TITLE: Only in My Dreams
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: None
DISCLAIMER: Not mine! Darn!
NOTES: I make no defense for Hermione's subconscious...
Only in My Dreams
by Elizabeth
What was she doing loitering in the dungeons? She was going to be late for Arithmacy! Gathering up her books, Hermione ran out into the hall.
Literally running right into Harry.
"Hullo Harry," she greeted.
"Quidditch," he beamed, his excited tone all out of keeping with the situation. "Quidditch. Quidditch. Quidditch."
His fixation irritated Hermione to no end. "Can you think about anything besides that blasted sport?" she snapped
Fat tears began to roll down Harry's face. "Cho." Sob. "Cho." Sob.
"Ohhhh dear," Hermione backed away slowly, then turned and ran.
Taking the next corner, she plowed into Ron Weasely. "Ron," she smiled nervously.
A sloppy grin plastered itself across Ron's freckled face. "Committment. Love."
Hermione gulped.
"My mother calls you her future daughter-in-law," he volunteered helpfully.
"Oh Merlin _no_," she groaned.
Ginny popped out from behind her brother. "Draco," she sighed estatically. "Draco breathes, even though he shouldn't. Draco walks, even though he shouldn't. Forbidden love. Forbiiiiiden...."
Parvati walked by, shoving a cosmetics case in her hands. She was followed by Lavender, who handed Hermione this week's edition of _Witch Weekly_.
Hermione closed her eyes and screamed aloud...
...and it dulled to a whimper in her throat. She opened her eyes to see that she was in bed.
Alone.
"Just a dream," she breathed out. "Just a dream. A dream can't hurt you."
But she didn't go back to sleep that night.
fin
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: None
DISCLAIMER: Not mine! Darn!
NOTES: I make no defense for Hermione's subconscious...
Only in My Dreams
by Elizabeth
What was she doing loitering in the dungeons? She was going to be late for Arithmacy! Gathering up her books, Hermione ran out into the hall.
Literally running right into Harry.
"Hullo Harry," she greeted.
"Quidditch," he beamed, his excited tone all out of keeping with the situation. "Quidditch. Quidditch. Quidditch."
His fixation irritated Hermione to no end. "Can you think about anything besides that blasted sport?" she snapped
Fat tears began to roll down Harry's face. "Cho." Sob. "Cho." Sob.
"Ohhhh dear," Hermione backed away slowly, then turned and ran.
Taking the next corner, she plowed into Ron Weasely. "Ron," she smiled nervously.
A sloppy grin plastered itself across Ron's freckled face. "Committment. Love."
Hermione gulped.
"My mother calls you her future daughter-in-law," he volunteered helpfully.
"Oh Merlin _no_," she groaned.
Ginny popped out from behind her brother. "Draco," she sighed estatically. "Draco breathes, even though he shouldn't. Draco walks, even though he shouldn't. Forbidden love. Forbiiiiiden...."
Parvati walked by, shoving a cosmetics case in her hands. She was followed by Lavender, who handed Hermione this week's edition of _Witch Weekly_.
Hermione closed her eyes and screamed aloud...
...and it dulled to a whimper in her throat. She opened her eyes to see that she was in bed.
Alone.
"Just a dream," she breathed out. "Just a dream. A dream can't hurt you."
But she didn't go back to sleep that night.
fin