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"Harry, you son of a bitch." I giggled as he had me pinned to my bed.

"But I'm your son of a bitch."

I laughed, pecking his cheeks. "C'mon babe, I wanna sleep."

He smiled, rolling next to me, pulling me close. "Then go to sleep."

"Son of a bitch." I pecked his lips again, closing my eyes, drifting off to sleep.

"Harry, this was a wonderful date." I smiled, my hand in his.

Wait, why is this dream happening again? I'm happy, not dying inside anymore. I think. Instantly I let go, frozen.

"Babe, what's wrong?"

"You're going to kill me."

"What? That sounds like something Ni--... Are we having the same dream?"

"...I think we are. Wake up." I said. "I wanna see something."

I opened my eyes, staring at Harry, who was staring back at me. "That's how your nightmares would begin? We'd be on a date and I killed you?" He asked, his voice cracking.

"We did have the same dream..."

"Answer me."

"Yes." I squeaked.

He cuddled me closer, sighing. "Go back to sleep. I promise I won't kill you."

I closed my eyes, sighing.

I looked up, seeing a sweaty Harry, our clothes off. We stared at each other, before cracking up.

"Okay, who's dreaming about sex?" I asked, laughing more.

"You are. I was waiting for you and we ended up like this."

"So whenever one of us has a wet dream about the other--"

"--We would remember it and it's actually us."

This could actually prove a point. Yes, I'm still doubting him.

"Wanna continue what was started?" I smirked.

His eyes bulged. "Are you sure?"

"Definitely."

I opened my eyes, staring at Harrys.

"Best sex ever." He chuckled.

"You have a hickey." I smirked.

He got up, walking to a mirror. "Well son of a bitch. I do."

"Thanks to me." I smirked more.

He smirked back, walking over. He leaned down, slowly and gently kissing me.

A/N: I would have had it up sooner, but I fell asleep for most of the day.

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