Dream On

Dream On

Four Hogwarts students stood in their dormitories, one in front of a mirror, and another by the foot of her bed, and the other two not able to stand...but sprawled, from a nightly escapade of drinking, partying and good old fun.

" 'Arry..." Ron mumbled out of the corner of his mouth. His head and torso were on the floor, and his legs were stretched out onto the bed. "I thin' we shoul' try to tran' figer ourselv' inta goldfis'. Wouldn' tha be brill? I love goldfis'," he sputtered out.

"No! I hav' a better idea," Harry slurred. "Make me have red 'air! Like you!"

"Yer a fuckin' wanker," Ron stammered.

They laughed.

They passed out.

No more Firewhiskey for them.

Wait till the hangover...

* * *

Meanwhile, Hermione Granger was standing at the end of her bed, weeping softly. She performed a silencing spell on herself to keep from waking her dorm mates. She crawled under the covers, sobbing, recalling a horrid incident that I am not able to tell you about. She huddled under the covers, partially in shock and dismay, and part of herself in heartbreaking sadness. She cried herself to sleep.

* * *

A very sexy, egocentric, half naked yet spawn of evil Slytherin stood in front of his mirror in his cold dungeons. He was very glad that no girl would be of his service that night, for it was especially chilly. -Wink, wink, nudge, nudge- (I'd laugh at Draco if I had seen him that night. But, I'm just the narrator.)

Beneath all his narcissism, Draco was quite self-conscious. This blonde haired, blue eyed vision who had a body of a god that would make any sane girl melt like the Wicked Witch of the West who saw him, was pondering his physique as his goon room mates, Crabbe and Goyle, snored incessantly.

He sighed as he ran his strong hands through his hair, running down his firm abs. He took a sneak peak down his black satin boxers. He eyes bulged at the sight. It had shrunk more than normal! He flung himself into bed to warm up. His last though before he felt into deep slumber was, "I hope to Merlin that Potter isn't bigger than I."

* * *

That night, all four had similar bewildering dreams...as they were all entangled within the same one.

Hermione, as an observer, stood and watched as Harry made love in a bed. She cringed at the thought of her true love being with someone else. She looked a little closer and her eyes went wide. Harry was fucking a goldfish?!

From the other side of the room, Draco was watching as well, also very perturbed.

They all shot up in bed.

Draco shouted, "Potter's not a virgin!"

Hermione called out, "Oh, Merlin! Harry does love Ron! I hate the color red!" and sobbed herself back to dreamland. For those of you who are not informed, Erythrophobia is the fear of the color red. Not that it matters, but anyway...

Harry yelled, "Hermione loves me!"

Ron screamed, "I really am a goldfish!"