(A/N): Okay, people. I am going to up the rating for this story to an R just to be safe. I don't want anyone complaining about this chapter as it turns out to be a little racy later on. If you are offended by graphic and/or suggestive language or are really too young to read it, please, use the back button. Many of the future chapters of this story are going to contain sexual content, so be forewarned.
I know this one has taken a while to come out, but I had a family emergency and just did not have time to write at all. I would like to extend a thank you to all of my reviewers, but especially John, silverleaf, Amerz, and Zaeria for reviewing my last chapter! Thank you! I love each and every one of my reviewers! You are all Great!!
Chapter 5 or The Girl of My Dreams
After hearing Ron bellowing her name, Hermione followed by Ginny had come racing out of their room to see what had him in such an excited state. When they had gotten to the doorway of his and Harry's room they stopped and cautiously peered through the doorway. Hermione put a hand up to her mouth when she saw a frustrated Ron trying to pull an embarrassed Harry away from a, by now, sobbing mirror.
"You just haven't been yourself lately, Harry! I was worried about you, so I came up to find you." Grunted a red faced Ron as he gave one more pull. Harry turned to look at his friend.
"Ron, you've upset the mirror!" Harry wailed. "She was only trying to help! Why did you have to go and upset her?" Hermione and Ginny giggled at the look on Ron's face.
"Harry!" Ron retorted. "That mirror is an inanimate object! How can you hurt an inanimate object's feeling?"
"Well, Ron. That inanimate object is my friend! And you have made my friend cry!" Interjected Harry.
"Your friend Harry? How could that mirror be your friend?" Ron was starting to turn an angry purplish color and Ginny decided to step in before her brother had heart failure.
"Harry?" She asked timidly. "What is this whole thing really about?" Harry looked down at the floor once more and reddened; while Hermione and Ron gaped in disbelief that shy little Ginny had been the first one to ask the question everyone had been dying to know the answer to.
When Harry saw Hermione and Ginny by the door he looked down at the floor in humiliation. He scuffed the toe of his shoe on the worn carpet and peeped up at his friends through his dark fringe of bangs. Awwwww, thought Hermione and Ginny at the same time.
"No one understands." Harry flatly stated. "Hermione tells me that everyone is lusting after me, jumps me, hands me a mirror and then disappears; Ginny hides in her room afraid to speak to me and all Ron wants to do is play Quidditch. I have no one to talk to and I don't know what to do." Everyone looked very ashamed at their friend's pronouncement.
Hermione stepped forward and hugged her friend. She was really ashamed of her behavior. She felt even worse when she thought back to all of the abuse that Harry had endured at the Dursley's. "I'm sorry, Harry. I was so embarrassed about kissing you, that I did not even think about how you must have been feeling."
"Yeah, me too, Harry." Piped in Ron. "Do you want to talk about anything right now?" Ron looked with embarrassment at his best friend and when Harry shook his head he tried once more. "You're sure? I mean…We're here for you, you know." Harry turned red again as Ron teased him.
"Uh, no. I'm sure Ron." Embarrassed, Harry looked around the room, desperately, searching for something to sidetrack his friends with. He spied his broom lying in the corner. "Anyone up for a game of Quidditch?" He asked hopefully, and to his great relief, Ron grinned, grabbed him by the arm and dragged him outside leaving a startled Ginny and disgruntled Hermione to follow along behind.
"Boys!" Huffed Hermione and rolled her eyes at a giggling Ginny.
Ever since Hermione had come out of hiding in the bedroom on that fateful day, Harry's relationship with his two best friends had gotten back on an even keel. Hermione and Ron had been more accommodating of Harry's moods and questions. Ginny had even started joining them when they went down to the field to practice Quidditch. She had confessed to Hermione that she had hid in her room out of mortification as to how she had totally disgraced herself in front of him on his first night at the Burrow.
September First came quickly to the Weasley household. Harry was the first one up and he hastily showered and donned a white t-shirt and some jeans and woke Ron up on his way out the door. He could here Mr. and Mrs. Weasley talking quietly and smiled in satisfaction as he made his way down to the kitchen. Soon after he entered the kitchen, Fred and George sauntered in yawning and stretching.
"Good morning." Harry said and smiled at the twins who looked back at him suspiciously. As did Hermione and Ron when they walked into the kitchen a few minutes later.
Hermione and Ron looked at each other and both said at the same time. "You're awfully happy this morning Harry. What's up?" Asked the bushy one looking at a fidgeting, but happy Harry.
"Who wouldn't be happy to go back to a place they loved?" Answered Harry mysteriously as he grabbed his things and prepared to step into the grate and flu to the Leaky Couldron. Molly had been worrying over how to get everyone to the station, when her husband had suggested that she have all the children flu to the hotel and catch the train from there. Smiling in relief, she had readily accepted this solution, so that is where everyone was headed on this first day of the new school year.
Flu landings were always very disconcerting for Harry as he never quite knew where he was going to end up. Thankfully, he looked up to see the Tom, the barkeeper, smiling at him from behind the bar of the Leaky Couldron. He dusted himself off and looked expectantly at the fire place just as a very sooty Hermione and Ron popped into view. Once Molly and the rest of the Weasleys showed up, they made their way out on to platform 9 ¾. Harry glanced nervously around the station, said a quick thank you and goodbye to Mrs. Weasley, and made his way to the train. He wanted to get on the train and settled into a compartment before anyone realized that it was him. Smiling in relief, Harry settled Hedwig and his trunk into the compartment, and waited for his friends to join him.
The train trip to Hogwarts was actually quite peaceful. Once Hermione, Ron and Ginny had made it onto the train and sat down, Hermione had reversed the glamour spell and they all laughed and joked about the whole incident. Harry glanced up from the game of Exploding Snap he and Ron had started shortly after the train had pulled away and noticed that they were already half way to Hogsmeade. He glanced over at Hermione who was reading a book and Ginny who was taking a nap, and thought how peculiar it was that they hadn't had a visit from Malfoy yet. Hermione looked up from her book when he voiced his question out loud.
"Oh, I thought you knew, Harry. I heard that Malfoy has been receiving hate owls ever since his trip into Diagon Alley." Stated a serenely smiling Hermione. "I would guess that the letters have something to do with his not visiting us." Harry goggled at Hermione.
"Hate mail?" he questioned. "You mean like the kind of mail you got back in fourth year when Rita Skeeter was writing about us?" Hermione pointedly ignored this comment and went back to reading her book while Harry grinned and looked back down at his cards just in time to see a plume of smoke come from the, now, exploding deck.
After Ron had Repairo'd the deck back to their original condition, the boys sat back in their seats and sighed. Without Malfoy coming to bother them, it had been quite a boring ride. The soothing, rocking motion of the train finally lulled Ron and Hermione into a light slumber and, soon, Harry followed them.
Harry turned his head as the door slowly opened and a girl entered the compartment. Her long, dark hair was tousled and wild, as if she had just rolled out of bed. Her cheeks were rosy and her bosom heaved within the tight confines of her blouse. She wore a Hogwart's skirt that had been taken up several inches higher than school regulation and when she moved to sit down, the edge of the skirt rode up her leg. Harry was having a hard time catching his breath and must have made some kind of noise because the vision looked up and gasped in surprise to see him there.
"Are you alright?" Harry solicitously asked the strange girl while still staring at the expanse of creamy white flesh that had been revealed when she had sat down. He was mesmerized and could not take his eyes off the vision that was sitting before him. Suddenly, a huge gust of wind hit the train which caused the compartment to violently rock and sway. The disturbance caused the girl to pitch forward, straight into Harry's hard, warm body and he shuddered in pleasure as he felt her curvaceous bottom press into his lap.
The girl leaned against him to steady herself and his body throbbed in eager, desperate response. His mystery girl drew in a deep breath and as her breasts heaved against his chest, his mouth went dry. Harry dazedly looked into the girl's deep, dark and wickedly intense eyes and found himself wanting her with an urgency that made his pulse pound. He wanted to peel away the constricting blouse and stroke the satiny skin beneath; to lick her nipples until they were ripe and swollen from his touch; to press her up against the compartment wall, peel off her panties and plunge himself as deep as he could go into her hot, supple body.
The girl pressed herself closer. "Kiss me." She breathed sexily. The soft smell of perfume and warm woman filled his senses as he leaned forward and touched her lips, softly, sweetly, with his. She parted her lips and slid her tongue in to his mouth to stroke and tease him just enough to get his blood pumping and make him want more. She shifted on his lap, and Harry groaned in pained pleasure.
"Harry?" An insistent voice intruded and at first he thought it was just part of his dream, but quickly awoke as Hermione nudged him in the ribs. "Harry, we've arrived." He looked up at a grinning Ron and a red faced Hermione and then glanced out the window to see the Hogsmeade station. Shaking off the dream, he yawned and stretched and slowly got to his feet to retrieve his trunk and Hedwig's cage. He stepped forward to leave the compartment, when Ron suddenly cleared his throat and looked down at the floor.
Red-faced, but still grinning, Ron looked back up at Harry and advised. "Harry, mate, I suggest that you rearrange your robes." Harry glanced down, blushed almost as red as Hermione, and fastened his robe around himself better. He walked, with as much dignity as possible, out of the compartment and into the bright midday sunshine. He had just spied Hagrid and was lifting his hand to wave when he stiffened in shock, for standing beside Hagrid was a dark haired girl. Wow, he thought shakily, that's the girl of my dreams!"
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