Harriet Potter 1

Corridors and dungeons

Harriet was walking down a long dimly lit corridor

She turned a corner and was met by another corridor.

She followed the endless corridor knowing somehow instinctively that it was important.

Ahead of her was a door.

She reached out, placing an eager palm on the doorknob.

The door swung open to reveal the dungeon.

"Potter you are late again. Today I am going to teach you about arriving on time."

He put a palm on her back, pushing her forward so she bent forward over the teacher's desk.

With a flick of his wand her panties were gone.

"You will come when I tell you to, no earlier and no later."

"Yes, Professor."

He was on his knees behind her.

He traced a tongue up her inner thighs until she trembled with need.

His mouth was on her core.

She clung to the edge of the desk, her knuckles aching with the force of her grip.

His tongue traced her entrance before travelling to her clit.

Then her whole body was being shaken.

She woke to find Hermione peering down at her.

"We're you having another nightmare?"

"Um - yes?"

"I thought so. I heard you moaning in your sleep again."

"Erm yeah. Same old nightmare."

"Hmm you always seem to have more nightmares after occlumency."

"Yeah well I would expect so after my brain is being attacked."

Harriet's mind returned to her dream. Mmm if only she could just roll over and go back to sleep.

What was she thinking! It was Snape!

"Harriet!"

"Yes, yes I'm -" Harriet stopped before completing that sentence. "I'm on my way."

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In Divination, Ron flipped open his dream diary "alright Harri, let's see what is in store for me this week."

The room buzzed with the low sound of student voices.

The incense filled room was making Harriet drowsy.

The dim light of the room was almost like the hallway in her dream.

"I'm starting to notice a common theme here Potter."

He strode towards her, his steps slow and predatory.

He continued to approach her as he spoke "first you vanish my shirt, then you suggest a visit to my room."

The dim light of the dark dungeon caressed his bare marble chest.

They were so close now that they shared breath.

"Tell me what you want, Potter."

Harriet's breath was trapped in her chest.

He took her small hand in his large one, placing it against the bare skin of his torso. He dragged her palm lower until it met his belt.

Ow!

She was woken by a rough kick in the legs from Ron.

Harriet looked up to find the whole class craning their necks to look at her and a jittery Trelawney looking down at her with comically magnified eyes.

"I can see that you have had a most interesting dream my dear, please share it with the class. The inner eye tells me that it was a prophetic dream!" Trelawney's voice quavered with apparent excitement.

Harriet's face burned "I really don't think so somehow" she muttered.

"Girl, it is the responsibility of those with the gift to share what they see" Trelawney insisted in mysterious tones.

Harriet sighed. It was clear that Trelawney would not give up until Harriet had given her what she wanted to hear.

Harriet hurried to speak, saying the first thing she could think of "Well I was um playing quidditch -"

She watched as Trelawney's excited mouth turned downward.

"-and I fell off my broom. I was really badly injured too?"

"Did you perhaps die in this dream?" Trelawney asked excitedly.

"Erm I'm not sure actually."

Trelawney's lips pursed.

"Maybe?" Harriet added hopefully.

"The inner eye tells me that you can expect your dream to reach fruition in the near future" Trelawney exclaimed.

Ron dissolved into a fit of coughing that sounded suspiciously like a laugh.

Harriet, however did not join in.