"What Dreams Are Made Of"
By Close2MiiHeart
Summery: One-shot song-fic. Fred and Hermione!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, that belongs to the loverly J.K. Rowling, who brought me my beloved Harry Potter, and the song belongs to the people who wrote it from the Lizzie McGuire movie. Please don't sue me.
A/N: I wrote this really early this morning and I thought it was kinda cute. I hope you all like it!
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Have you ever seen such a beautiful night?
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Hermione Granger laid down in the grass in the back yard of The Burrow, and put her head on Fred Weasley's chest. She loved how good it felt to just lay there, looking at the stars, just being together.
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I could almost kiss the stars, for shining so bright
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"The stars are so beautiful," Fred said.
"Wow, Fred Weasley being sentimental! Who would've thought?" Hermione said, smirking.
"Ha ha ha, very funny," he said, then he laughed. He loved seeing her so happy.
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When I see you smiling I go, oh, oh, oh
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They continued to lay there, neither of them talking, just staring up at the stars, wondering what the future had in store for them.
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I would never want to miss this - In my heart, I know what this is
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"Hey look, a shooting star," Hermione said, sitting up and pointing to the sky.
"Make a wish," Fred whispered.
Hermione closed her eyes and thought, 'I wish we could stay like this forever.'
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This is what dreams are made of - This is what dreams are made of
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Hermione laid back down next to Fred, and grabbed his hand.
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I've got somewhere I belong - I've got somebody to love
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"I suppose we have to go inside now," Hermione said sadly, while letting go of his hand and sitting up again. She didn't want this to end.
"Not if you don't want to."
Hermione looked over at The Burrow, then down at Fred. Then she grabbed his hand again and leaned down and kissed him.
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This is what dreams are made of
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A/N: So what did you think? Please review!