Disclaimer: As much as I wanted to, these characters don't belong to me. They are all J.K.Rowling's, to whom I owe the pleasure I am having in writing and meddling with her creations haha. Please don't sue me or anything.

A/N: This is my first fic and I had not yet decide the pairing tho it would be Hermione with a teacher...I am thinking Snape. English is not my first language so please forgive me for my grammar or spelling mistakes or whatsoever. Oh, and excuse me for my not-so-fluent style of writing. I am really trying my best. Kindly review thx!

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It was a cool fall afternoon. The trees of the Forbidden Forest were changing from green to gold, the sky was pale blue and cloudless. A tender breeze passed by the couple walking along the trail beside the Great Lake. Apart from the sound of water flowing, it was completely quiet.

Hermione and Ron had been walking for fifteen minutes and they had not spoken a word.

It was amazing that we can walk together so peacefully without anybody else. I wonder when will he take my hand... Hermione blushed slightly at the thought, and became way too interested in the pebbles along the path, not daring to look up at Ron.

Suddenly Ron grabbed her shoulders gently and turned her to face him.

"Hermy..." he whispered.

This is it, Hermione felt her palms sweating. This is going to be the moment. We are going to share our first kiss... she had been waiting for this moment, hadn't she? But somehow there was something wrong...

As she closed her eyes in anticipation- expecting Ron's soft and moist lips to touch hers- Ron gave a shriek suddenly.

"What?" Hermione snapped her eyes open.

"Y- your hair. Th- there was something- a s- spi- spider in you- your hair!" Said Ron in an unusually high-pitched voice.

Hermione didn't know what to say, or how to react. She swatted the small spider away, like it was the least matter they should be focusing on. "Ron, you are about a hundred thousand times larger than that tiny thing, and it should fear you- rather than the other way round." She closed her eyes again. Surely Ron would get the clue. Surely he would know that all she wanted was to put that spider behind and enjoy their first ever kiss.

However, Ron obviously didn't get the clue and had no intention to put the spider-incident away. He eyed the hand Hermione used to swat the spider, and went, "I am not going to hold your hands unless you wash them a thousand times and use a cleaning charm on them every time we hold hands."

That had to be the most unromantic thing that a boy could say on his first date, to his love. Hermione cried, "You are sooooo CHILDISH!" and stomped her feet -

- On her bedpost. "Ouch!!" She cried out loud. Lavender stirred in her bed.

It was all only a dream. Thank God. Hermione got out of bed feeling very confused. She staggered into the bathroom and did all the brushing and combing in an only-half-awake way.

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By the time Hermione finished dressing up, she felt much more refreshed and her mind was clearer. She looked at her watch- hello, it was only six in the morning! Good, I can do some early reading on Transfiguration. She took her reference book ("Transfiguration for the dumbest dummies") and went down to the common room.

There was no one in the common room, of course. Hermione settled herself into a big comfy velvet armchair beside the fireplace in which orange flames were dancing merrily. She flipped the thick book open, and started to read.

Soon it became clear that she wasn't going to do any reading this morning. Her mind kept drifting away from the book to her dream this morning.

Okay, so she was in fifth-year and it was about time for her to have a boyfriend. Oh, yeah, she knew Ron liked her a lot. Liked. Everyone seem to think they would make the best couple... it wasn't like Hermione didn't thought so herself. That was before the stupid, stupid dream; now she doubted every possibility that they would become an item.

People say dreams are supposed to be your subconscious reflecting... she wondered what was her subconscious telling her? Well, maybe deep down she knew Ron was just not the one for her. All the reading had made her much more mature than her fellow friends. Sometimes when she spent time with them, when she laughed at their jokes and planks, she was feeling amazed with half a brain, "Why, they actually found this funny," and laughing with the other half at this. Not that she didn't enjoy their company, but sometimes she was just so tired of it. That's when she dived into the sea of books where she absorbs knowledge like a dry sponge.

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Kuc-crumbbbb. Hermione snapped her head up. She looked at her watch, and found that it was already eight o'clock. She then looked at the heap of entangled boys at the foot of the boys' dorm staircase. She shook her head as Harry and Ron struggled to disentangle themselves.

" 'Morning Hermione," greeted Ron and Harry, their faces red from an early fight. Not only Harry, but also Ron's hair looked messy this morning.

"Been fighting over the toothpaste." Said Ron, "Harry wouldn't let me share his chicken-flavored one." Harry nudged him in the ribs.

"Chicken-flavored?" Hermione echoed disbelievingly. "Chicken-flavored????"

The boys grinned apologetically.

"Oh well, boys," Hermione rolled her eyes and set off to the Great Hall. How possibly could I have someone like these as a boyfriend? Seriously?

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A/N: So how da ya like it? Ok I know it is not very good...but then it is my first alright? SO....please please please review...who do you think I should pair Hermione with...*grins evilly* o'coz Severus would be much much MUCH more fun than Lupin, but hey, jus tell me what u think...