Chapter 2: Wet Dreams
That night, Harry dreamed that he and Hermione were snogging in a broom cupboard. Hermione was laughing as Harry tried to kiss her all over her body.
"Harry! No, no!"
"Yes, yes! Hermione, please!"
"We can't do this here! Someone might see us!"
"Don't be daft. Who would find us here?" Just then, the door banged open and Ron stood there, shocked and close to tears. Harry and Hermione stared at him, horrified.
Harry woke with a start. He lay there, panting. He felt wet from sweat and cum from his wet dream.
He knew his feelings for Hermione were not right. He had loved her as a sister for years, and only recently had he thought of her, wanted her, as something more. He also knew how Ron felt about her, and how he might react to Harry's feelings for their friend. These thoughts dueled back and forth in Harry's mind.
She's Ron's crush.
I'm his best mate!
You're confused. She's like your sister. You shouldn't betray Ron like that. She's his crush…
I'm his best mate!
These thoughts continued to pour through Harry's mind as he fell back to sleep, trying not to dream of Hermione.