None of the characters in this story belong to me. They are the creations of JK Rowling. The song "Never Had a
Dream Come True" is by S Club 7. Enjoy.
~~~Everybody's got something they had to leave behind
One regret from yesterday that just seems to grow with time~~~
Harry, Hermione and Ron were doing their homework in the common room one January evening. Snow blew
around the tower, making them all feel very glad to be inside near the fire.
Harry smiled. Hermione was helping Ron with his Herbology homework, pointing out how obvious it really was.
Harry knew that perhaps his two friends had been growing... closer... these past few weeks, but he knew that they
would be the last people to admit their feelings. And plus, Hermione was still officially with Viktor Krum. He
turned back to his Potions essay, still smiling slightly. He had no problem with the idea of his two friends together,
but he was always slightly afraid that if they ever did get together that they'd fight and never speak to each other
again.
Harry's own love life was a bit of a failure. He had all but forgotten Cho Chang, but... he thought it was a bit
pathetic to be a fifth year and still never have had a real girlfriend. And then there was Ginny. Harry sighed as he
looked over at her. She was so pretty... he shook himself mentally. She was Ron's little sister. He knew that. And
he knew Ron would never let him near her. But somehow... it was getting very difficult for Harry to remember all
of that.
***
Hermione sat next to Ron on the sofa, showing him how to do his Herbology homework properly. As a fifth year,
Hermione was still very much Hermione, and she had no idea how Ron could neglect his school work so much.
Although, on this particular night she was not as focused as usual. She was expecting a letter from Viktor. They
still exchanged letters once a week, but Hermione was starting to wish vaguely that she had never gone out with
Viktor in the first place. She was starting to wish that she had never gone to Bulgaria at all. She wished she'd just
left the whole thing behind her in her fourth year. That year had been terrible enough. Did she really have to
remind herself of it every time she saw Viktor's handwriting?
And then there were all those fights she'd gotten into with Ron recently. She had to admit that most of them had
been over Viktor. She had hated him, and he had hated her, but they had worked it out eventually, to Harry's
relief. Hermione looked over at Harry. He was smiling slightly, which Hermione found odd. What was he smiling
about? He was doing Potions homework, after all...
***
Ron tried to concentrate as Hermione explained his Herbology work to him. But he couldn't. He knew Hermione
was all tensed up because she was expecting a letter from Viktor. Ron scowled. He had always hated Viktor
Krum, and he didn't like the way he treated Hermione. Not that he treated Hermione badly, it was just... well,
Hermione deserved more.
Every day Ron was regretting the times he'd teased Hermione over Krum. He should have stopped, he knew
Hermione hated it, but he just couldn't. And every day Ron was more afraid that Hermione was in love with Krum.
He had odd dreams where they all had to go to Bulgaria to watch Hermione marry Viktor... dreams that were
more like nightmares. Ron had no idea why this upset him so much... he just didn't like the idea of Hermione
kissing someone so much older than her. After all, he would be twenty next year, and she was still at school! Ron
scowled again and went back to trying to concentrate on the Herbology homework.
***
Harry, Hermione and Ron looked up when they heard a tapping at the window. It was a very tired looking owl,
holding two letters. Hermione jumped up, books and papers falling to the floor, and opened the window. A flurry
of snow came in on the cold wind. The owl flew in and collapsed on the floor. Hermione snatched the letters,
saying distractedly, "Ron, give it some food will you?". She sat down in an armchair and opened the first letter.
Ron got up, complaining under his breath, and went up to his dorm to get some owl treats. Harry tried to pretend
he wasn't watching Hermione.
Hermione opened the first letter. Ron came down the stairs with some food for the owl and sat on the floor to feed
it. Hermione read the letter quickly, and her brow furrowed. She read it again, more slowly, as if she couldn't
believe what she was reading. At last, with trembling hands, she ripped open the other letter. Ron watched her,
bewildered. As she read the second letter, which was much longer than the first, she started shaking. All of a
sudden she threw the letters into the fire and ran out of the portrait hole.
Ron looked at Harry. "Is she mad?" he said. "Is she absolutely stark raving mad?"
"I don't know," said Harry. "She might be if she's run out into that weather without a coat on. What do you think
was in that letter?"
Ron just shook his head silently. All of a sudden he stood up and grabbed his coat from the back of a chair.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked in amazement.
"Going to find her," said Ron gruffly, grabbing Hermione's coat as well. "I don't want anything to happen to her."
And with that, he was gone.
Harry frowned, and then smiled. He was sure the two of them would have quite a story to tell when they got back.
~~~There's no use looking back or wondering
How it could be now or might have been
All this I know, but still I can't find ways to let you go~~~
Ron trudged through the snow. It was the heaviest snowfall he had seen in his life, and even with his coat on he
was freezing. He knew he had to find Hermione, or she might catch pneumonia or something. "No one else is mad
enough to be out in this weather," he said to himself. And then he saw her.
She was sitting by the edge of the lake. Her hair hid most of her face, and her knees were hugged right up to her
body. Ron ran over to her.
"Hermione, what the hell do you think you're doing?" he shouted at her, and pulled her to her feet.
"Ron?" she said quietly. "Oh, leave me alone Ron, I just want to be by myself." Ron could see she was crying.
"No, I'm not leaving. Something must really be wrong if you go out without a coat on in the coldest bloody winter
this century!" He wrapped her coat around her shoulders. "Now," he said. "Do you want to talk about this here, or
go back up to the castle?"
"I don't want to talk about it at all, Ron!" cried Hermione. "Would you get that through your thick skull? I don't
want to talk to you, or to anyone."
"Well, that's tough," said Ron angrily. "You can't just scare Harry and me out of our wits and then not talk to one
of us. I hate seeing you crying, you don't know how uncomfortable it makes me, but you have to talk to someone.
Now, come and sit down," he said, leading her over to a bench. She sat down. "And tell me what was in that
letter."
"Can't you just leave me alone, Ron?" Hermione snapped, "It's not as if you don't have enough work to do."
"Oh, that's rich. I come out here to stop you freezing to death, and you tell me to go and do my homework.
Brilliant."
They sat there in silence until Hermione said, "Viktor dumped me."
"And it made you that upset?" Ron asked quietly. He was terrified of what they answer might be, although he
didn't know why.
"No," said Hermione in a very low voice. "No, I wouldn't have minded that so much, I mean it's not as if I wanted
to marry him or anything, but -" she broke off.
"For God's sake, Hermione are you going to tell me or aren't you?" Ron said desperately. "If he hurt you, I'll -"
"Ron!" said Hermione. "All right, I'll tell you... The other letter was from Viktor's sister. We became quite good
friends when I was in Bulgaria. She's our age, you see. Well, closer to Ginny maybe, but... anyway. She wrote to
me to tell me that..." Hermione's voice trailed off and her eyes filled with tears again. "She said that she had to tell
me the truth... that she had seen Viktor kissing another girl... and...."
"And that's why he dumped you?" Ron asked incredulously. "Just so he could go out with some other girl?"
"It's not quite that simple..." Hermione said, looking as if she couldn't find the right words. "His sister saw him kiss
this other girl... two months ago."
"What?" Ron gasped. "That bastard was two timing you?"
"Ron -" Hermione started to say, but Ron interrupted her.
"I mean, what the hell was he thinking? What the hell did he think he was doing treating you like that? No one can
treat you like that! I mean, that complete bastard! Well, you don't need him, Hermione. You don't need anyone
that bloody well stupid."
Hermione was trying not to smile. "Ron, I'm not going to say anything about the number of swear words you just
used -"
"Good."
" -but it's not that he was going out with this other girl. That's not what upset me. As such."
Ron looked confused. "What was it then? I mean you have every right to be upset that he was cheating on you..."
Ron trailed off as tears filled Hermione's eyes again. "For God's sake, Hermione. If there's something worrying
you-"
"Yes, yes, I know. I should tell you. I know." Hermione took a deep breath. "I really can't believe I'm saying this
to you of all people..." She paused. "The thing... the thing is that... well, you know Viktor's sister said she saw him
kissing this girl?"
"Yeah. What about it?"
"Well, you see... he never actually kissed me."
Ron just stared. "You went out with him for almost six months and he never kissed you? Never?"
"No." Hermione looked as if she was about to cry again, so Ron tried again.
"You see, Hermione. You don't need a git like that. You don't need someone who makes you feel like this." He
paused, and then asked tentatively, "You don't love him, do you?"
"Oh, honestly, Ron, of course I don't," said Hermione, sounding like her old self again. "He was.. nice, I suppose.
And it's not a big thing that he didn't kiss me. I just wondered... am I really that unattractive?"
Ron stared at her. "Hermione, can you hear what you're saying?"
Hermione just gave him a disdainful look. "Can you think of any other reason? It must be me... I mean, it's not as if
anyone has ever kissed me at all, and Lavender and Parvati have been kissed. It must be me."
"I can't believe you're saying this, Hermione," Ron said in amazement. "The only reason Lavender and Parvati have
been kissed is because they do the kissing themselves. They just throw themselves on the boys." Ron felt himself
blush. He wasn't used to talking about things like this. "You were never like that. And that makes you a much
better person, you know." He sighed. "Isn't there anything I can say to show you that it's not just you."
"No. There isn't."
Ron sighed again. "Then I'm afraid you leave me no choice," he said. She looked up, confused, and Ron leaned
over and kissed her. It lasted for perhaps longer than Ron had intended, but at last he pulled away.
"Ron..." said Hermione quietly.
"What?" said Ron, grinning. "You didn't believe me! What could I do?"
"You're really proud of yourself now, aren't you," said Hermione, trying to keep a straight face.
"Yep," said Ron happily. "Are you going to come to your senses and come back to the common room now?"
"Yes," said Hermione sheepishly. "I'm sorry about that. And... thanks." She smiled, and Ron felt himself turning
red again. They got up, and Ron took her hand. They began to walk back up to the castle, when Hermione
stopped.
"What?" Ron asked.
"We're not going to tell Harry about this, are we?" asked Hermione slowly.
"No," said Ron. "No, I don't think so."
And together they returned to Gryffindor common room and Herbology homework.
~~~I never had a dream come true
Till the day that I found you~~~
A/N: Yay! R/H fluff! There will be more chapters to do with their life after Hogwarts etc. This is just basically a
break for me after all that poisoning stuff in my other fic. And I have no new ideas for that. So, I've written this
just to pass the time. To anyone who enjoyed this: take a trip on the Good Ship R/H.
www.sugarquill.com/goodshiprh, I think. Only R/H and H/G fanfic, it's paradise! And, yes, I am an S Club 7 fan. I
have also found that this is one song that practically everyone in the world likes. One of those things. Anyway,
long live R/H, and please R/R.
Dream Come True" is by S Club 7. Enjoy.
~~~Everybody's got something they had to leave behind
One regret from yesterday that just seems to grow with time~~~
Harry, Hermione and Ron were doing their homework in the common room one January evening. Snow blew
around the tower, making them all feel very glad to be inside near the fire.
Harry smiled. Hermione was helping Ron with his Herbology homework, pointing out how obvious it really was.
Harry knew that perhaps his two friends had been growing... closer... these past few weeks, but he knew that they
would be the last people to admit their feelings. And plus, Hermione was still officially with Viktor Krum. He
turned back to his Potions essay, still smiling slightly. He had no problem with the idea of his two friends together,
but he was always slightly afraid that if they ever did get together that they'd fight and never speak to each other
again.
Harry's own love life was a bit of a failure. He had all but forgotten Cho Chang, but... he thought it was a bit
pathetic to be a fifth year and still never have had a real girlfriend. And then there was Ginny. Harry sighed as he
looked over at her. She was so pretty... he shook himself mentally. She was Ron's little sister. He knew that. And
he knew Ron would never let him near her. But somehow... it was getting very difficult for Harry to remember all
of that.
***
Hermione sat next to Ron on the sofa, showing him how to do his Herbology homework properly. As a fifth year,
Hermione was still very much Hermione, and she had no idea how Ron could neglect his school work so much.
Although, on this particular night she was not as focused as usual. She was expecting a letter from Viktor. They
still exchanged letters once a week, but Hermione was starting to wish vaguely that she had never gone out with
Viktor in the first place. She was starting to wish that she had never gone to Bulgaria at all. She wished she'd just
left the whole thing behind her in her fourth year. That year had been terrible enough. Did she really have to
remind herself of it every time she saw Viktor's handwriting?
And then there were all those fights she'd gotten into with Ron recently. She had to admit that most of them had
been over Viktor. She had hated him, and he had hated her, but they had worked it out eventually, to Harry's
relief. Hermione looked over at Harry. He was smiling slightly, which Hermione found odd. What was he smiling
about? He was doing Potions homework, after all...
***
Ron tried to concentrate as Hermione explained his Herbology work to him. But he couldn't. He knew Hermione
was all tensed up because she was expecting a letter from Viktor. Ron scowled. He had always hated Viktor
Krum, and he didn't like the way he treated Hermione. Not that he treated Hermione badly, it was just... well,
Hermione deserved more.
Every day Ron was regretting the times he'd teased Hermione over Krum. He should have stopped, he knew
Hermione hated it, but he just couldn't. And every day Ron was more afraid that Hermione was in love with Krum.
He had odd dreams where they all had to go to Bulgaria to watch Hermione marry Viktor... dreams that were
more like nightmares. Ron had no idea why this upset him so much... he just didn't like the idea of Hermione
kissing someone so much older than her. After all, he would be twenty next year, and she was still at school! Ron
scowled again and went back to trying to concentrate on the Herbology homework.
***
Harry, Hermione and Ron looked up when they heard a tapping at the window. It was a very tired looking owl,
holding two letters. Hermione jumped up, books and papers falling to the floor, and opened the window. A flurry
of snow came in on the cold wind. The owl flew in and collapsed on the floor. Hermione snatched the letters,
saying distractedly, "Ron, give it some food will you?". She sat down in an armchair and opened the first letter.
Ron got up, complaining under his breath, and went up to his dorm to get some owl treats. Harry tried to pretend
he wasn't watching Hermione.
Hermione opened the first letter. Ron came down the stairs with some food for the owl and sat on the floor to feed
it. Hermione read the letter quickly, and her brow furrowed. She read it again, more slowly, as if she couldn't
believe what she was reading. At last, with trembling hands, she ripped open the other letter. Ron watched her,
bewildered. As she read the second letter, which was much longer than the first, she started shaking. All of a
sudden she threw the letters into the fire and ran out of the portrait hole.
Ron looked at Harry. "Is she mad?" he said. "Is she absolutely stark raving mad?"
"I don't know," said Harry. "She might be if she's run out into that weather without a coat on. What do you think
was in that letter?"
Ron just shook his head silently. All of a sudden he stood up and grabbed his coat from the back of a chair.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked in amazement.
"Going to find her," said Ron gruffly, grabbing Hermione's coat as well. "I don't want anything to happen to her."
And with that, he was gone.
Harry frowned, and then smiled. He was sure the two of them would have quite a story to tell when they got back.
~~~There's no use looking back or wondering
How it could be now or might have been
All this I know, but still I can't find ways to let you go~~~
Ron trudged through the snow. It was the heaviest snowfall he had seen in his life, and even with his coat on he
was freezing. He knew he had to find Hermione, or she might catch pneumonia or something. "No one else is mad
enough to be out in this weather," he said to himself. And then he saw her.
She was sitting by the edge of the lake. Her hair hid most of her face, and her knees were hugged right up to her
body. Ron ran over to her.
"Hermione, what the hell do you think you're doing?" he shouted at her, and pulled her to her feet.
"Ron?" she said quietly. "Oh, leave me alone Ron, I just want to be by myself." Ron could see she was crying.
"No, I'm not leaving. Something must really be wrong if you go out without a coat on in the coldest bloody winter
this century!" He wrapped her coat around her shoulders. "Now," he said. "Do you want to talk about this here, or
go back up to the castle?"
"I don't want to talk about it at all, Ron!" cried Hermione. "Would you get that through your thick skull? I don't
want to talk to you, or to anyone."
"Well, that's tough," said Ron angrily. "You can't just scare Harry and me out of our wits and then not talk to one
of us. I hate seeing you crying, you don't know how uncomfortable it makes me, but you have to talk to someone.
Now, come and sit down," he said, leading her over to a bench. She sat down. "And tell me what was in that
letter."
"Can't you just leave me alone, Ron?" Hermione snapped, "It's not as if you don't have enough work to do."
"Oh, that's rich. I come out here to stop you freezing to death, and you tell me to go and do my homework.
Brilliant."
They sat there in silence until Hermione said, "Viktor dumped me."
"And it made you that upset?" Ron asked quietly. He was terrified of what they answer might be, although he
didn't know why.
"No," said Hermione in a very low voice. "No, I wouldn't have minded that so much, I mean it's not as if I wanted
to marry him or anything, but -" she broke off.
"For God's sake, Hermione are you going to tell me or aren't you?" Ron said desperately. "If he hurt you, I'll -"
"Ron!" said Hermione. "All right, I'll tell you... The other letter was from Viktor's sister. We became quite good
friends when I was in Bulgaria. She's our age, you see. Well, closer to Ginny maybe, but... anyway. She wrote to
me to tell me that..." Hermione's voice trailed off and her eyes filled with tears again. "She said that she had to tell
me the truth... that she had seen Viktor kissing another girl... and...."
"And that's why he dumped you?" Ron asked incredulously. "Just so he could go out with some other girl?"
"It's not quite that simple..." Hermione said, looking as if she couldn't find the right words. "His sister saw him kiss
this other girl... two months ago."
"What?" Ron gasped. "That bastard was two timing you?"
"Ron -" Hermione started to say, but Ron interrupted her.
"I mean, what the hell was he thinking? What the hell did he think he was doing treating you like that? No one can
treat you like that! I mean, that complete bastard! Well, you don't need him, Hermione. You don't need anyone
that bloody well stupid."
Hermione was trying not to smile. "Ron, I'm not going to say anything about the number of swear words you just
used -"
"Good."
" -but it's not that he was going out with this other girl. That's not what upset me. As such."
Ron looked confused. "What was it then? I mean you have every right to be upset that he was cheating on you..."
Ron trailed off as tears filled Hermione's eyes again. "For God's sake, Hermione. If there's something worrying
you-"
"Yes, yes, I know. I should tell you. I know." Hermione took a deep breath. "I really can't believe I'm saying this
to you of all people..." She paused. "The thing... the thing is that... well, you know Viktor's sister said she saw him
kissing this girl?"
"Yeah. What about it?"
"Well, you see... he never actually kissed me."
Ron just stared. "You went out with him for almost six months and he never kissed you? Never?"
"No." Hermione looked as if she was about to cry again, so Ron tried again.
"You see, Hermione. You don't need a git like that. You don't need someone who makes you feel like this." He
paused, and then asked tentatively, "You don't love him, do you?"
"Oh, honestly, Ron, of course I don't," said Hermione, sounding like her old self again. "He was.. nice, I suppose.
And it's not a big thing that he didn't kiss me. I just wondered... am I really that unattractive?"
Ron stared at her. "Hermione, can you hear what you're saying?"
Hermione just gave him a disdainful look. "Can you think of any other reason? It must be me... I mean, it's not as if
anyone has ever kissed me at all, and Lavender and Parvati have been kissed. It must be me."
"I can't believe you're saying this, Hermione," Ron said in amazement. "The only reason Lavender and Parvati have
been kissed is because they do the kissing themselves. They just throw themselves on the boys." Ron felt himself
blush. He wasn't used to talking about things like this. "You were never like that. And that makes you a much
better person, you know." He sighed. "Isn't there anything I can say to show you that it's not just you."
"No. There isn't."
Ron sighed again. "Then I'm afraid you leave me no choice," he said. She looked up, confused, and Ron leaned
over and kissed her. It lasted for perhaps longer than Ron had intended, but at last he pulled away.
"Ron..." said Hermione quietly.
"What?" said Ron, grinning. "You didn't believe me! What could I do?"
"You're really proud of yourself now, aren't you," said Hermione, trying to keep a straight face.
"Yep," said Ron happily. "Are you going to come to your senses and come back to the common room now?"
"Yes," said Hermione sheepishly. "I'm sorry about that. And... thanks." She smiled, and Ron felt himself turning
red again. They got up, and Ron took her hand. They began to walk back up to the castle, when Hermione
stopped.
"What?" Ron asked.
"We're not going to tell Harry about this, are we?" asked Hermione slowly.
"No," said Ron. "No, I don't think so."
And together they returned to Gryffindor common room and Herbology homework.
~~~I never had a dream come true
Till the day that I found you~~~
A/N: Yay! R/H fluff! There will be more chapters to do with their life after Hogwarts etc. This is just basically a
break for me after all that poisoning stuff in my other fic. And I have no new ideas for that. So, I've written this
just to pass the time. To anyone who enjoyed this: take a trip on the Good Ship R/H.
www.sugarquill.com/goodshiprh, I think. Only R/H and H/G fanfic, it's paradise! And, yes, I am an S Club 7 fan. I
have also found that this is one song that practically everyone in the world likes. One of those things. Anyway,
long live R/H, and please R/R.