Hi there.
This is my first try at, what I like to call, a "real story" and I guess we'll see how that turns out…
(Disclaimer: It would be really awesome if I own Harry Potter, because then I would be rich, and able to buy affection instead of having to write "real stories" for it…)
And just a note: I just wanna say, I never approved of Ron and Hermione's relationship. For the longest I thought Harry and Hermione would be together, but that was proven wrong by Harry and Ginny, another relationship I don't approve of. All I'm saying is don't be surprised if you sense some hostility….
Here goes nuthin'… I guess…
Dreaming of You
Chapter One: Deep In Thought
"I am thinking of you in my sleepless solitude tonight."
The music engulfed her as strong hands spun her around again. The night of the Valentine's Ball had arrived, but for some reason everyone was wearing masks, including the boy holding Hermione in one arm and stretched to the sky as if he was trying to catch something.
The spectators around them applauded, as if they had just done something amazing. In her mind, they had. He lifted her from the drop and gave Hermione a smile that made her heart skip a beat. He reached to remove his mask,-
Hermione shot up in bed.
It was a dream…
Again.
She moved the sheets and headed for the chest that held her clothing. It was Sunday, and she was meeting Harry, Ginny and Ron for breakfast again, and was late… again.
She and Ron had been dating since Wednesday and every day since then had been a dream come true. She'd always felt for him and never dreamed he would return the feelings. She was, in a way, certain the boy in her dreams was him. At the same time she was unsure…
The boy was the same height as him and things like that, but when the boy would simply hold her hand… it was different.
As Hermione walked down the hall she figured it was up to her to find out who the boy was.
The dream started one night with her being led to the center of the Great Hall by this masked boy and whisked into a dance that lasted only a moment. Every night since then she would dream small parts of the dance, until last night.
Last night was the end of the song. He'd turned her into a long, perfect twirl, though she hadn't danced so well in years (since Miss Grace's Young Dancers Summer School.) As she spun cross him she fell into a drop, and was caught by his arm.
(AN: I just wanna say. I've never taken an official dance class, so I don't know if these "terms" are right, or if there are terms I should be using. This is just an idea I had, sitting on the toilet. I'm sorry.)
She's seen other people in Venetian masks like the boy. But what she really took note of was the couple next to them. The girl had on a mask of innocence, but the boy had a mask of what seemed to be an evil clown.
It was an odd couple, she thought, so there must have been type of meaning behind it.
"No, of course not," Hermione said to herself, as she entered the hall.
"I'm just being stupid."
"Well, that would be a first."
Ron was suddenly in front of her. She smiled at him, and he kissed her cheek.
"How'd you sleep?"
"Alright. You?"
"It was good."
She hadn't told her about the dreams and the strange masked people she'd seen. She didn't know what he'd think. He hadn't asked her to the Ball yet, and wasn't sure he was even going to. She didn't was to pressure him; he hated that.
Hermione was so deep in thought, she walked right into Draco Malfoy and his crew of idiots. They both dropped their things. His group snickered and, like she did, expected him to proclaim a clever "mud-blood" insult.
Crabbe or Goyle, she didn't remember which was which, dropped to the floor to retrieve his things for him. Draco took his things from the boy, turned and walked out of the Great Hall. His group, obviously slow, shuffled after him.
"Better run!" Ron called after them.
Hermione thought she'd told him something, but she was deep in thought again…
Dreaming of You
I feel like this is a shorter chapter, but it probably one of my longest.
The rest of the plot may seem obvious now…. But you're WRONG!
Sorry, but of it were that easy, I never would've posted it.
Anyways, tell me what you think will happen.
Tell me that you love it.
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Just tell me something…!
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