Warm light flickered across Harry's eyelids and he opened his eyes to the sight of scratchy, yellowish paper. He blinked a few times
"Wha-?" he mumbled, then realizing that he was slumped over a table, his forehead resting upon his Herbology homework. He sat up and looked around, bleary eyed. Blinking a few more times to clear his vision, he noticed that he was in the Gryffindor common room, which was deserted except for Ron and Hermione who were sitting very close together on the couch by the fire.
"What am I doing here?" Harry asked, aiming the question at Ron, who's shirt was unbuttoned halfway. Ron cleared his throat and pulled the two sides of his shirt together.
"You've been here the whole time, Harry." he said, discreetly trying to zip up his pants. Harry frowned, still confused. Maybe he was too tired from detention and...He shook his head.
"What time did I get back from detention, then?" He asked, looking at Hermione, who was smoothing her skirt back over her knees. Harry almost smiled. Wonder what they were doing. He thought to himself.
"What are you talking about, Harry? You've been here since after dinner." Hermione said, throwing a glance at Ron, who nodded.
"Um, Harry?" Hermione asked nervously. "Were you, um, dreaming?" she asked, a blush beginning on her face. Harry closed his eyes for a moment. He couldn't tell them what his dream was about. But seeing them sitting there so obviously, made Harry want to tell them, just for a shock, so he nodded and was met with a grin from Ron.
"'Cause you were moaning, mate," Ron said, his grin widening. "And sort of moving 'round in your chair." Hermione's blush deepened at Ron's words, but he didn't stop. "So, who was it? Cho?" he asked, obviously wanting to know all the details. Harry looked ron in the eyes and said very seriously one word, "Snape." Harry was very pleased with their reactions. Hermione's eyes widened and Ron's mouth hung open.
"If you're joking, Harry, it's not funny." Ron said, a disgusted look on his face. Hermione seemed more understaning. "Well, it was just a dream, wasn't it. You don't think it really happened, do you?" she said hopefully. Harry didn't know how to fell. If he really thought about it, he supposed it was pretty strange, but it seemed so real. It felt so real.
"Yeah, it was just a dream." Harry heard himself saying. A little voice in Harry's head kept reminding him of his non-exsitant potions homework.
