FULL SUMMARY: Dream after dream, Harry Potter sees a girl that just give him butterflies in his stomach; he is thoroughly convinces that this girl does to Hogwarts with him. His only problem with her? Every time he comes close to seeing the face of this girl, he wakes up from his dreams. So when he tells his best gal pal Elaine Port, she laughs and tries to convince Harry that maybe his so-called "dream girl" really is just in his dreams. Is Elaine right? Or is Harry's dream girl a reality?

Hermione and Elaine were sitting in the Muggle Studies section of the library when Ron and Harry approached them, breaking them away from their study session. Ron sat beside Hermione while Harry took the seat beside Elaine.

"Yes, boys?" Elaine questioned sternly, not looking up form her book. "What do you want?"

"It's… dinnertime," Ron reminded. "We just wanted to pick you guys up before heading to the Great Hall…"

Elaine smirked. "Awww… did wittle, ickle Ronniekins miss his pwecious girlfriend?"

Ron glared at Elaine. "No!"

"Or were just hungry?" Hermione asked with a small laugh, packing her notes into her bag.

"Wait… both?" Ron mumbled. "I don't know anymore!"

"Speak up, Mumbles!" Elaine laughed. "None of us caught that."

In a joking way, Ron stood from his seat, grabbed Hermione's wrist quickly and dashed out of the library.

"That Ronald Weasley," Elaine said with another laugh. "Our tactics never get old."

Harry looked at Elaine with uncertainty. Was he supposed to tell her about his last dream? Or was he supposed to keep it to himself? Harry continued to stare at the brunette, debating with himself as to whether he was going to tell Elaine about his dream girl.

"Harry…?" Elaine called for the seventeenth time. "Harry, are you coming with?"

Harry shook his head, snapping out of his daze. He looked at Elaine with a slight smile, trying to figure out what to say. If he told her, she would probably beg to come. On the other hand, if he chose not to tell her, she would probably ask why he was skipping dinner.

"Actually, Elaine," Harry stammered. "I was… ummm, I was… umm…"

"You were what?"

"I was just about to head out to the Quidditch Pitch… to umm…"

"Practice?" Elaine asked as she finished packing her quills and books into her bag. "Well, okay. So long as you're not harassing girl to go out with you just because you want to find 'the one', then all right. Would you like me to help you out there on the field?"

Harry quickly shook his head, knowing that, if Elaine were to go, she was more likely to sabotage the scene with her witty remarks. "Actually, I didn't want to make you miss out on dinner, but-…" But at the same time, Harry wanted to prove Elaine that she was wrong about his dream girl. "-if you can, do you mind dropping by after dinner?"

"We'll see what I do," Elaine said with a smirk. "I've got a lot of studying to do for Snape's test and we all know how marvelously I do with Defense Against the Dark Arts, no?"

With a short laugh, Harry nodded. He watched as Elaine got up to leave after waving goodbye. Once she was completely out of sight, he raced to the Quidditch Pitch to await the girl of his dreams.

With all the energy he had, Harry dashed to the Quidditch Pitch in time to notice a gaggle of Slytherins at the other end of the field. He groaned to himself thinking that Elaine was right about the girl of his dreams being a Slytherin. Upon noticing the group of Slytherins, Harry also noticed that Draco Malfoy was among them,

Harry rolled his eyes and realized that his dream girl never gave him a specific time frame; she had just told Harry that she would be there while everyone was at dinner. He groaned to himself, knowing that he would probably have to wait for Malfoy and his posse to leave.

Meanwhile, back in the Great Hall, Elaine and Ron were still poking fun at each other. Insult after comeback after joke after shared laughter, Elaine looked at Ron and his place, noticing that he had not touch much of the food since they had taken their seats for dinner.

"You're not hungry, Weasley?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. "I must say that this is simply not like you. Not like you at all. This is very peculiar. Very peculiar indeed…"

"Will the two of you stop it?" Hermione scolded promptly. "I think the both of you should just shut up and start eating; this game between you both is getting rather childish."

"Yes, Hermione," Ron and Elaine said in defeat.

"By the way," asked Hermione, "where is Harry?"

Elaine looked at Hermione and Ron from across the table before shrugging. "He told me he was going to go to the Quidditch Pitch to practice. I dunno… I didn't believe him, but you know I do trust him enough to know that he won't go and do something stupid."

"Like fall over his own two feet?" Ron reminded.

"Or chase after all those girls again?" Hermione suggested.

Elaine looked at Hermione with innocent eyes. "Whatever are you talking about?"

"C'mon, Elaine," Hermione said. "I thought that you, of all people, would have noticed that Harry's been playing the role of a womanizer since last month. He's gone out with what? Half of the girls at Hogwarts. Elaine-."

"Hermione, Harry's only gone out with twenty girls," Elaine defended. "And they were all from our year."

"Oh, like that's any better!" Hermione replied.

"I wouldn't call him a womanizer though!" It's not like he's purposely playing these innocent girls. After all, they agreed to go out with him and they agreed to leave things as they were after the dates," Elaine forced herself to justify Harry's current position. "I think he's just trying to find the right girl. Someone he can commit to fully and love unconditionally."

Hermiione sighed as Ron began eating his food. "I just don't want him to make the wrong decision."

"I'm sure none of us do," Ron said.

Harry stood in the center of the Quidditch Pitch, waiting for his dream girl. Malfoy and the other Slytherins disappeared thirty minutes into dinner and Harry's dream girl was still nowhere in sight. Harry looked up at the now starlit sky before sighing.

After another half hour of waiting, Harry sat down in the middle of the field and lied down slowly, staring at the stars above him.

"Please don't tell me that she's standing me up," Harry prayed.

"Who stood you up?" a familiar voice came from behind him.

Harry shot up instantly, knowing that feeling in the pit of his stomach all too well. There was only one girl that he knew that could do this to him – especially with just the sound of her voice. He turned to face the girl, scanning her facial features. Quickly he put on a smile.

"No one," he replied. "Why do you ask?"

Elaine frowned, sitting down beside Harry. "I dunno. You sounded really unhappy. Then you heard me and now it sounds like you wanted to make a run for it."

That was only somewhat true; Harry did want to make a run for it when he heard his best friend's voice. After all, she was the only person he came to know that could make him feel scared for his life while making him feel safe and content with his surroundings.

"Not entirely true," laughed Harry, standing up. "I was just… I don't know."

"I thought you were going to be practicing," Elaine pointed out.

"And I thought you weren't going to sow up!"

"I didn't say that," Elaine chirped. "I just said that we'd see what happens."

"Well, I thought you were busy," Harry stated. "I know how bust you get and I just thought you'd be a no-show."

"Now why would I want to put your through that torture?" Elaine joked. "Besides, it was getting dark and you still haven't eaten. As your best friend, I command you to eat dinner! … or maybe a snack from the kitchen or something."

"Good old Elaine," Harry said. "Always making sure I'm taken care of."

"Exactly, but back to what I was saying before, Potter: don't you need a broomstick to practice Quidditch?"

- author's note -

[rewritten]: March 24, 2014
[republished]: March 25, 2014
[last updated]: March 25, 2014
[word count]: 1,328 words without a/n or summary.

[mv comments]: thanks for reading! hope you like the update. please leave a review to let me know what you think. ~ xoxo, may.