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?

DISCLAIMER: Though I find this completely unnecessary, I feel somewhat obligated to state that the Harry Potter franchise does not belong to me. Also, as you read the story, keep in mind that this is simply a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of their rightful owner's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

STORY DEDICATION: To swiftscout – the girl who used to mock my obsession for Harry Potter until she read the books cover to cover – this one's for you.

Chapter Seven –Not So Silent Treatment

Sleep deprived and more irritated than usual, Elaine rubbed her bloodshot eyes as she continued to read through the Defense Against the Dark Arts book that sat on her lap. Under normal circumstances, she would be with Hermione studying in the library; however, with the Christmas holiday rolling in, much of Gryffindor House was with their families. Elaine sighed as she looked at the dark text of the thick book. She still had to complete the latest essay for the class.

It had only been about a month since Harry and Elaine had spoken to each other. The last time they talked was the night of Harry's date with Ginny Weasley. Though it killed her inside, Elaine hated to admit that Harry might actually have been right about his dream girl. With the way he had acted and the way his dreams randomly stopped reoccurring, she was convinced that Harry had actually found "the one". And even though she wanted to ask Harry if he really believe that Ginny was the dream girl, she would never dare to ask because of their lack of communication… and asking meant she believed.

Much to her dismay, however, Harry had decided to decline the Weasley's offer of spending the holidays with them. Now Elaine was stuck at Hogwarts, though not entirely alone, with Harry Potter. A full twenty-four hours had not even passed since the other students departed for the holidays and Elaine already felt like she was going insane.

She had not slept soundly for weeks; her mind had run all over the place since she and Harry fought. Now that the two of them were not even talking to each other, with who would the Boy Who Lived shared his secrets? Especially the secrets about the girl of his subconscious mind… With the way Harry had acted, Elaine believed that the dreams had finally come to their end; she completely believe that he had found his dream girl in Ginny Weasley.

"You really should get some sleep," Harry said gently as he took the seat in front of Elaine.

Elaine's eyes shot up from her book and glared at Harry; they had not spoken to each other for more than a month and he chose their first words to be about sleep…? Without so much as a word, Elaine sighed and shook her head, continuing to study.

"Look, I know that you're still not going to bother talking to me," Harry said, "but I'm not gonna act like I don't care when I really do; you're still my best friend."

"Oh really?" hissed Elaine, slamming the textbook shut. "Because if I remember correctly, I could be a hell of a lot better!"

Harry shut his eyes briefly, inhaling sharply. "I could be better too… I'm sorry."

Elaine nodded curtly as she kept her eyes locked on the printed words of the book cover; she did not want to make any more eye contact than necessary with the boy who sat across from her. She sighed once more before Harry continued.

"I miss talking to you, Elaine," Harry admitted. "Can't we just leave the past behind us?"

Elaine still did not respond to Harry as he asked for forgiveness. Quickly, she stood from her seat on the couch and turned to face Harry. 'Why in the bloody hell should we just put this all behind us, Potter? You're so much happier with Ginerva-."

"It's Ginevra," Harry corrected.

"Quite frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn," Elaine sneered. "You're happy and that is all that matters."

"But Elaine!" Harry shouted as she raced over the staircase.

"What? Huh? You already found your dream girl in Ginny, right? What's the point in even talking to me? That's all we really ever talked about for the majority of the year! Just live your life happily with the girl of your bloody dreams; you stopped having those dreams when the two of your started going out, right? Let's keep it that way!"

Harry hung his head in defeat; what was he supposed to say to that? His dreams had stopped after his first date with Ginny. There was no way he could counterattack the truth Elaine revealed with a lie; it just could not be done. He sighed and let his shoulders drop. "Elaine, I miss talking to you…"

"No, you don't. You're just lonely without Hermione, Ron and Ginny here. Why don't you go make best friends with Neville or Seamus or Dean or something? You certainly don't need me in your life."

"Elaine, please!"

"It's only the truth, Harry," Elaine sighed with a shrug. "You're got the girl of your dreams; you don't need me anymore."

Harry looked up toward Elaine, not knowing what to say; sure, his dreams had stopped and yes, he was pretty sure that the girl in his dreams what Ginny Weasley, but that did not mean he was done with Elaine.

Elaine shook her head again. "Good night, Harry Potter."

Harry mentally smacked himself in the head for allowing five minutes to go by between the two of them without a single exchange. He knew that Elaine thought his silence meant she was right.

"Elaine, wait!"

But it was too late; Elaine had raced up the stairs to her own dorm.

Author's Note: This chapter of the story was rewritten and republished on October 30, 2013.

Like I said the last time I posted this story: had I realized that this story would be so popular with you all, I would have created more of a storyline. I honestly just threw this together one all nighter after drinking three bottles of Ramuné and listening to my iTunes library. I'm not sure my mind is as creative as it used to be when I wrote this six years ago!

Anyways, I'm doing everything in my power to finish editing the chapters of this story so that I may move on with it… but my finals are coming up in a couple of weeks – yeah, I know weeks… but I don't want to mess up like I did in high school. So… I'll do my best to update, mmk?

Thank you for reading! Please review! I actually update stories based on the reviews. Feel free to check out my other stories as well! Thanks again, loves! I appreciate every single one of you.

- May