Harry fumbled in bed for his glasses. He reached over to his bedside table. That's strange, he thought. Harry didn't feel anything. He reached over an inch more, and fell out of bed. He reached up onto his bed to pull himself up. He heard Ron step out of the shower.

"Ron, where are my glasses? And where's the bedside table?"

"The bedside table is now on my side of the room. I can't have you turning off the alarm every time I set it. Your glasses are on it."

"Well, could you bring them to me?" Harry asked.

Harry felt Ron put the glasses into his hand. He put them on, and saw Ron pull robes onto his bed from his wardrobe and start changing into them.

"Is the shower free?"

"Yes, it is. You have a message." Ron said, polite as ever.

"From who?"

"From your tutor friend."

Harry read the note Ron had found slipped underneath the door earlier. It said, 'Harry, I'd like to reward you for your progress in tutoring. Meet me at the lake after your classes are over and finished. Love, Jaimie"

Harry got into the shower and washed himself, spraying water in every crevice of his body. He began to think of Jaimie, and one thing lead to another. He got out of the shower, toweled off, and slapped his razor clean. He used short strokes to avoid burn. "Nothing is so unattractive as to have razor burn on your face. Of course not," Harry told himself.

Harry daydreamed all through Divination, something he shouldn't have done. Though Professor Trelawney was not a true Seer, she still wasn't stupid, and made him do busy work. He rushed across the grounds to meet Jaimie, he saw her sitting on a log by the lake.

"Hey," he said, out of breath.

"Hello. How are things?"

"Fine. You?"

She eyed him up and down. "Looking good!" Jaimie laughed, smiling and winking at him. "Anyway, I said I wanted to reward you. I want to teach you the perception of image. It's very important to receive all the information I've been giving you."

"Okay. Where's your stuff, then?" he asked her, gazing around the grass.

"Not that kind of perception. I mean, perception as in touching. Touching things is very important in the steps to getting what you want, you know." she said, smiling, white teeth shown. "That's what I'm going to teach you. Come with me,"

She lead him into the forest, deep. He tripped on rocks and twigs, and occasionally he eyed a dead animal. Jaimie held his hand the entire way. They ran as fast as they could, and eventually arrived at a small enclosure, more like a box, if you picture. It was a little hut, and Harry stepped inside and sniffed around. Jaimie had lit candles. There were two armchairs in the end of the hut, both very large and squashy. He didn't notice it at the time, but there was also a blanket on the floor.

"So, this is how I get what I want." Harry said, slightly annoyed that he had ran all this way for a hut.

"Sit down," Jaimie offered, pointing to an arm chair. "I brought you here to ask you something. Did you ever think what it would be like if we were more than just friends?"

"Yeah, I have. What do you think?" He asked her, nervously.

"I think we'd be good together. Anyway, on with the lesson," she said, and she stood up and sat on the blanket, legs crossed. Harry joined her.

"I said I was going to teach you how to get what you wanted, and I am. And I also said that that'd be through touching, and it is. Close your eyes."

"What?" said Harry. He wasn't sure if he'd heard her right.

"Close your eyes. You won't need them." she said, moving closer to Harry. He agreed by closing his eyes.

"What do you want right now?" Jaimie said.

"I'm not sure." Harry claimed, nervously.

"Because I know what I want..do you want me, too?" Jaimie asked him. She didn't wait for an answer. She pushed him down onto the hard, wood floor and whispered in his ear. "I want you to touch what you want. Right now."

Harry's hand moved slowly to her chest.