A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #2 Careers Advice - Task #3:Write about judging something/someone.

Writing Club January

Disney Challenge: "My dream wouldn't be complete... without you in it. I love you, [Name]."

Word Count: 630

"Everyone please open your dream journals," Professor Adler stated. James pulled out the tattered notebook he'd been using. "Partner up and analyze each others dreams."

Lily looked to Marlene, but she'd already partnered with Dorcas. Within seconds, Lily realized the only person in the room without a partner was, unsurprisingly, James Potter.

"Looks like we're partners, right Lily?"

"Fine, but nothing stupid, promise, Potter?" she asked, wondering how this could have happened. She had a feeling James had arranged this whole thing. It would not surprise her in the least.

"Should I go first?" James asked. He held up the battered journal. Lily wrinkled her nose.

"That thing looks like it's been in the lake, smells like it too," she commented.

"Yeah, the squid got a hold of it at one point, so I can go first?"

"Sure, why not. Go ahead," Lily muttered, wondering what James had used to bribe their classmates.

"I dreamed that I was flying in my underwear, and then I woke up, but I didn't really wake up, I only dreamed I woke up. Then I was fighting a giant troll," James said. Lily was jotting down notes trying to figure out if the dream meant anything. She doubted it. This whole dream interpretation thing was nothing but nonsense in her book. Dreams didn't mean anything, they were just fantasy and nonsense. At least the ones she'd written down were. There was no need to write about the dream she'd had about James naked in the Great Hall. No, she would be keeping that one to herself, thank you very much.

"And how how did it end?" she asked.

"It didn't, it wasn't a complete dream. My dream wouldn't be complete...without you in it. I love you, Lily! And you weren't in my dream at all."

"This is stupid. I don't love you, James. I don't even like you. I swear, you arranged for us to be partners so you could tell me this cockamamie dream, and then say you love me. I'm done, you can analyze your own dreams, Potter."

"Come on, Lily, I promise, no more confessions of undying love. I really do need to pass this class, besides, Professor Adler is watching us."

"Fine, but only because I want to pass too. Let's see," she said, grabbing the book about interpreting dreams. "The troll could represent a bully or something you feel is larger than yourself, a problem you can't solve alone."

"Like you never going out with me?" James asked. Lily glared at him. Of course, he'd turn anything she said into an excuse to ask her out. It was getting on her nerves. She was even dreaming of him pestering her... of course, the waking James would never randomly lose his clothing.

"No, like the fact you're probably failing your classes since you spend all of class time pestering me," Lily replied. "Flying could mean a lot of things, but in your case, it probably means you're spending way too much time playing Quidditch."

"No such thing! Fine, let's hear one of yours," James stated. Lily rolled her eyes.

"I dreamed that I stabbed you through the heart."

"It means you love me, see."

"How does stabbing mean love?" Lily asked. This whole thing was just stupid.

"It was through the heart!"

"And class is thankfully over," Lily announced, standing up and grabbing her bag. She shoved her dream journal in it and shook her head.

"Gryffindor is playing against Slytherin tomorrow, wanna come to the game and watch me play?" James asked.

"No, I've got to wash my hair," Lily replied, slipping into the hall wondering why the bloody hell she'd even dreamed about James in the first place. It wasn't like she actually liked him, or anything!