Flowing red hair falls against the pillow
Gazing eyes meet as lips touch, tongues searching feverishly for one another
His hands slowly glide down her pale skin, caressing each tender curve
Her naked body writhes under his, moaning, breathing heavily
Lithe fingers tug at jet black hair, her lips moving to his neck
Slowly she whispers his name, followed by gentle whimpers of pleasure
Pressure builds and release is imminent
"Oi, Potter! Wake up or you'll be late to class!" James was jolted awake by Sirius Black's yell from across the dorm. He fumbled to put on his glasses as he rolled out of bed; the dorm was oddly quiet, and he was afraid he had already slept through breakfast. He quickly threw on his uniform and trudged into the real world; a world where Lily hated him, and would rather be caught kissing a Dementor than give him the time of day. He knew his fantasy would replay in his head throughout the day, his own mind tormenting him with the girl he loved but could never have.