Hey Pepz,

Here comes another chapter with

hot and steamy make out scenes. SO

for those of u who have weak

constitutions or just dun like 16 year olds

getting some, skip this chapter and wait for

tomorrow's addition

Thanks-

Management

Hermione popped open her eyes with a gasp and quickly searched the room, half expecting to see everyone staring at her in shock. She sat up slowly, barely realizing that everyone in her dormitory was still fast asleep and not awake gawking at her. Sighing, she pushed back loose strands of her hair and laid back down. She had never had such an intense and vivid dream. She could've sworn it was real up until the moment she awoke. With a nervous laugh ,Hermione closed her eyes once more and couldn't help but blush furiously. She was more than grateful that the dream would stay in her mind only and that Harry would never know what she had seen....She'd die of embarrassment if he ever found out. She'd just die.

//------------

"You know though, it only goes so far. Eventually, you're going to HAVE to start proving you can do the job."

Draco snorted at Harry, tossing his broom over his shoulder. They were in the middle of giving Ginny Weasley flying lessons that late Tuesday afternoon, talking more than teaching.

"Do you mind? I'm in the bloody sky and can fall off at ANY moment, and all you two can do is blab," Ginny called down from her perch on Harry's broomstick.

"Oh, for Pete's sake, you're only three feet off the ground. How hard can you fall from three feet?" Draco retorted, looking up at her.

Ginny ruffled indignantly, scowling down at him.

Harry laughed a little and looked up at her as well," But honestly, Ginny. You can't get hurt as long as you stay near us. Draco's got his broom, so he can catch you if you DO fall."

"I'll WHAT?" Draco remarked, looking sharply at Harry.

"Well, she DOES have my broom, Malfoy. What do you expect me to do? Levitate myself up and save her?" Harry said, getting rather annoyed.

"Why not?"

Harry shook his head at him and looked back to Ginny," Keep at it Gin. Now, I want you to lean forward slightly, going straight ahead, and then start leaning from side to side."

Ginny nodded obediently and did as Harry instructed. It was supposed to look like zigzags, but Ginny accomplished odd looking lines going back and forth. To watch her slow progress was excruciating.

"Bloody 'ell...Can't you go up there with her so we can hurry this along? We've missed half of dinner already," Draco complained.

Harry sighed and called up to her," Hey, Ginny. Come back down."

Ginny more than willingly swooped down to them, toppling off her broom as she landed. Harry helped her to her feet as Draco sniggered. Harry shushed him and mounted his Firebolt.

"Now, I want you to sit here," He said ,indicating the spot infront of him.

Ginny went pale, "W-what? You're...You're flying with me?"

"Yeah. There's not much I can do from the ground and maybe me up here with you will get you more comfortable with speed."

"Or else we're stuck here till next winter," Draco commented under his breath.

Ginny nervously came forward, climbing on the broom infront of Harry. She tensed up as his hands came across her hips.

"Now, kick off the ground hard," Harry said in her ear, making shivers run down her spine.

Ginny bit her lip and kicked, the Firebolt shooting like a bullet from the grass. Harry quickly grasped her tightly around the waist until she got control of the broom again. He sighed and leaned forward, pressing his front fully against her back. Ginny knew she was red all over.

"OK, now, I want you to do what I told you earlier. But go faster this time."

Ginny nodded and attempted the maneuver. She knew she was doing horribly because none of her attention was on flying. It was somewhere around her back where Harry's warmth was burning into her skin and on her neck where his breath was softly puffing. But mostly it was on her stomach where Harry was holding on tightly.

"No no no. Ginny, you're not even trying. Here, let me help you."

Ginny seized up as Harry reached forward even more and laid his hands ontop of hers," Now, you make movements like this....yeah..Thats it...Feel it? Good. That's how its supposed to feel. Nothing overdone or stressed, just smooth, easy guiding. The Firebolt doesn't require extraneous effort to fly it."

Down below, Draco couldn't help his subtle snigger.There was just too much innuendo in Harry's words not to say anything. "Thats the ticket Potter, you show Weasley JUST how to handle your broom."

Harry scowled but Ginny didn't seem phased. She could feel herself grinning like a stupid little school girl. She had told herself over and over that she was over Harry, but she kept coming back to him. She couldn't help herself. He was just too perfect a guy to move on from.

"Ok, great, now...lets try something else."

The rest of the lesson went on like this, Harry instructing, Ginny smiling, Draco yawning. Soon enough they were heading back to the school, picturing all the food they were going to eat.

When they reached the Great Hall, it was all but empty. It just dawned on them that they had missed dinner all together.

"Uh god, I'm going to die," Draco groaned, leaning back against the wall.

Ginny frowned, looking absolutely guilty," I'm so sorry you guys..."

"Well, you should be," Draco said sharply.

"Oh hush, we can just go down to the kitchens. I'm sure Dobby will be more than happy to whip us up something," Harry replied, already walking into the hall.

//------------

Hours later, Harry and Ginny climbed through the portrait hole and crossed the common room, laughing heartily. Hermione looked up from her book and felt a brief surge of jealousy. It quickly vanished, to be replaced by flaming embarrassment.

"Hey Hermione," Harry said grinning, sitting down in the chair besides her.

"Uhhh..." Hermione said, her mind completely blanking out. Her eyes couldn't help but flutter down to his lap, and a burning blush followed. She ripped her gaze away from their focus and hastily got to her feet, mumbling," Uh, I'm tired..goodnight."

Harry frowned as she whisked herself to the girls' dormitories. "What was that all about?"

Ginny, taking Hermione's seat , shrugged and plucked a chocolate frog from a pile infront of her. She handed Harry one and they ate in silence.

Hermione's queer behavior lasted the remainder of that week. She always veered off course when they were heading towards eachother and she never met his eyes anymore. Seemed the only people she talked to was Ron and occasionally Draco. Harry was positive he wasn't about to go to Ron to ask what's wrong with Hermione, so that left only one option.

//------------

"What's wrong with her? Oh, how many ways I could answer that..." Draco replied looking up dreamily.

Harry narrowed his eyes at him, tossing the wolfsbane into their cauldron," You know what I mean."

Draco sighed and slid his pile of roots into the brew after Harry stirred briskly," Fine. Well, I'm not sure I'm the person to tell you...All I have to say is, you're taking Legilimency lessons, use 'em."

Harry frowned and rolled this over in his mind. Use his knowledge of Legilimency? Professor Snape HAD taught him how to break into minds with Legilimency. But could he really use it on Hermione? Wasn't that sort of violating?

"Potter! Watch it!"

Harry snapped back into reality just in time to leap back with Draco as their cauldron spewed bright blue smoke and bubbled onto the table and floor. The potion chewed right through the table and scorched the stone floor. Needless to say, Snape wasn't exactly too keen on giving them full points for the day.

//------------

Harry licked his lips and slowly crept out of bed that very night. He held his breath as he lifted the lid of his trunk and pulled out his Dad's silvery invisibility cloak. Waiting until he heard the snoring of his roommates continue, Harry slipped the cloak over himself and plucked his wand from his robes. Carefully, he made his way out of the room and down the stairs. Getting up the girls' stairs was going to be tricky. He remembered last time he and Ron tried to climb them. They flattened themselves suddenly, causing Ron and himself to tumble back down. He could still recall just how sore his bum had been later that day.

Reaching the bottom of the girl's stairs, he tucked his wand into the waistband of his pajama pants and made sure the cloak was on securely. With a mighty hop, Harry hoisted himself onto the banister of the staircase. Slowly and carefully, Harry crept along it, making sure his hands were gripping the tapestries running along the narrow stairwell tightly. What felt like an eternity later, he leapt down from the banister and entered the sixth year girls' dormitories. Harry silently opened each door, peering inside to scan over each snoring, snorting or grumbling lump in the beds. Four rooms later, he spotted the particular lump that drove him to this mission. Harry slipped inside the room and quietly closed the door behind him. Cautiously, he tip-toed towards the nearest four-poster bed with the curtains partly drawn. He slowly pulled a section of the curtains back and knelt down besides the sleeping Hermione.

He couldn't help but smile. Her slick hair was tied back in a braid, and her face was just as proud and beautiful as ever. He almost regretted doing this, but his curiosity and just the pure paranoia of what she was hiding gave him the extra confidence in his decision.

Harry pulled his wand from his waistband and softly cleared his throat. Poking the tip of his wand out from under the cloak, he mumbled as loudly as he dared," Legilimens "

A rush of blackness bombarded his vision. Snippets of random images suddenly burst forward.

A doll; an extremely bushy-haired girl in the frilliest pink dress ever imagined; two very proud looking adults; a letter; brown eyes and flaming red hair; green eyes and jet black hair. Harry frowned, he knew none of this could be what she was hiding. So, he gained control and started to probe her mind, letting each memory rush past his senses. He struggled to coherently make out each one as they flew by, only giving him half a second to get a sense of what it was. But no sooner had he began to think it was hopeless when he caught a quick jerk of shame and embarrassment. He forced his way back towards those feelings and let the memory unfold into his own mind.

He was standing in a room, a room he'd never seen before. It was rather frilly, flowers and pink and pictures of ballet slippers all over the place. A girl ran inside of the room and started to tear down all the framed photos of the shoes and hid every frilly pillow that room contained. Harry frowned and looked round, noticing the vast difference the girl had made. Then, he suddenly recognized the girl. It was Hermione. It'd been awhile since Harry had seen her with her old, thick hair. He almost missed her signature look, wondering what it would've felt like to run his hands through her old hairdo. But his thoughts were interrupted as a second person walked in. Harry froze as he saw himself settle onto Hermione's bed and give the room a glance over.

What came next made Harry's cheeks burn and his skin tremble. It was now very obvious whyHermione had started to avoid him.

"MMM, Harry, you taste good," Hermione giggled as she pulled away from his lips.

"Not as good as you though."

Hermione slid her hand up his shirt and effortlessly lifted it off. She ran her hands down his firm chest and across his flat stomach. Harry quivered as she undid his jeans and pushed them off. They kicked their shoes and socks off as Hermione scooted back on her bed and laid down. Harry crawled ontop of her and started to kiss her neck. She sighed into him, feeling all over the bare skin of his back. Harry pulled her shirt from her body to reveal a bare chest. He smothered his face in her mounds as she groaned and hastily shoved down her panties and ripped off his boxers. Before another moan could escape them, Harry had entered Hermione.

Harry ripped himself out of the memory just as his ears had filled with screams and moans. He stumbled back finding himself lying flat on the wooden floor besides Hermione's bed. As quickly as he could, he scrambled to his feet, darted out the door and retreated down the staircase. He didn't even falter his speed as the steps vanished beneath him and left him sliding the rest of the way down. Somehow knowing better than to go to bed, Harry made a dash for the portrait hole, climbed out and sprinted down the barren hallway towards the bathrooms.

He finished the night off with a particularly cold shower.

//------------

Harry spent most of that Saturday at Hogsmeade venturing into Zonko's and guzzling down butterbeers at the Three Broomsticks with Draco and Dean. He barely spoke a word for fear of breaking down and fainting.

"Why you so quiet?" Dean asked as he swallowed the last of his butterbeer.

Harry shrugged and sloshed around the contents of his mug.

"Did you find out what's been bothering Granger?" Draco inquired as he chewed on some licorice.

"Well....Yeah..." Harry mumbled, not looking up from his drink.

"Well then?" Draco pressed on impatiently.

Harry shifted awkwardly in his seat, feeling his cheeks burn harder than ever, "I...I don't think its appropriate for me to...to mention anything I saw."

"What'd you see?" Dean questioned, finding this conversation much more interesting than a cute girl who just walked in.

Another minute of Harry's nervous fidgeting made Draco say again," Well? Out with it."

"Well...Ok...Um..I..I saw alot of things...Flashes...of her childhood," Harry stammered, wringing the life out of his napkin.

"That's all very fascinating, but get to it already. What's her problem?" Draco urged.

Harry took a deep breath and recalled the dream he had witnessed. By the time he had finished, both listeners were about as red as he knew he was.

"She dreamt that?" Dean asked incredulously.

"I suppose so," Harry replied uneasily.

"Well, never would've thought! Granger's bloody hot for you, Potter!" Draco exclaimed, both surprised and fairly amused.

"What am I going to do?" Harry asked miserably.

"I should think its quite obvious," replied Dean.

Harry looked up at them. "What's obvious?"

"Give her what she wants," Draco finished matter-of-factly.

"Which is..." Harry pressed, frowning his confusion.

" Make her dream come true," Dean answered.

//------------

"Make her dream come true. Like its just SO easy! Bloody gits," Harry grumbled as he set off down the corridor towards the library. Chances were that Hermione was holding up there, as usual. But when he ducked his head in, he saw no sign of her light brown head. He took a long glance of the room, squinting into each aisle. But still, nothing. With a sigh, he continued down the hall, wondering where on Earth Hermione could hide. He was just about to stop and turn around to search the Gryffindor common room again when something grabbed his arm and jerked him inside a door.

Harry quickly recovered from the start and saw himself in a simple room, containing only a single couch. It was clearly obvious Hermione was the culprit behind yanking him.

"What's all this about?"

Hermione stared at him intently, apparently searching for the words to say," Look...I..I should explain why I've been avoiding you.."

"Don't bother, I know," Harry replied without thinking. He only realized his blunder too late.

"Y-you do? But…HOW?"

Harry shifted his weight, "I mean...I..I only ASSUMED what it-it could be…cause…you know, of COURSE I don't really know."

Hermione nodded," oh."

Great save, he muttered to himself. Lucky bastard.

"Well, I'm just going to come right out and say it....I had a dream about us, Harry. A vivid, intense dream that I'm embarrassed to admit I ever had. But...I did..."

"What...um...What was it about?" Harry dared to ask, though he knew the answer.

"Well...Don't think any lesser of me, ok? But, um...Well...The dream was about...well...us...and we were...er....engaged, lets say, in activities that couples tend to do when they...they reach a certain point..."

Harry frowned. If he had not known what the dream contained, he would've been completely lost with the explanation she just gave.

Hermione, taking the look wrong, added hastily before she could stop herself," Sexual activities."

Both of them blushed brilliantly.

"O-oh.." Harry managed to stammer.

Hermione forced herself to move on from what seemed like childish behavior," Harry, lets get serious here...We're sixteen and both are having ...feelings we've never experienced before. Now, I don't know about you, but I'm ready to take our relationship to the next step."

Harry stood shocked for awhile, "W-what would that entail...exactly?"

Hermione smiled slowly and stepped towards him. Soon, she was so close he could make out the faint freckles along the bridge of her nose. Seamlessly, they leaned into a deep kiss and wrapped eachother in their arms. Letting Hermione lead, Harry followed her slow creep towards the other side of the room. Gasping as he fell forward, he opened his eyes to see Hermione sprawled out underneath him, a bed seemingly to have materialized out of thin air. It suddenly dawned on him that they must been in the Room of Requirement.

Hermione gave Harry no more time to ponder anything as she pounced on his full lips and devoured him in kisses. Her hands unclipped his cloak and tossed it aside, then broke their kiss so she could peel off his sweatshirt and t-shirt. Harry felt very self-conscious as she gazed him over. Her hands explored him like in the dream, her eyes following each movement of her touch.

"Mmm...You feel better than I imagined," She murmured and leaned up to suck on the skin at the base of his neck.

Harry let out a groan and squeezed his eyes shut as her fingertips drifted down his stomach and grazed over his zipper. Being a receiver and a passive participant didn't settle well with Harry for very long. He quickly jerked from her mouth and bent down to devour her own neck. Hermione giggled in response, dragging her fingers down his crotch to show her approval.

Harry traced circles with the tip of his tongue into her sweet skin, liking how she tasted. He moved his mouth all over her neck and throat, never seeming to get enough of her. He lifted up and hastily pulled off her beige, thin sweater to reveal the most perfect white bra he could ever dream up. He leaned down and trailed his kisses down her throat to the lightly-tanned mounds protruding from the bra.

Hermione groaned loudly and quickly flipped them over. She showered Harry's chest with kisses, slowly making her way down past his stomach and bellybutton to the waistband of his pants and boxers. She couldn't help but notice the distinct, thick muscles of his thighs as they ran smoothly down along his pelvis and vanished beneath his pants. Hermione blew lightly on the skin right above the rim of his boxers, making Harry moan. She pushed them down inch by inch, giving each new bared patch of skin a particularly long kiss.

The day turned into night as their moans filled the air. No one in the Gryffindor tower had seen head nor hair of Harry or Hermione since Hogsmeade. And they wouldn't for the rest of the night.