Chapter 1: The Dream
Harry's POV
Harry Potter woke up with a start. There was a cold sweet sweeping his entire body... usually when Harry would wake up like this it was accompinied by a raging headache; however this time Harry had this pleasent unfullfilled feeling seeping into his core.
As he sat up he tried to remember his dream... he knew that it was a dream not a nightmare 'good,' he thought to himself 'at least i know that much'. As he pondered what his dream could be he started to recollect bits and pieces. He remembered a bed and a room were a breeze rolled in though a open window, the curtains flapping intime. He remembered gazing out the window then sudenly his vision slowly started raking the end of the bed where his feet lay, but much to his suprise lay another set of feet seemingly more interesting... these legs curved gracefully and contained no hair they were intertwined with his. He smiled to himself how pleasent this dream was... his fingers traveled the path of his eyes were traveling up the thighs of this beautifully kinky witch. 'Yes' he smiled to himself 'i know that much too'. His hands settled on her hip only a small part of a sheet kept his eyes of a prize he knew was worth waiting a while to see, 'but not to long' he said to himself. He felt the urge to kiss just below her belly botton, so he did, the reaction for the witch took his breath away. She took an intake of breath hissing through her teeth latching her hands to his head pulling him closer and holding him there at the same time. He smiled into her slowly kissing, nipping, and licking his way up... then the sheet got in the way again. 'Always at the worst spots' he seethed to himself as she let go of his head, 'all in do time'. It was then he started to notice something very familiar about this perticular witch... curly brown soft hair was drapped everywhere... his heart began to pound his gaze continued to travel up as he held onto her for dear life. As his emerald eyes captured those golden brown ones he let out a deep breath he had not know he was holding in. The witch smiled at him loveling... his world shattered. She stuffed her hands in his hair pulling him a tiny bit closer, she opened her mouth
" Do you love me Harry," her face was serious but her eyes were smiling as if she already knew the answer but was asking anyways "Do you love me forever?"
Harry pulled himself out of his dream world once again.
"Hermione" he actually had said it outloud and it was like had never said it before in his life. Her question kept repeating in his head over and over again tormenting him
'do you love me Harry?' He knew that he did of course, but he had never thought of it in that context before. He ponder this for awhile could he love Hermione, could he be in love with her. Then the thought one word that made his entire thought process stop 'Ron'. Hermione loved Ron so what did it matter if Harry loved Hermione... she could never love someone like him someone so damaged, someone who didn't know how to love right. It was safer anyways for her... 'That's it' harry tried to calm himself ' i will not think on this any further... i do not love her'. He set his head back down on his pillow trying to fall asleep. However the promise he had made to himself all but fell apart as soon as it did, because Harry began to play the dream again over and over again in his head.
When the sun came up Harry was still thinking of Hermione.. it was thirty minutes before Harry realized that the sun had come out. 'Damn' he said to himself then he continued out loud without realizing it "I do love Hermione...Shit!"
Little did Harry Potter know that doing that exact night Hermione Granger was also soked in a cold sweat... She had the same dream as Harry only hers had not ended like his and she had not woken up till some time later.