A/N:Wow, i spit out another chapter this fast? I must be really inspired!!! I amaze myself sometimes :) 'Newayz, here comes the lemon. Its not that M rated but its still sex, and sex deserves aa M. I'm not used to writing this sort of stuff (I flinched everytime i had to describe it), it feels weird. I dunno...maybe my mind still wants to believe i'm pure :p lol, here's the next chap, hope you enjoy it!

"And if asking about you they turn to me,

I'll only say that I've seen

You in my dreams one night

I only dream since that time,

To see you every day next to me"

--Alex Ubago (Spanish singer)

Her face tilted to the right. She kissed him, and he clung onto her for dear life. She tasted sweet, like honey, and the feeling of her pressed tightly under him intoxicated his senses, just like the alcohol he had drowned in earlier. Through her hair, her skin, every inch of her, he felt a wild pulse against him like a drumbeat as their bodies intertwined in the comforter. Her fingers had already worked the buttons of his shirt, now she was struggling against the belt that kept his jeans from falling off.

"Sweet God," He gasped. His skin seared at her every touch. "This is too good to be true"

Her laughter sang past the blood that thundered in his temples. "You of all people doubting? Shame on you, Mr. Potter!" She giggled against his stomach. Her warm breath sent shivers up his spine.

"This is just a dream, this can't be real…" He choked. He fought to keep tears from blurring his vision. "I wish we were real. I wish I had a second chance…to fix us somehow"

"This is your-" She paused to look up and meet his eyes "Our chance. Let's make it work now. We may not have a tomorrow" She yanked at his shirt and now belt-less pants. He complied by lifting himself a bit so she could remove them.

He brought his lips down to her again. His hands started to remove her dress while she flinched at his suddenly eager touch. The burning candle reflected the silver jewelry, sparkling at wrists, neck, ears and ankles. In the dim light her flawless form seemed to hold the beginning and ending of the world, creation itself. When the undergarments had disappeared from view, he was allowed to look at her in admiration. Her body was flawless, his rough hands traced over her curves. Years of Quidditch had taken a toll on her figure; her lean shape was that of a goddess.

He let her fall, as a dream, into his arms as he showered her lips with brief kisses. No woman that ever existed could ever be what he desired, emotionally and physically. Nor could any woman share the bond he had shared with the crying youth he had first seen in his third year. The fireplace, the girl, the mattress creaking with their very movement--it couldn't be real.

"Don't think, Harry. Not this time. Save your petty doubts for later" Her eyes struggled to stare at his face instead of his body. "We will start the spark of life" At that moment both the chimney and candle faded. .

"What life?" Harry shivered despite her warm body pressed close to his, the sudden darkness was freezing. He shook, suddenly desperate for the chimney to light and kill the cold that was chilling him to the bone.

"Look at me. Please, Harry, we've done this before" She murmured. Her face was barely inches from his again.

He looked at her in disbelief. "Before? You mean, by dreams?" His other questions were caught in his throat in a stiffled gasp as she began to rub his thighs tenderly.

"No," She stopped her movements to look up again "By love" She crushed his lips into his, gripped him hard, and molded herself onto him.

Overrun by a frenzy of passion, he held her shoulders tightly as he moved inside her while kissing her fiercely. Realizing he would hurt her if he didn't have a little self control, he pulled back, gasping for air. Her eyes flashed a million emotions as he grinded against her; small groans escaped her lips with every thrust. He brought his lips down to her again for a less violent kiss, and was glad when she accepted it with an open mouth. He didn't feel cold anymore. She gave herself and he took her, cradled by the soft covers. They were consumed by a love that welded them together as one. Her skin was silk against his own, her mouth was the hot iron that scorched and scarred him. Every touch, every time their skin met, was raw power that he drank from her and pushed him further.

She rolled him over with his movements and straddled him, her back arched like a bow on the verge of explosive climatic release, as sweat down her neck and face. He lost grip of her sweaty body and grasped the sheets for support as she brought herself down harder against him. He cried out, more in fear than in passion as his vision blurred once more. Her hands moved from his hips to his shoulder and groped against his skin. Her closed eyes opened at the sound of his yelp and she winced, slowing slightly. Afraid he had let her down he wrapped his arms around her as well as he could, burying his face into the crook of her neck.

"Don't be afraid. You played your part, it's ok to let go now." Her word sounded bittersweet to him. I don't want to let go…don't let me go, please!! "It's our destiny to never know one or the other"

"Why?!" Harry's shout entangled with his name as it escaped her lips over and over again mixed with incoherent mumbling. The piercing peak of her passion made him groan in pleasure as he felt himself release inside her.

Crying out, she dug her fingernails into his shoulders roughly, drawing blood. "Because it's all that binds us together!! It's my way of--" His eyesight was fading. He could barely hear her anymore. She was burning, fading into the nothingness the same way the stands of the Quidditch stadium did when he flew high above them.

Harry cried out again, in terror, pain and in fear for his lover's well-being. Alone, he reached out to her in a feeble effort to bind her semi-transparent form to him. Yet, her flesh burned to nothing and he was left groping at the air with emptiness between his locked hands. The love he had felt for her and the most profound joy he had ever experienced had been taken from him. His chest heaved and he sighed in defeat. A sour feeling of sadness crept over to him and filled his insides like the cold chill of the empty room. She was gone, out of his life again. He choked back a sob and buried his face in his hands. He just lay there, trembling and spent while her voice spoke to him in a soothing whisper that sent him to a dull sleep.

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