Title: In Your Dreams
Author: Distracted mind
Rating: T
Time frame: Post-HBP
Summary: Hermione has trouble staying in reality after she has some of the greatest dreams. She seems to notice one trend though; they are haunted by one elusive person and one even more elusive gesture. Post HBP

A/N: I wrote this pre-DH, so it contains no spoilers. Any similarities between this story and DH are purely coincidental.

Disclaimer: It's not mine

Chapter 1

New Alarm Clock

"Oh Ron, I'm so proud of you," Hermione exclaimed as Ron handed her his recently completed Potions essay. It was about 9:00 pm and the Gryffindor common room was still buzzing with activity. Hermione was seated in her favorite chair by the fire reading over Ron's masterpiece. Ron was standing up, leaning against the mantle throwing leftover pieces of parchment into the fire. "This is really good"

"You sound surprised," Ron replied with a mischievous smirk plastered on his face.

"Well, maybe a little. You're not very well known for doing you're work at all, let alone finishing early," Hermione explained.

"So you're impressed?" Ron asked slowly advancing toward her.

Hermione smiled, a slight blush taking over her usually fair complexion. "Maybe a little," she said as she stood up and handed him back his essay. As the parchment exchanged hands, they brushed ever so slightly, yet it was enough to send a shiver up her spine.

"Well, I'm glad it meets your standards," Ron admits. "You're a hard woman to please."

This slightly suggestive statement caught Hermione's attention and she turned to him. "Well I- I don't think I'm that- hard to please," she stumbled, turning more or a scarlet hue this time.

"Well I think a world-class quidditch player is a pretty tough act to follow," Ron said as he inched towards her, tossing the rest of the parchment into the fading fire.

"I thought we were talking about homework," Hermione asked, trying to sound playful.

"Oh, I was." He was starting to get close. "The last paper I wrote was about world-class quidditch players." Ron said matter-of-factly, almost on top of Hermione.

"Oh," She mouthed breathlessly. She could no longer move. Although there was plenty of space everywhere else around her, the space directly in front of her was currently occupied by her favorite, beautiful red-head. This fact seemed to paralyze Hermione. She could feel his breath on her face. She felt a chill run down her spine when Ron brushed a stray hair out of her face. He was so close to her, it was almost unnerving. She couldn't understand why she was always in control, except when she was around Ron. She scrambled, anxiously trying to recover her composure. "Um, I don't think I got to see that one; what class was it for; wow is it hot in here or is it ju..."

"Shhhh," She noticed a finger lightly placed upon her lips. It was simple, yet seemed to render Hermione speechless, which was exactly what Ron had intended. "You know," he responded, "you talk too much."

Hermione knew what was coming next. How could she not? She had only dreamed about it since fourth year. And now it seemed that her dream was finally about to come true. He stepped closer to her and slid one arm tenderly around her waist while the other made it's way to brush a delicate tendril from her face. He looked into her eyes and, as if to tease her even more, licked his lips. He was driving her crazy. He leaned down toward her ear. His hot breath tickled her face. He smelled faintly of parchment, freshly cut grass, and sweat. She assumed he had been outside flying, and it was absolutely intoxicating. She closed her eyes, taking it all in.

"Maybe I'll let you read it sometime," he whispered.

She noticed that her arms were still dangling lifelessly at her sides. She placed a hand gently on his bicep and the other lightly touched his face. "I'd like that," she was finally able to choke out.

Ron grinned and started to lean in. Hermione closed her eyes again, preparing for the fire that threatened to completely consume her, when suddenly Ron shouted "Hermione, what do you think you're doing?" in an uncharacteristically loud, feminine voice.

"What?" Hermione asked relatively befuddled by Ron's sudden outburst. Ron suddenly turned into Ginny...

Hermione sat up in her bed. She noticed Ginny frantically running around the room, getting ready. "What's the rush, Gin?" Hermione asked with a yawn.

"What's the rush?" Ginny repeated scoffingly, "Wedding, remember? Honestly, don't tell me you've forgotten."

"What about breakfast?" Hermione asked beginning to gain her bearings and climb out of bed.

"You slept through breakfast. I figured you wouldn't mind though. Seemed like you were having a pretty good dream," Ginny replied, finally stopping and glancing at Hermione with a sizable grin on her face. "Who is he?"

Hermione took on a scarlet blush fit for a Weasley. "What are you talking about?" Hermione asked, avoiding Ginny's eyes.

"Oh, come off it. I heard you. Something about homework and being hard to please. Those things in addition to the huge grin, well it doesn't take an idiot to figure it out," Ginny responded matter-of-factly. "And you know I'm not an idiot."

"Well, I, uh... oh no, I'd better get ready. We'll have to continue this later Gin," answered Hermione.

"Brilliant dodge, Hermione," Ginny said, rolling her eyes. "And you can count on it."

"See you," said Hermione, her grin widening. "Great dream," Hermione muttered to herself once Ginny had left the room. She climbed out of bed and began to get ready for the day.

A/N: Hopefully you could tell that Hermione was at the Weasley's and they were about to have a wedding. If you've read HBP, then you know whose wedding it is, otherwise I won't say anything, yet. But I can't make any promises for any of the other chapters. So get reading!