The newest batch of Hogwarts students have entered this historic school and no one knows how their future will turn out - will you be a quidditch pro or maybe a prefect? The year is now 2021, and now it's time for the next generation to make their mark. The newest batch of Hogwarts students have entered this historic school and no one knows how their future will turn out - and that is where the fun begins.
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How long had it been since she’d touched him? She missed him. She didn’t miss who he was now, but she certainly missed who he had been. The changes had come slowly until she had to push him away because he’d become cocky, rude, and downright unkind. She couldn’t be around him anymore. But she remembered how he’d been. The kindness he’d had. She’d always wondered how his heart had hardened so fast.
A part of her needed to see him again. Craved his touch. She wished she could move on. She’d even dated around trying to forget him. But in the end, she always ended back here. It always ended with this potion, the one that let her walk in dreams. The recipe had been a family secret for generations and it didn’t work for most. But it had worked for her father and it had worked for her. And so, when night had fallen and she’d hoped he slept, she downed the vial and laid on her bed, letting go of the physical world. Her dream danced about for a time before gaining direction from her. She couldn’t find him at first, but soon, he drifted into focus, a world building around them.
He gazed at her curiously. “Hi.” He offered simply. He was always so vulnerable in dreams. So like his old self because there was no front to project to a dream.
“Hey.” She offered, a tender smile brushing the corners of her lips upwards. “How are you?”
He shrugged. “Well enough.”
“You’re unhappy then?”
Part of that front came up, as if he thought this might be real. “Of course not!” But he relaxed, because this was a dream and nothing was real. “Maybe a bit.”
She stepped closer, close enough to reach up and brush her fingers along his cheek. She could trick herself into believing she could actually feel the warmth and the scruff there. “I would fix that if I could, but I can’t.”
His eyes closed as he leaned into her ethereal hand. But this was a dream, so he didn’t pass though but the touch wasn’t what it was in life. Still. It was better than nothing. His hand closed over hers. “I miss you.”
And this was why she kept coming back. She came back to see the man she loved. But she couldn’t be here every day. She couldn’t even be here every week. It hurt to much to have him back in dreams where his phantom touch left her longing for him. But every so often, she would find him in the dream world.
“I miss you too.” She whispered, rubbing her thumb just under his lips. “More than you know.”
A feral groan left his lips and he pulled her to him, one arm hooked behind her waist and the other reached under her hair to the back of her head. He pressed his lips to hers eagerly and she met him, one arm draping across his back and the other resting gently on his chest. This was a dream that tended to follow a pattern after they started touching, so she knew what came next. There was a bed. She could almost even feel and in moments, just like in dreams, she did feel.
They laid together on the bed before he asked a question. “Why do I only get these dreams every so often? I wish I could have them every night. It’s peaceful, like the world doesn’t matter.”
She looked away, aching from his question. “Dreams are just dreams? Why do we have any dreams?”
“But this feels different. Almost.. Real. But not.”
“In the morning, you’ll forget.”
“I won’t.”
Oh, how she wished he would remember this. A spiteful part of her hoped he would remember and hurt as much as she did when she woke. Maybe he would, but it would always remain just a dream because that’s what it was and that was all it ever would be.