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Her dreams were bliss absolute bliss.

His hands pulled through her hair, knotting it as they went. His lips just soft enough to not hurt – his stubble what stubble? she felt her lips part as his tongue skittered across the surface of them.

Then she frowned as she woke up the midnight kiss was a dream – a far away dream of love, lust, and her long-lost boyfriend Harry Potter. The dream of the last kiss she got, before he left to find the Horcrux’s. Oh how she wanted to kiss him like that again.