Dream lover

He can feel the hot breath traveling down the back of his skin, surrounding him, the soft small touches like butterflies traveling all over his skin. The hands reach from behind him, pulling him closer until his back is up against the person's front. I pale light hand travels down his front, exploring what is to be seen under his robes. Exposing inch by inch of his perfect olive skin.

Harry desperately wants to turn around to see this mysterious person, but he can't for he knows what will happen if he does. He struggles with the urges to see his dream lovers face.

I must stay looking forward, it can't end yet

He can feel there lips on his throat, kissing, licking, and biting.

Finally he looks behind him, not being able to stand it he turns, staring into cloudy gray eyes, he sighs knowing what will happen next.

A falling feeling comes over him, surrounding him, and cloaking him in black. He stares at the eyes, still not wanting to loose the connection.

The touch he was feeling turns cold, leaving his body numb, no longer feeling his dream lover's touch. Soon the grayness surrounds him. All he can see is the grey eyes.

He awakes sitting up in his bed reaching desperately forward, a bumping sound on the wall beside him, Dudley calling out "Oi, shut up were trying to sleep." Then the sounds of a great weight rolling over in his bed, going on to mumble about something in his sleep.

He tries to quiet his panting breath, he hits his hands into his bed in pure frustration "Damn" he says under his breath, letting out a sigh At least it lasted longer this time He thought to himself.

Lying back in his bed, rolling over waiting for sleep to once more take him.

As the weeks past summer soon ended, and Harry was ready to return to Hogwarts, having dealt with Dudley and his Aunt and uncle long enough.

His dream had progressed, now he could clearly see the Hogwarts crest on a pair of black robes of his Dream lover. He was dying in excitement waiting to return and find them. The dreams were haunting him, he desperately wanted to find those eyes.

At platform nine and 3 quarters he looked everywhere for those eyes. Those gray eyes he craved.

Sitting in a room on the train with his friends, he couldn't help but be lost in thought, looking out at the rolling hills, his eyes scanning his memory for those eyes. So completely lost in thought not even noticing Ron and Hermione holding hands there fingers interlaced. They had become a couple over the summer and have yet to tell Harry, they were planning to but they were worried about how he was going to take it.

He turned to look at his friends, as he face turned to theirs, Hermione quickly took her hand away from Ron's as though she was burned, she had always had a crush on Harry and was apprehensive about telling him that Ron and her were dating.

Harry gave Hermione a soft smile, looking at her, noticing her eyes, a perfect clear bluey gray, he felt it in the pit of his stomach, he had this look of shock on his face, those eyes, could they belong to………

She returned his look with such sorrow in her eyes, a lot had happened during the summer. Harry had become distant and her crush on his slowly disappeared, but still remained. She wanted to know what was wrong with him, she wanted to go give him a hug and ask what was wrong, but she knew Ron and his jealousy would never allow it, so she remained sitting across from Harry.