Chapter 9, A Better Day

When Harry came to he was sitting against his bed, the book in his lap. Jess was still sleeping in his bed. It was late at night, almost sunrise. His face was covered with a cold sweat. Atleast his parents didn't lie, he was perfectly fine, and so was she. He was so relieved. It was practically a dream, right? There was a sudden tapping on his window. He got up and walked to the window, there were three owls at the window. Harry opened the window and they flew in and landed on the floor. So he walked over to the flock of owls and knealed down on his knees. One by one he removed the letter each owl had tied to their leg. Then they all left through the open window except one, which was Hedwig. Hedwig flew inside her cage and perched on the perch. After he collected the letters he sat against the bed and opened one, it was from...Hermoine.

Harry,
I just had the weirdest dream, or was it a mind reaper? I don't know, but forgive me for acting the way I have. I'm really sorry, and I'd like to meet Jess. Tell her I said hi. Tell Ron I said hi too. Oh yeah, I moved to Russia. Moscow, Russia. It's cold, really cold. It's like an eternial winter. Really I do miss you guys back home. You should come over sometime, or we'll meet at Ron's. See ya.

Your friend once again,

Hermoine

He placed Hermoine's letter on the floor and picked up the next one, opening it, it was from Percy.

Dear Harry,
You wouldn't believe the dream I just had, it was so strange. You were in it, so was Ron and Jess. It was Romeo and Juliet? I think that's was it's called. By some muggle author, I forgot his name. Anyway, did you have the same dream? You should tell me what happened on your part. I'm dying to know for some reason... So owl me, or stop by sometime. I'm really tired so I'm gonna...sorry I drifted off.

Percy

Percy's letter was written in a fast and poor fashion. He placed it on the floor and picked up the last one and opened it. It was from Ron.

Hey Harry,
This dream I just had was so freaky! You...Jess...you both were there. My brother was in it too, he let me die! Jerk... Uh, so did you have a dream like mine? It didn't seem like one at all, it was so life like, realistic. When you get a chance write me back or come by my house. Geez, it creeps me out... Well, g'night Harry.

Ron

Harry set Ron's letter on the floor, the he started to drift off to sleep. When he woke up it was early morning, Jess was leaning over him, peer down at him.

"Good morning sleepy head!" she smiled then leaned down and kissed him on the lips.

"Well good morning to you too!"

He got up and tackled to her the ground, she gave a surprised squeak.

"HARRY!"

SMACK

"OWWWW! SHIT OH SHIT!" he rubbed his face.

She pushed him off of her.

"I-I didn't do anything perverted!" he argued.

"You ripped my expensive shirt." she replied.

"Oh..."

She took off her shirt and threw it on the floor.

"What are you doing?"

Harry's jaw dropped and he began to drool heavily.

Heeeeeeeeey, this is awesome! Why would she do something like that outta the blue? Dunno. It rocks. C'mon...now take off the bra. C'mon...

"I can't wear it anymore because you ripped the shit out of it."

"Sorry..."

She sighed and put her hands behind her back, fittling with the bra hooks on the back.

He cocked his head, "What are you doing now?"

"You broke my bra strap so I can't wear it either."

"Really?" he said excitedly.

There was now a small puddle of drool at his feet.

"Yeah."

She unhooked the back up the bra and it dropped onto the floor.

"HARRY!"

SMACK-SMACK

"Wake up you pervert!"

She looked quite displeased.

"What...what?"

"You were trying to decloth me."

Harry looked up at her and she was fully clothed, it seemed he had been dreaming.

Dammit, I knew it was too good to be true.

"S-Sorry?"

BAP

She hit him in the head with the Romeo and Juliet book.

"Ow..." he was seeing stars.

There was a small tear in her shirt, you could see a bit of her stomach.

"Dammit Harry, you ripped my shirt..."

When his senses came back to normal he looked at her and grinned.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"No reason."

He started whistling innocently.

"You are one weird bastard Harry, sometimes I wonder why I'm your friend." she teased.

The whistling ceased.

"I'm not weird!" his face grew red with embarrassment.

Jess giggled girlishly at Harry.

"Your such a dork, I was kidding!"

"Oh...OHH! Okay, I get it!"

Harry jumped on her on the bed and started tickling her viciously.

"Harry! No! No! I hate being tickled. No! Not there, noooooooo!" she squeeled incontrolably.

"HARRY! WHAT'S ALL THE RACKET? IS THAT A BLOODY GIRL I HEAR?" Uncle Vernon roared.

They both froze and shut up instantly.

"That's better Harry! And that girl's voice better be my imagination. Probably just lonely and pathetic..." Uncle Vernon trailed off asleep.