By the end of the week Harry still hadn't explained his frightening dream to her. He felt that if he did it would entirely change the nature of their relationship. He felt like he was finally getting a grip on it and he didn't want that weaken and slip.

"Harry?" Gwen questioned him quietly one night in the common room. She was dressed in a silky nightgown and her hair was down in waves over her shoulders. Harry wanted to run to her, take her in his arms and ravish her that instant. When he turned sixteen, it was if someone had turned on the hormonal switch. He couldn't get the sexy thoughts of Gwen out of his head and the clingy material of her nightgown wasn't helping any.

"Yes." He replied after a moment's hesitation filled with irresistible thoughts.

"I wanted to ask you what your dream was about."

"Oh."

"You don't have to tell me. I just wanted to know what would make you fly cross-country to Hogwarts. Just for me."

"It was awful." He said simply.

She took his hand in hers. "I'm here, I'm ok."

"I know and I'm very glad Gwen, but something's different about you. About us."

"Us?" She asked quietly.

"Can't you feel it?" He asked with passion. "I'm in love with you Gwen."

She sighed deeply and closed her eyes. "I know that Harry."

"But you don't know. You think you know. I know you've been to see Gemma again. You always seem different after a visit with her. I know this was a big visit."

"It was." She said amazed that Harry knew her almost as well as her mother did.

"Listen, I know you chose Corwin. I resigned myself to that. It will be easier with him and I understand all of the reasons why you did it. But you can't deny that we have something."

Gwen looked at him startled. Of course there was an intense chemistry between them and it was building every day that they spent together. Since Corwin had graduated he would not be returning to distract her from Harry again. However he sent owls every day with pages and pages of love letters, enough so that she could ignore the aching sensation that Harry left in her belly.

"Harry, I can't. I don't know what to do."

"If you're going to be with him then be with him. Don't let me stop you."

"Harry, please."

"Damnit Gwen, what do you want from me?"

"Harry, I am Guenivere. You're my Lancelot and Corwin is my King Arthur."

He looked at her deeply for a moment. She was sobbing uncontrollably now and he didn't know what to do. He wanted to comfort her with an arm wrapped around her shoulder, but he thought that it would only complicate matters more. He was right in his assumption, but his lack of physical contact with her did not stop the emotional damage.

Both of them were hurting and Gwen had never been so confused in her entire confusing life.

To be continued in Episode Thirty Four