FULL SUMMARY: Dream after dream, Harry Potter sees a girl that just give him butterflies in his stomach; he is thoroughly convinces that this girl does to Hogwarts with him. His only problem with her? Every time he comes close to seeing the face of this girl, he wakes up from his dreams. So when he tells his best gal pal Elaine Port, she laughs and tries to convince Harry that maybe his so-called "dream girl" really is just in his dreams. Is Elaine right? Or is Harry's dream girl a reality?

DISCLAIMER: Though I find this completely unnecessary, I feel somewhat obligated to state that the Harry Potter franchise does not belong to me. Also, as you read the story, keep in mind that this is simply a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of their rightful owner's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

STORY DEDICATION: To swiftscout – the girl who used to mock my obsession for Harry Potter until she read the books cover to cover – this one's for you.

Chapter Ten – Harry's Dream Girl

Elaine shut her eyes and shook her head as she stood her ground; so Harry was talking about Ginny, not her?

"Well, I thought you meant-."

Elaine stopped herself before finishing her statement. She knew she could not tell Harry what she thought without risking the admittance of her true feelings for him.

"Nothing, Harry. I must've been daydreaming while you were talking…"

Harry eyed Elaine curiously. "All right then…"

"So… Ginny Weasley," Elaine blurted out casually, "Ron's little sister… she's the girl of your dreams?"

Harry nodded excitedly. "It all makes perfect sense though, Elaine!"

Elaine watched Harry's eyes light up at the mention of Ginny. Maybe he really was in love with her. Maybe she really was the girl of Harry's dreams. So who was Elaine to come between that? Harry James Potter, the Boy Who Lived and (more importantly) her best friend, deserved more than just happiness; he deserved a chance at love.

"How exactly do it make any sense?" Elaine wondered, trying to control her emotions.

Harry shrugged, sensing Elaine's slight anger. He thought about what he had done this time that was making her so furious. "My dreams. They stopped reoccurring the night Ginny and I got together."

"I don't see how that makes sense-."

"And last night, my first night away from her," Harry went on, "my dreams started happening again."

Elaine stood in shock at Harry's explanation; it seemed legitimate, but she refused to believe that Ginny Weasley was Harry Potter's dream girl. Elaine was never wrong – or so she liked to have everyone believe – and she knew in her heart that Harry was wrong about Ginny, but how was Elaine supposed to tell him that without losing him?

"I wanted to tell you the moment I found out," Harry said, "which is why I rushed to the Common Room after I got dressed. But I saw that you were with your friends and that you were knitting and I know that pulling you away from either is dangerous."

Elaine sighed, trying not to let Harry's explanation get to her mind. How could Ginny Weasley, Ron's irritatingly perfect baby sister be the girl of Harry's dreams?

"Harry, it's not that I don't believe you. It's just-."

"Oh, not this again!" Harry groaned. "Elaine, you were against it the last time because you thought I was a psychopath. Why are you against it now? I've proven to you that Ginny is the one and, as you and I can see, the one is real. Elaine, please…"

Elaine shook her head. "I just don't know, Harry…"

Harry ran a hand through his hair before looking at Elaine again. "Please," he begged, "I'm asking you to believe in the dream girl… for me."

"Harry, it's not that I don't believe in her…" she whispered. "I just don't believe it's her."

Harry did not catch a single word Elaine said because she had said it so quietly. "What?' he wondered.

Elaine shut her eyes; she was certainly not going to confess to anything, now or ever. Especially not to Harry, not after he confessed to her about Ginny.

"It's nothing," she sighed. "I was just saying to go write that letter to Ginny now."

Author's Note: This chapter of the story was rewritten and republished on November 8, 2013.

So I know I said I would work on the story once I got to my boyfriend's apartment, but I didn't. I actually had to finish my midterm online before midnight. That, sadly, took until nearly midnight. After my midterm, I apparently knocked out on the couch while my boyfriend and I were studying together. So… yeah, I'm sorry, guys.

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter of the story. I'm off to rewrite the next chapter, since I'm not leaving for home until like six o'clock, which is like seven hours away from now. Thanks for reading this update. Remember to review! And feel free to check out any of the other stories I have out.

- May