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10-23-2012 -- [Well, a pleasant dream, even if most of it has to be hidden from view of children.]

I'm Harry Potter, and I seem to be in a house somewhere with a large sliding glass door, but it is no real home I have ever been in. It is dark, and late at night. There is something going on, people visiting or something. Just what it is isn't clear. But these people (monsters? aliens?) that are visiting are locked into one area, and I am simply trying to go for a visit.

Somebody, probably Poppy Pomfrey, is telling me I'm not allowed, and it is just really annoying me. I keep trying to sneak in, with no success. Soon Neville Longbottom has joined me, and he isn't getting anywhere, either. But after a bit we talk about it, and come to the conclusion that if they don't want to be disturbed, we should leave them alone, and we're only mad at being told "No." We acknowledge we're being childish, and so we leave, and head to bed.

But I'm still annoyed, even if I can admit to myself that I am being childish, and I decide to do something about it. In this dream version of Hogwarts, there are lots of the older kids sneaking around into each others rooms at night for some fun, but being Harry Potter, and alternately hated and nearly worshiped, I have never come in for any of that. I just start kind of willing somebody to make a mistake.

Spoiler for Sexual content:

So I sense Susan Bones out in the hallways, and she's going to see her boyfriend (no idea who it is, and I don't want to know) and she sneaks into the Gryffindor dorms, and makes her way to my sleeping pallet by mistake. It is pitch black, and I am feigning sleep, as Susan makes her way under the covers and starts to give me a blow job. I feign slowly waking up, and groan a little bit in pleasure.

Soon she climbs on top of me, and starts to ride me. I shift my hands every now and then between her ass and her hips, helping her in her motions. Eventually, I speak up. I can't remember exactly what I said, but something along the lines of "Not that I mind at all, but who ...?" She stiffens for a moment, realizing she is in the wrong bed, but the sex has been very good, and almost immediately she continues, riding me until we both reach a satisfying completion, then I gather her in my arms and we just cuddle in the dark.

Time passes very quickly, and it is now the next night. This time I have snuck into Hufflepuff, and I think I've tried to find Susan's sleeping pallet, and settle in to wait for her. But it isn't Susan who shows up, but her best friend Hannah Abbott, and another Hufflepuff, instead. They climb into 'bed' with me, kind of giggling in a teen girl sort of way, and are both laying on top of me, playing with me with one hand while they stroke each other with the other. I find myself fingering them, and we're all having a good time, even if there is no full sex involved, this time.

And then it is morning again, and I find myself standing in front of a mirror, painting my face blue with a paint roller while Susan is dressing up as a properly made up clown. Susan is doing some sort of show or gig, and I am painting myself to support her, but with a paint roller? I am getting paint in my nose, making it hard to breath, and over my glasses, making it hard to see.

And then suddenly I am Susan, and I realize I have got my clown pants on inside out, and the seams are very visible. I'm pulling them off, turning them right-side-out, and preparing to put them back on again. Problem is, they are very tight. Somehow I find myself looking down at a very small Gideon Bible, and am considering sticking it in my garter belt before I pull on the pants. Just very odd.