At first he thought it part of his dream. The intoxicating sensation of undulating pressure around his nether regions blended in smoothly with the actions of his dream-lover, and he let himself enjoy the ministrations that left him breathless. Yet when he called out his dream-lover's name, a hiss of dismay whispered of realised disappointment.

"And here I thought you were so happy to see me again," a wickedly forked tongue tickled at his ear in reproving tones.

Harry didn't have enough energy left to scream.