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 Nineteen – I'm Sorry

Harry quickly took a seat beside Elaine on the log. "What about the girl of my dreams?" he wondered, thinking back to his conversation with Hermione and Ron. "Do you know who she is?"

"What the hell, Potter?" Elaine said in anger. "Did you not just tell me a while ago that your search was over because Ginny is the girl of your dreams? Speaking of which, that is exactly what I want to talk about with you."

"Yeah…" the raven haired boy sighed. "I think we really do need to talk about that."

"Oh!" Elaine went on. "So I figure that you already know what I'm going to say about all of this."

Harry watched as Elaine fished into her back pocket. "Well, actually… that's what Hermione, Ron and I were talking about in the dormitory before you pulled me away and dragged me out here…"

"I figured they would've talked to you about this," Elaine said, trying to smooth out the paper. "I mean… she did see me leaving Ginny's dormitory before heading up to see you. So… yeah, I guess you would know what I want to talk to you about."

"Well, you kinda just said you wanted to talk about the girl of my dreams," Harry replied. "But, Elaine, do you think I could-?"

"Harry," Elaine sighed, "your girlfriend gave this to me – actually, she chucked it at me… anyways, I've read it over and over again. You really should talk to her."

Looking at the letter in Elaine's hand, Harry sighed to himself. "I don't understand why she's so upset about a letter…"

"Ya'know, I thought the same thing when I heard she was pissed about it," Elaine said with a small laugh. "But Harry, she's upset because you were so vague! She thought you were going to break up with her… and then the fact that you put my name in it because I apparently 'helped you come to the final conclusion' about your relationship with her... it got her to think that I tried to sabotage your relationship…"

"Oh… so I should have been a little more specific about it?" Harry wondered.

"Yes!" Elaine exclaimed. "But I'm sure you can tell her about the misunderstanding. She'll probably take you back once you explain to her that she's the girl of your dreams."

"Wait, I thought that you said that the girl of my dreams didn't exist!" Harry remarked, looking at Elaine.

"To be honest, I didn't," Elaine admitted, "but the way that you talked about her… the way you always talked about her, you just brought her to life. I guess, I owe you an apology. I'm… so-."

"Elaine, that's what I want to talk about with you," Harry said. "You were r-."

"I know, Harry! I was wrong…" Elaine sighed. "I guess I just didn't want to believe that Ginny… Ginny Weasley was the girl of your dreams. If I'm being honest, I think it's because of how I felt about you."

"What?" Harry was suddenly caught off guard; what was Elaine trying to say?

"There's really no point in talking about it," Elaine sighed. "I just wanted to tell you to clear the air with Ginny. Tell her it was a misunderstanding and that you're not leaving her because of me. I'm sure she'll understand."

Harry watched as Elaine stood up to leave the scene. Why was she in such a hurry to leave? She was the one who had dragged him out of his dormitory and down to the shores of the Black Lake. In fact, she wanted to talk to him… about the girl of his dreams. She was so angry at first, but he could sense her vulnerability toward the end of their conversation – if he could even consider the exchange a conversation.

"Elaine, wait!" Harry called out, standing up. He tucked the letter into his pocket before chasing after Elaine. "What are you saying?"

"Exactly what I just said," she replied. "Talk to your girlfriend and set things right… sorry for the way I acted."

Again, Harry watched as Elaine walked away from him. He could not put his finger on why Elaine was so down; she was not like that when she was pulling him through the halls.

"I meant about your feelings for me…" he whispered to himself, continuing to watch Elaine walk away from him.


Author's Note: This chapter was written and published on March 4, 2014.

Actually, if I'm being honest with you guys, I started writing this chapter immediately after the last update. I even finished it! But I didn't publish it because I figured update overload wasn't the way to go with this story. Plus, I kinda wanted to work on something else. So I spent all of last night writing Do You Wanna Go Play Quidditch? as opposed to publishing this. Well, I also didn't publish this chapter right away because I wasn't happy with it the first time around.

I just changed the last line of the chapter… haha.

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- May