I poured myself a large cup of coffee at breakfast, because I kept waking up in the middle of the night to change. My brown hair fell straight down my face. My blue eyes were tired and my makeup could've been better. Even my Gryffindor tie has seen better days. It was wrinkled and lazily hung around my neck, untied. I drank my coffee with my face resting in my hand, eyes drooping every so often.
"You look tired, Hchee." George stated, shooting a concerned look at me.
"She kept waking up every hour to change. Woke me up every time too." Katie said yawning. I kind of felt bad for waking her up, but I was too tired to really care.
"Why? Having a fashion show in you dreams?" Fred joked, poking me in the side. Oh if only he knew.
"No, just dreams." I say stuffing a sausage into my mouth, vaguely reminding me of my dream last night. I pushed that thought out of my head while I continued to chew.
"Like a...wet dream?" Lee said, wiggling his eyebrows in my direction.
"What's a wet dream?" I ask, taking another sip of my coffee. The twins and Lee burst out in laughter.
"It's when you do it in your dream, you wake up having to change your pants." Fred explained. My face burned red. Fuck. These boys can see right through me.
"Oh-um...no." I barely managed to get out. I should've been more confident. I mentally curse myself and take another sip of coffee, trying to hide my red face.
"Oh. My. God. You had a wet dream didn't you?!" Angelina questions, getting excited. My face goes maroon.
"Um-"
"She had like fifteen, Angie. She woke up literally every hour to change." Alicia chimes in. Godric Gryffindor don't they know when to stop?
"No-"
"Who was it about?" Katie asks, giggling a bit.
"Holly Potter had a wet dree-am! Holly Potter had a wet dree-am!" Lee and the twins tease, basically screaming it to the whole Great hall. I pounded my head into the table, only causing the group to giggle more.
"You had a wet dream? About who?" Harry asked, as he had just waltzed into the Great Hall, only to hear the screams of the twins and Lee.
"Me, of course." A voice sneered from behind Harry. We both look back to see Draco Malfoy, with a smug look on his face.
"In your wet dreams, Malfoy." I scoff, turning back to my food. Draco rolls his eyes and leaves. The group dropped the subject and we began to talk about classes, quidditch, the tournament, basically anything you can think of except my wet dream.
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Lee and I are on our way to our second potions class of the day, barf. The twins had another free period. Lucky bastards.
"Sooooo," Lee starts.
"Sooooo?" I ask.
"You gonna tell me who your wet dream was about?" He nudges me in the side, raising his eyebrows up and down. I roll my eyes.
"No." I say flatly.
"Why? Is it me?"
"No! Lee! It's not about you."
"Then who was it about?" He pushes.
"I'm not telling you."
"Why not?"
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Never Second Best
Fiksi PenggemarHolly Potter was the older sister of Harry Potter. Voldemort never tried to kill her. He didn't even pose a threat to her. She presumes he doesn't even know she exists. Which also means, most of the wizarding world doesn't know who she is. Naturally...
