo their 7th year at Hogwarts.

There they were, there in her bed. He had snuck in through the window on his broom. Now, entangled in each other's limbs, they were about to do it for the first time. The ginger stifled her moans into his mouth as he entered her, neither had ever felt like this before. They felt like nothing else mattered. It didn't, with Voldemort dead: they didn't have any worries. The boy with the dark hair was almost at the edge. He pushed harder against her waist as she moaned deeply.

...

But before he knew it, he was alone in his own bed. His erection pushing hard against his pyjamas. It was a dream.

"Fuck" He cried.

Across the room from him laid his friend, Ron, "Everything alright Harry?"

"Fine" Replied Harry glumly.

He knew the dream he had had was not good. In fact, it was bad. But he couldn't get it out of his brain. He thought of how she felt against him and how her red hair clung to him. But then he remembered that her older brother was laying not three feet away from him. He knew that if anyone ever knew what his mind had conjured up, he would never get away from it.

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The next day, he was sat in the Great Hall, he had purposefully moved himself away from those he knew. He didn't feel that he could be near them without a hint of his dream getting out. Even after he had woken, when he had fallen into a restless sleep he saw images of the youngest Weasley spread against his bedsheets or against a wall with her lips on his.

These images were jerked from his mind as a dreamy voice to the right of him called him back to his body, "Harry?"

He looked up and saw a small blond girl with her head tilted to one side. "Oh, hello Luna," He said, "You alright?"

"Yes, although I have a feeling that I'm being followed." She replied, "I think it's a Large Horned Yellow Laughcacker."

Fighting a laugh, asked, "What's that Luna?"

She looked horrified, "You mean you don't know? Daddy says that they show themselves once a year to the most noble of warriors. I thought that you must have met one?"

"I'm not a warrior, Luna. Noble or otherwise." He stands up and walks out of the hall without another word.

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Potions was no better. His brain kept creating situations with him and Ginny that caused him to grow too big for his trousers. It didn't help that she sat directly in front of him and kept moving her hair around as if she was trying to torment him. She, however, was none the wiser. She didn't know what she did to him by just being there and sitting in front of him.

He couldn't drag his eyes away from her. It was like he was under a spell. Under her spell. He didn't even notice when his cauldron had set alight and had started to produce a pink smoke. It took his friend Hermione to smack the back of his head with her heavy potions book to bring him back to his senses. With a flick of his wand he cleaned the mess and made a half-hearted excuse and left the class.

He ran from the castle and down to the Lake. He stared into it looking for answers, hoping to figure out this new feeling he was experiencing. He felt weak. Everyone in the Wizarding World looked up to him because he defeated Voldemort, but he felt as if he was the lowest of anyone. It was new to him. He had never felt this way about anyone. Not with Cho. Not back in his sixth year, when he was with Ginny but had to screw it up and leave her because it was the 'right' thing to do. He was very new to these feelings. But he knew he liked them.

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I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter of To The End of Days. I know I really enjoyed writing it. Please review. Thanks for reading!