YES! a chapter that is over 1,000 words even before I put the authors note. Aren't you proud of me? :D

James and Addie fluff! AHHHHHHHHHHH! I'm excited. So excited that I'm wriggling right now, and giggling like a right fool. Also, there is the small, insignificant fact that this is going to be my longest story so far!

AHHHH!

REad on...

That night, I had a dream.

A dream, that was awkward, and opened new feelings.

So, lets say, that I'm chatting with a person that I can't exactly see his face. I know it's a boy, and I have a feeling-somehow-that he's ultimately sexy. I'm crying my guts out and he says something that makes me realize that he is so much better than Toby, and I kiss him and we're snogging and his hood falls off. And I see a pair of very familiar hazel eyes and a very familiar face.

It's James.

Holy crapola.

James Sirius Potter. In my dream, I was snogging James Sirius Potter.

So, when I woke up, Lexi knew that something was wrong. After all, what are best friends for? She brushed my hair and gave me my school uniform. And when I came out, she ushered me to the hall without asking a single thing. I ate my breakfast in silence, trying to sort out my feelings. I mean, he was my best friend.

But that was honestly the best dream/snog that I've ever had. And I've had some with all my crushes, and although they were pretty great, this was the best damn one.

And then stupid James came.

Damn damn damn.

"What's wrong, Addie?" he asked innocently. Of course he asked innocently-he didn't know what happened.

"Nothing," I snapped. "Go away, James."

"Whoa," he said. "Something's wrong, then."

"Just go away, James!" I said angrily. And to my surprise, he did just that after looking at Lisle with a panicked expression. Huh. Interesting.

"Does it have to do with James?" Lisle asked once he had walked away.

I shook my head, lying.

"Are you sure?" Lisle asked again.

"I'm sure!" I said.

"Okay," she said, and dropped the subject.

Yeesh.

Later that day, I walked to the old tree near the lake and sat down heavily. I grabbed a sheet of spare parchment and a quill and idly started doodling. I had just chopped of James' head and was starting to chop it into halves and then quarters when soft footsteps started approaching me.

"For Pete's sake, Lisle, Lexi, James or Roxanne, whichever one you are-heck, even if you are Finnus, I'm fine. Now shove off!"

"I'm not any of them," Catrin's soft voice said.

I froze. "No, of course you're not," I said. "Sorry."

"I noticed your bad mood this morning. Did it have to do with...what we discussed last night?" she asked.

"No, of course not," I sad reassuringly. "I actually haven't really thought about it at all today. I'm just a mite frumpy about the dream."

"Would you like to tell me about it?" Catrin asked, and then flushed. "I mean, we're not close or anything, but the few people that I'm actually acquaintances with say that I'm a really good listener. Basically, they hang out with me to talk about their troubles."

"Ah," I said. "Well, I would love to, but first I have to cast a charm."

I didn't notice when Catrin stiffened when I pulled out my wand and cast the Muffliato charm. "There. Now no one can hear us."

"So," Catrin said and sat down opposing me. "What's wrong?"

I took a deep breath. Never mind that I didn't tell my friends. They didn't know about ol' Voldy being my grandfather, and if this girl knew since fourth year (because that was one of the only times when I had actually told myself that Voldemort was my grandfather) then I guess she could be trusted with something like this. "I had a dream last night."

Her light eyes regarded me curiously, but she didn't say a thing.

"I had a dream, that I was snogging someone."

Something sparked in her eyes. Amusement.

"I had a dream, specifically, that I was snogging James."

Her mouth fell open.

"I know. Odd, snogging your best friend. And normally, that wouldn't bother me, because I've had dreams about snogging people before. But this time, there was such a strong feeling of-of-something that I just have the lingering feeling..."

"Love?" she asked.

I stared at her. "I don't know...I've never felt love before."

"Love? When you look at your mother and father?" she offered.

I smiled wanly. "My mother and father are dead. I live with my great-aunt."

"I live with my father," Catrin offered. "I love him."

"I don't know if I love my great aunt. It's more like affection. Strong affection."

"Then you love your great aunt," she said simply.

"Well, I feel a rush of strong affection to my friends," I said. "That doesn't mean that I love them."

"But you do," Catrin said. "In a platonic way, of course...except for James."

I stared at her, and smiled. That was the first time I've ever seen her crack a joke, and although it wasn't very funny, it still made me smile. "You have strange insights," I said, still smiling. "But I like you."

Her eyes teared up.

Oh dear.

"Catrin-I'm sorry?"

"No, no, it's alright," she said. "I've never had someone tell me that before, though."

"Who do you eat with at lunch?" I asked.

She shrugged. "A book."
"Eat with us," I said.

"It's alright," she said softly. "On with your dream?"

Catrin was a really good listener. She listened, smiled, and frowned at all the appropriate times, and only stopped me because it was nearly curfew. So we went up to the common room and somehow, she disappeared into the shadows, and I went to sit with Roxanne, who was reading by the fire. A muggle book, I realized, the one from my shelf.

"Feeling better?" Roxanne asked.

I smiled. "Yeah," I said. "Loads better."

AHHHHHH! Addie had a snogging dream with James! So this fanfic is going to be centered pretty much on dreams, so...yeah...

I am sorry to say, but right now I am begging for reviews. Like, on my knees, hands clasped together looking up at you fearsome reviewers with a puppy-dog look on my face...oh dear, I look like a pug when I do that...

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