Day Dreams

Many people around the world day dream. You do it, the guy picking his nose across from you does it, the girl staring most certainly does, and I for one am no exception. Day dreams come to me as easily as you can walk, breathe or gravity pulling us down. They surround my mind with ideals, with dreams, with desires. They are the hollow worlds in which my deepest desires and longings play before my very eyes giving me nothing and taking everything. Every minute of everyday they bombard me with fake illusions, with imagined conversations, with courage that I know I don't have. They are the my escape goat for my tedious life, my salvation from boredom. They are my everything.

And yet they are nothing, because I know that as much as I imagine kissing the boy I like, it won't happen. As much as I imagine myself doing different things, they won't happen. And this I hate. I hate how easily I am pulled to my little world, how easily I delude myself to thinking I could do that just so that in the end, when reality kicks in, I am left with only longing.

That's how I spend every second, of every minute, of every hour, of everyday, of every week, of every month, of every year since I first realized that I was in love with him. Sure books help but in the end my mind would always wonder off. I would picture myself pouring out my heart to him, telling him that he didn't need to look any further, that I was there for him. Of course, he knew that but he didn't know that every time I saw him I had to fight the impulse to just grab and kiss him. The impulse to run my fingers through his messy raven hair, to take him into my arms and shield him from all the evil in the world. The impulse to love him.

And now, it's too late. He's with someone who doesn't know him as much I do, who wasn't there for the good or the bad, who doesn't know how to save his arse from Voldemort, who...

"Hey Hermione what are you doing?" Oh God I think my heart just skipped a beat. Oh why does he want to kill me with that smile.

"Not much." Yeah that's very imaginative.

"Another book." He says with a sigh and a grin. He looks at me and I could feel myself blushing. Control yourself Hermione, you're acting like a school-girl.

"Yeah." Wow you must sound like an idiot. He chuckles and I blush.

"Well, when you're done people down here would like to know if you are to join us for dinner. Ginny had detention so I'm free." Ginny, that red-head that stole my Harry. It's a miracle that she let him off for one night. She's always clawing at him, never leaving his side like white to rice. Uggghhhhh control yourself Hermione, he's not yours.

"Yeah, I'll be right with you." He puts those soft, tenderly rough hands on top of my frail ones and gives them a light squeeze before leaving me with a thumping heart.

"Hey Harry, wait."

"Yeah"

"I just wanted you to know that I..." deep breathe, "I have feelings for you and would like to know if you could leave Ginny and be with me."

"Wow, really I like you too." My heart starts beating faster. He moves forward, placing his hand on my waist to pull me towards him. Those emerald eyes that speak of his past, look into mine and I could see our yearning reflected. He swoops down to place his soft lips upon mine, and in turn I pour my hopeless heart out in that kiss. All those years of yearning pour out as I pull him closer to me. His hands move through my hair as my hands move through his. It feels so good so right.

"Hermione...hello...Hermione." I shake my head. I see Harry's concerned face.

"Yeah, what's up?"

"You were just standing there, staring into space for like five minute," He says. "Are you ok?"

NO, "Yeah I'm perfectly fine. Let's go eat."

I walk past him. Day dreams, uuggghhh what a mess they leave in my sad little heart.