Harry Potter and the Passionate Revelare Potion

Harry woke up suddenly in a cold sweat over his entire body. It was barely four o'clock in the morning and the sun hadn't risen yet. The dream Harry had had was an unnerving, but strangely comfortable, dream about...What was it about? He remembered only bits and pieces of it. He'd been in a very warm and cosy bed and someone had been in it with him. But he couldn't remember whom.

He got out of bed to watch the sunrise and as he did so, he noticed his willy was as hard as a diamond cutter! What the hell had he been dreaming about, exactly?!! He was startled by Neville's sudden change in key while snoring. He jumped up on to the window board and settled and watched the sun slowly rise. The sky was a soft pink that turned more and more into blue the higher you looked. Some stars were still visible and the moon could be seen high in the west turning paler by the second. The lakes waters were still and looked like a mirror reflecting the sky and it seemed as if even the Giant Octopus was asleep.

Harry's morning erection was a durable one and didn't let up for at least an hour, until Neville woke up, still drowsy from sleep. He lay on his stomach and turned his head around a couple of times before spotting Harry in the window. Neville yawned and sat up, scratching his lower back. Harry thought it was kind of brave of him to sleep only in his briefs with his sizeable belly and not take any notice of the slightly rude remarks from Dean and Seamus. Ron wasn't slightly rude; he was enormously rude! Had it been Harry that was equipped with such a large body he would've hidden it under as much clothing as possible.

"Why're you up so early then, Harry?" Neville yawned and walked over to Harry, still scratching his back with his hair in complete disarray.

"I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep so I decided on watching the sunrise," Harry replied. The sun had just risen and it was bright scarlet, colouring the skies and clouds in intense shades of purple, pink and gold.

"That's pretty," said Neville, leaning on the window board.

"Isn't it?" said Harry and continued to admire the sun.

"So why couldn't you sleep, then?" asked Neville and yawned again.

"No, it was nothing. I just had a strange dream and woke up from it. That's all," said Harry, still curious about his eluding dream.

"Oh yeah? What was it about, then?" asked Neville, more interested this time around.

"What?" said Harry, a bit confused.

"The dream," said Neville and turned towards him slightly.

Harry saw that Neville apparently hadn't got rid of his morning erection either, and he wasn't shy about it one bit. Quite a massive one, too, Harry though for a very fast second. Harry looked away and his cheeks turned a bit pink. "Erm...I can't really remember what happened, but it was both pleasant and unpleasant," Harry said uncomfortably.

Neville giggled and a smile grew on his face making his dimples protrude very much. "Did you have a hard willy when you woke up?" he said shamelessly and giggled even more at his own question.

Harry looked at him strangely and thought for a second that Neville was coming on to him, but quickly thought better of it. "Well...yes. Not so hard, but..." Harry lied. He knew perfectly well that his penis had been stiffer than his wand when he woke up that morning. Neville giggled hard, but tried to stifle it to the best of his ability.

"Why did you want to know that?" Harry said genuinely curious.

"Well, if your dream was both pleasant and unpleasant and you woke up with a stiff one, then I think it is safe to think that you had a wet dream, but not as you are used to have them," Neville said still giggling through words.

"Not as I'm used to have them? What is that supposed to mean?" Harry asked, frowning.

"Maybe the dream wasn't about a girl, but about a guy!" Neville exclaimed.

Ron stirred and tossed around and pulled away his curtains, hair in a mess and squinted at Harry and Neville. "Who's dreaming about guys?" Ron said, tired.

"Harry is!" Neville said excitedly.

Ron sat up perfectly awake and looked at Harry with huge eyes. "You dream about guys?!?" he said, shocked.

"Oh for God's sake! No! I had a dream that was both unpleasant and unpleasant at the same time, but I can't remember what it was about," Harry explained irritably.

Ron scratched his head, thinking about it. Then he pointed his index finger at Harry and with a sly look he asked, "Did you have a boner when you woke up?"

Harry sighed heavily and jumped off the window board and put his glasses on and walked towards the door. "I did NOT dream about guys, alright?" he said and walked to the bathroom.

Neville and Ron shot a look at eachother as if to say "Oh really? How come I don't believe you, sister?!"

It wasn't long before Ron had told Hermione about Harry's dream until the two had flocked around Harry asking questions. "Look! I don't remember what my dream was about at all, but I can most certainly say that it wasn't about a guy, alright? Now lay off it!" Harry said rather loudly so that at least the whole of Gryffindor and a third of the Hufflepuffs heard him, making them wonder what was going on with Freaky Potter this week. Rumours started directly and ranged from everything from Harry being the victim of a dream mare (that usually preyed upon young men's sexual energy) to him being gay and fantasising about every male member of the Hogwarts staff, except for Filch; that was just too incredible as there was nothing that could be interpreted as sexual about that man.

The day seemed to be the longest of the year, starting off with Divination, (that numbed Harry's perception as usual.) continuing with a double pass in Potions, ( that always pissed Harry off.) and, to conclude the day, a triple pass of History of Magic ( that completely destroyed what little hope Harry had of smiling that day.) all the while overhearing students whispering about "Potter's twisted gay sex fantasies". Even Professor Snape overheard the Slytherins mocking comments about Harry's dream and took ten points from Gryffindor for indirectly corrupting the innocent minds of his students in Slytherin. Every Gryffindor had collectively gasped when Snape had done this. Harry had just banged his head repeatedly on the desk infront of him for a good minute until Hermione stopped him. "But I WANT to die. Why won't you let me, you evil girl?" Harry had moaned. "I'm not a girl! I'm a woman," Hermione said and stuck her nose in the air as if Harry had offended her terribly. That almost made Harry feel better.

The next morning Harry woke up first of everyone again. He looked down and saw his penis stiff as a board once again. But this time it seemed a bit wet. "Odd," thought Harry and wiped it dry. He tried to remember his dream from this night. He remembered he was in a warm bed and he had someone under the covers, playing with his privates, and he enjoyed it immensely, but he still had that unpleasant feeling as if even though that, that was happening was wonderful, it was somehow wrong or a bit of a taboo of some sort.

Harry tried to go back to sleep and forget about his dream. He admitted to himself that these two dreams were very odd indeed. Harry hadn't had a history of many wet dreams and the ones he'd had, were very...well, boring to say the least. And it had never been any actual physical act he'd done in his dreams, it was more feelings and slow images. Never anything so naughty as these two dreams. It made Harry more interested in them. He closed his eyes to go to sleep, but just as he did he opened them again and looked over at Neville. He thought his eyes were open and looking at Harry for a second. But now they were closed and Neville was snoring louder than before. "Must have imagined it," Harry thought to himself.

But had he?

The following three nights Harry had the same dream, and he remembered more and more details, but never the identity of the person under the covers or why it felt so forbidden. And every morning, his penis had been erect and it had got to the point that Harry had to please himself just to make it go away. His head was surfing with so many questions that he had to talk to someone. But was he going to choose Ron or Hermione? With Ron he could talk about the extreme sexual feelings he'd felt during the dreams, but on the other hand Ron wasn't very serious when it came to important stuff like this. But with Hermione, Harry could talk about the strangeness of it all and Hermione would understand the importance of it. But he'd be too embarrassed to speak of how aroused he was getting by these dreams.

But maybe he shouldn't talk to either of them? Maybe someone else in Gryffindor? Dean? No. He wasn't close enough to him. Seamus perhaps? Couldn't keep his head together for long enough. So then there was only Neville left. Best option, really, when you think about it, Harry thought to himself. "Ok. Neville it is. Now where to find him?"