They say that you reach a point in your life when everything is right. It's the pinnacle, when the whole lot that is your life just rolls smoothly. And you have everything going for you. Of course, it all comes crashing down right afterwards and then you're miserable for weeks, or months. And then something positively fantastic happens, or you reach all the little boring bits when it's not good or bad. So on and so forth on the roller coaster of life.
Ronald Weasley was not at that pinnacle. Harry was peacefully sleeping in his bed (for once), but Ron couldn't sleep, he was having yet another quarrel with Hermione, he was behind is all his classes, he had a Potions essay due in approximately seven hours, and the cherry on top: it was raining. Basically, the sullen redhead curled up in a chair in the Gryffindor common room felt like shit. He was attempting to write his Potions essay, but without Hermione to help him plus his lack of sleep, crushed all hope. He silently wished Hermione would come down and save him. But then there was the fact that they were fighting. Damn! Why did they have to be fighting now? Why not tomorrow when it might be mildly entertaining? As thoughts swirled in his head he drifted into sleep.
When Ron saw Hermione come down the stairs his heart leapt into his throat. On the verge of apologizing, Ron went down on bended knee. Hermione sidled up to him, smiled and announced, "I forgive you." Ron leapt up and hugged her. Hermione pulled away and kissed him passionately. Yeah, was the only thought going through Ron's head, until she suddenly turned into Snape. Ron shrieked, and the Hermione-Snape grinned maliciously and cackled, throwing it's head back.
"Ron! Ron! Wake up!" a familiar voice echoed in his head and dissolved the peculiar nightmare.
"Huh? Wha?" Ron was jerked out of sleep and greeted by Harry's stern gaze.
"You scream like a girl, mate," Harry pointed out; a mocking grin broke through his look of concern.
" Oh, bug off," Ron glared as he threw a cushion at Harry.
"Hello Harry," Hermione interrupted. She walked off without even a glance at Ron. Ron shuddered, remembering his dream.
"What you two arguing about now?" Harry sighed.
"You know what?" Ron furrowed his brow quizzically, "I can't even remember now."
Harry heaved another sigh, and scurried to breakfast. Before Ron caught up with him, he snatched his essay, noticing a neat stack of notes with a message attached. It read 'To Ron.'
At breakfast, instead of his usual scarfing down food routine, Ron pondered. That dream had been bizarre: Hermione, kissing him? That was weird. He hadn't liked that weird over-assertive dream-Hermione. The real Hermione was too much already. He didn't need one in his dreams. Why did he dream about her anyway? It wasn't that he loved her, of course not. He couldn't even begin to think of her as more that a friend. Right? Ugh, this thinking was hurting Ron's brain. The creepy part was when Snape was there. Must've been because of the essay, the little voice in his head remarked suggestively. Shit! The essay! Ron searched through his stuff and found his paper, as well the mysterious notes. Taking out a quill, Ron began his essay with the help of the notes. He thanked whatever wonderful, fantastic person had given them to him. And Hermione watched with a strange look on her face.
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By the way this story has chapters. Um… I will continue Golden Zephyr for those who are wondering. I will make it my duty this fic is not all mushy fluff. There should be mystery or drama or something too. And PLEASE! REVIEW! I will be so grateful. And if you want I'll read and review your story to return the favor. I'd again like to thank EWlookalike, the only person to ever review me! Yeah, so please R&R, constructive criticism and all that.
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