Chapter 2: Imagination
I woke up the next morning and stretched my arms, flashing a bright smile around the room. I had a wonderful night sleep, filled with dreams, although some of them were a bit confusing. I remembered very little, although I felt…sticky. I had only had the weird feeling once before, when I was with Ginny and she accidentally brushed my down-there domain when we were kissing.
I tried to remember my dream, but all I remembered was the tender feeling of being rubbed up against. "Dreams are good," I thought, getting out of bed.
I got my robes on quickly and snuck a peek at Seamus. The thought of, "He's so cute when he's sleeping!" snuck into my mind, and it was so true that I didn't try to fight it. He yawned, then woke up. I turned away and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and everything.
My stomach growled as I went to the Great Hall, sitting in my usual spot next to Seamus.
"Hey," I said with a steady nod.
"Hey," he said, and I could have sworn I saw a pink tinge rise to his cheeks.
I smiled and pulled some eggs onto my plate, digging in.
"Have a nice sleep?" he asked, scooting closer to me.
"Oh, yea, um, I did," I told him, swallowing and blushing myself.
"I had a funny dream last night," he continued, his hand resting on my inner thigh with a grin. I looked down at it as he continued, "You were in it. You were holding me close, about a lips distance away, like this," He moved really close to me when he said that and gazed into my eyes. "And you were talking to me, saying…"
He drifted off, giving my inner thigh a squeeze at the same time.
I looked down and stiffened a little bit with a weak grin. I think he noticed, because he patted there again after I did.
"Oh, kiss already, you two lovebirds!" a Slytherin girl named Sami scolded as she walked by our table. Seamus gazed into my eyes, and I could tell he wanted to, but just then, the bell rang.
"Damn," I muttered, standing up.
Seamus breathed a sigh, standing up, too. "Damn is right," he whispered, turning away.