From the black shapes that filled his mind with sleep, there was suddenly a light. It shone yellow in his mind, but quickly turned to an angelic glow surrounding the figure that most often haunted his dreams. He had slept silently, peacefully tonight, in a dreamless state that spoke of absolute contentment. But now he was glad to see her beautiful face in his mind.
When he spoke, he wasn't aware that he also formed the words outside his dream, mumbling softly, "Andromeda..." In his dream, his hand stretched out for her own. Much to his surprise, she let him take it, and he relished just the thought of touching her. She was his now. She really was! No more of these hopeless dreams, where in the past he was barely allowed to look at her. Now he was hers to look at, think about, to touch and kiss and everything. Merlin's pants, it certainly felt like he was still in a dream.
"Romeo?"
She sounded more anxious now; a frown tipped the corners of his mouth down. Oh Merlin maybe it ALL was a dream. And she sounded distressed because, of course, like in all his happy dreams, it had to end with getting beaten up by Sirius or being violently rejected in favor of someone else. Couldn't any of his dreams end happily for once?
"Romeo?"
Finally, at the second insistent murmur of his name, one greenish gray eye opened ever so slightly, squinting at the figure barely illuminated by the moonlight, who had her hand on his shoulder. He could feel her hand on his shoulder. Another moment and he realized this definitely meant he wasn't dreaming anymore.
He jerked upright, slamming his head against one of the dark wooden poles that held the curtains around his bed; her hand slipped off his shoulder, and though he winced in the sudden pain throbbing at both his temples, he whispered in return, "Andromeda? W-wh-wh-what are you d-doing here?" He asked, eyes bleary with sleep as he stared at her as if she were an apparition summoned solely to confuse the hell out of him. "It's.. w-what are you doing in my d-dorm?" He was completely unable to control his stutter: the surprise absolutely did that to him. Another perk was the sudden raging butterflies in his stomach, and the rush of hormones that made him think of what was either the best case or worst case scenario as to why she was here.
"Are you a-all right?" He asked softly, a moment later, getting his bearings.