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 Thirteen – Confusion

Harry watched in silence as Elaine stormed off to the sixth year girls' dormitory. She left in such a rush – and in such a fury – that watching quietly was all Harry was left to do. He sighed to himself as he sat alone on the couch, thinking about what Elaine meant about the girl of flesh and blood. Whatever was bothering Elaine was now bothering his inner thoughts.

Now sitting alone in the Gryffindor Common Room, Harry looked at the fireplace. For the next few hours, he continued to sit in the Common Room, thinking only about the last thing Elaine had said to him before running off. What was he supposed to get out of that? The girl of flesh and blood?

"Obviously, she meant Ginny, right?" Harry asked himself as he stood up to pace around the room. "Unless she's suggesting that I look elsewhere for the girl of my dreams…? Or she's implying that she believes that my dream girl is real…? No, that's not it. She already said she believes in the girl; she just doesn't believe it's Ginny…"

Harry looked around the room, as if hoping for a clue to drop down from the ceiling.

"Are you really that dimwitted?" a man in the portrait remarked.

"Well, excuse me!" Harry interjected. "Elaine has got to be one of the most cryptic girls here at Hogwarts; most of the things she says are riddles encoded with some type of message that she's trying to give off."

The man in the portrait shook his head with a frown. "Are you sure about that one?"

"Yes!"

"Because anyone could decode that message for you," the man went on. "That poor, poor girl. Shame on your for putting her through all that torture."

"What!" Harry remarked. "Are you mental?"

With that, Harry raced up to the sixth year boys' dormitory with a scowl on his face. He was not going to let a portrait tell him off like that. Once Harry was in his bed, he found that he could not sleep. He sighed to himself as he tossed and turned, restlessly. Why he could not fall asleep was beyond him.

"Dammit!" he cursed as the sunlight soon poured into the boys' dorm.

Harry did not sleep that night; he honestly could not and for that, he was somewhat thankful. He did not want to have to deal with the girl of his dreams while trying to decode Elaine's mysterious statement. Besides, Harry knew that if he was too focused on Elaine, then he would not have time to finally gaze upon the face of the girl of his dreams.

"It's been months and I still haven't seen her face," Harry groaned into his pillow. "Seriously? I thought at least by now she would have shown me her face; I mean, I see Ginny's face almost every day!"

That morning, Harry sat in the Great Hall across the way from Elaine. Neither of them had spoken so much of a word to each other, however, they did not want Hermione and Ron to think that they were still fighting.

"Can you pass the butter please?" Elaine muttered, not looking up at Harry.

Silently, Harry gently slid the tray of butter toward Elaine. "Here you go…"

"Thanks…" she said in a whisper, lifting the butter tray.

"Elaine!" Hermione's voice echoed through the dining hall.

"Hermione!" Elaine shouted back, tossing the tray in Harry's direction to hug Hermione. "You're back!"

Not responding quickly enough, Harry let the block of butter hit him directly in the chest. "Elaine, seriously?"

"Oh, come off it, Harry," Hermione scolded, rolling her eyes. "Don't act like you didn't deserve it."

Elaine released Hermione from the embrace, exchanging a confused glance with Harry. As much as she would have liked to admit that Harry deserved that slip of the hand, Elaine did not understand why. It was not as though Hermione knew of what happened last night in the Common Room. And on the off-chance that she did, it was not as though Harry actually deserved what just happened; it was not his fault for being so oblivious.

"What?" Harry and Elaine wondered in unison.

"He didn't tell you?" Hermione asked Elaine. "Harry, Ginny is upset beyond reason because of what you did; she couldn't focus on anything during the holidays because of you!"

"What?" Harry repeated.

"Why?" Elaine questioned, thinking about all the possibilities about why Ginny could be mad.

Elaine looked toward Harry, hoping for a definite answer, but by the looks of it, Harry did not even know what he did wrong.

"I'll explain later," Hermione said to Elaine, not making any further eye contact with Harry, "perhaps in the privacy of our dorms." I still have to unpack. You can come with me if you please; Ronald's upstairs in the Common Room."

Elaine shook her head, focusing all her attention on Harry. "I think I'll stay here, Hermione. I should help Harry clean himself up; it is my fault after all…"

"Suit yourself," Hermione said with a curt nod. "You know where to find me when you need me."

After Hermione left the Great Hall, Elaine took her seat across Harry with a confused look on her face. "What the bloody hell did-?"

"I have no idea," Harry replied with a confused look on his face. "I don't know how I could have pissed her off. I haven't don't anything wrong… at least, I don't think I have."

"You'd think that she would, at the very least, be overjoyed that you told her that she was the girl of your dreams. How ungrateful…"

"Crap!" Harry mumbled. "Elaine, I have to talk to Ginny immediately."

Author's Note: This chapter of the story was rewritten and republished on November 10, 2013.

Here's your update for today, guys! Looks like Harry's found himself in some trouble. Only question is: why?

Thank you so much for reading! If all goes well, I'll have a new chapter out this month. Like a legit chapter, not a reedit. I hope you guys enjoyed this update. Reviews would be pretty dang awesome, ya'know what I'm saying? Much love.

- May