Okay, here I am, back with my third fanfic! I'm very excited about it, this is one that I started writing late one night about a year ago…and never continued on. I had completely forgotten about until I was looking through my notebooks, hoping for some inspiration for my OWKB story (please r/r it as well!), and I thought instead I'd just work on it some and get it published on here!

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the wonderful JKR, not me!

Chapter One

He had never felt quite so great in his life. He was engaged in a rather deep kiss at the moment. Lips merging, tongues gently touching, teeth clicking. He was so involved, he couldn't quite control what he was doing. He felt his hand run up her smooth back. Fumbling, he managed to unhook her bra. His hands started at her soft, flat stomach and slowly moved upward. He was almost there, an inch away—

Harry woke up, drenched in sweat, and rather sticky around his midriff. What had he been dreaming about? Well, he was quite sure what he had been dreaming about, but whom? He got up, pulled back the sheet to be washed, and quietly went to go shower.

When he returned, Ron was sitting up in his four-poster bed. "You're up early." He said to Harry.

"And you." Harry replied, hoping Ron didn't notice the missing sheet on Harry's bed.

"I would've slept longer," Ron began, "but my stomach was keeping me up. D'you want to go down to the Great Hall for breakfast?

"Of course." Harry responded, and they headed downstairs. "Should we get Hermione?" He asked when they reached the common room.

"Oh yeah, I'll go!" Ron started up the stairs to the girls' dormitory.

"Uh, Ron?"

"Oh, yeah, right! That won't work!" Ron laughed. "HERMIO—" Ron began to shout at the top of his lungs, but was interrupted by Harry.

"Shh! You trying to wake up China, too?"

"I don't know about China," said a voice at the top of the stairs, "but it was enough to wake me up." The boys looked to see Hermione, still in pajamas. Harry could swear he saw Ron go a bit pink at the sight. "Let me go put some clothes on. I'll be down in a minute. I'll get Ginny too."

Harry's heart jumped. "What's wrong with you?" Ron inquired. "You look like you just swallowed a frog."

"I don't know, I'm just hungry, I guess." He lied. What was going on? Could he have been dreaming about Ginny? No way, he thought, she's my best friend's little sister! But he wasn't entirely convinced.

Since the four friends had decided to stay the summer at Hogwarts, they had spent a lot of time together. They were the only Gryffindors there and they rarely saw the other three students that occupied the castle. Harry was certainly having his best summer yet, not having to go back to the Dursleys. Ron and Ginny didn't especially want to go home. Mrs. Weasley was still in hysterics over their older brother Percy who had become somewhat on an enemy to the family when he began working at the Ministry of Magic the previous year. Hermione stayed to keep them—or more specifically, Ginny—company. She was perfectly happy to do so, as long as she got plenty of use out of the school library.

Harry was positive it hadn't been Hermione he'd dreamed about. First of all, they were too good of friends for that. Secondly, Harry knew that even in the dream world, Hermione would never give in to him like that. She was clearly too enamored of Ron, though neither of them seemed to realize it. They were to busy bickering to notice. But Harry had known, ever since fourth year, when Ron got insanely jealous that Hermione was going to the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum. Harry didn't dare mention it, though. Ron would only deny it.

The foursome headed down to breakfast together. Ron, Ginny, and Hermione muttered to each other about how hungry they all were, but Harry walked in silence. He was deep in thought, trying to figure out if his subconscious knew more than he did about this Ginny situation.

"Are you all right?" Ginny broke the silence, causing Harry to jump. "You look like you just swallowed a frog." Harry could see that the insults ran the same through the Weasley family. He looked around and realized that Ron and Hermione had already gone in to breakfast. How long had he been standing there like a goon, staring off into space?

"I'm fine." He replied, finally. "I was just thinking."

"About what?" Ginny asked, her sparkling blue eyes wandering into his.

"Uh…Quidditch. Yeah."

All right, that's it for chapter one! Please read and review, guys! It truly inspires me to write more! And, I take constructive criticism very well, in fact, throw it at me as hard as you can. I'm on the newspaper staff at school and I'm rather used to it. Anything to help, please! And please be sure to read my other stories! Thanks guys!