A snore reverberates through the Gryffindor Sixth-Year's Dorm. The snores originate from one Mr Ronald Weasley. Mr Weasley is enjoying an empty dorm as the rest of his dorm mates sit in the common room, racing against time to complete that much disliked, often cursed burden– homework. Ronald Weasley had completed his much earlier to the bewilderment of his dorm-mates, which was why he was snoring, and they were completing their homework. Helping them was the resident know-it-all, Hermione Granger, who had only agreed to help them if they helped with S.P.E.W. Ronald had chuckled while going to bed. Well, he wasn't going to be chuckling much longer. You see, he was having a nightmare.
In the nightmare…
He is standing in front of a mirror adjusting his best friend, Harry Potter's tie. Harry stands beaming and he realizes with a pang, that it is his wedding day. He looks down to his own ring finger and finds it empty. He sees his sister walk down the aisle, beaming as much as, if not more, as Harry is. He sees Harry slide a ring on her finger, sees their smiles never fade. He searches for Hermione, but doesn't find her. He asks Harry and he replies, 'Mate, I invited her. I'm sure she'll come.'
And then his eyes widen and he beams and rushes over to hug a woman dressed in green. Ron sees brown hair and rushes over, too. Then he sees a silver-haired child clinging to her arm before a man with hair the same shade scoops the child up in his arms. He straightens up and Ron sees it is Draco Malfoy. Before he can wonder why Harry would invite Draco bloody Malfoy to his wedding, he sees it. Hermione is holding hands with Draco fucking Malfoy.
He screams. And screams. Opens his eyes and runs down to the Common Room, where all of them look wide-eyed at him. And he laughs.
'I just dreamt something incredibly unbelievable, 'he says in between laughs. And he launches into it and laughs. His dorm mates laugh with him. But Hermione doesn't.
'Hermione?' He asks, wiping a tear from his eye.
'I think you have the makings of a seer, 'she says with an impossibly-Malfoyish smirk.
He doesn't understand and thinks it over, barely registering Harry's,'WHAT?' and the others' shocked faces.
Seer…what?...oh.
'WHAT?'
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