I dreamed it last night
That my true love came in
So softly she entered
Her feet made no din
She came close beside me
And this she did say
It will not be long love
Till our wedding day.
- She Moved Through the Fair
He opened his eyes to hear a soft knock on his bedroom door. His heart raced and his eyes burned in the early hours of the morning. He sat up slightly, the orange quilt falling down from his chest. The door opened slowly...
And she was there, in her knee-length nightgown, her bare feet on the floor, smiling shyly. She walked towards him, the moonlight from the window shining on her hair, tied back but glowing around her face. His breath caught in his throat, the fact that she was there… in his room… walking towards him.
He could hear the swish of the fabric but her feet moved silently on the creaky wood floor of his childhood bedroom. She reached him moments later and sat on the edge of his bed, facing towards his window, her face illuminated with the light coming through the curtains. She tucked her feet under her, her hands on her thighs and smiled down at him.
He had a fleeting thought that she must be an angel.
"Hi," she smiled at him. He propped himself up on an elbow and held her hand against her, rubbing his thumb against skin and squeezing her thigh. The flannel of her gown was soft underneath his hand, the swell of her hips beneath it as she learned down to kiss him gently.
"Are you studying hard?" Hermione asked.
"You know I am," he replied softly, distractedly, the feeling of her lips pulling him from words.
He looked into her eyes, glowing brown and his eyes were pulled down to her lips, soft and full. The shadows of her eyelashes made them look extra long, sweeping down her cheeks, across the little freckles on the tops of her cheeks, across her button nose. She leaned into him.
"I love you," she whispered against his lips, placing her hand on his cheek. He squeezed her hip as he realized how much he missed this, how he'd been longing for her touch.
"I miss you," he whispered back, the sudden surge of emotions in his throat catching him off guard. He put his hand on top of hers, kissing the palm of her hand again and again. Her expression fell and she held his hand against her cheek.
"I'll see you soon, so soon," she said softly. "Christmas is only a month weeks away."
"That's too far," he whispered.
"It won't be long, my love," she said, softly, "You'll be home soon and mine forever."
He closed his eyes and felt her hand leave his. He felt her slipping away, the feeling of her lips and the gentle smell of her hair disappearing with each passing moment.
He groaned as he opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling of his bunk bed at Auror training camp. Every moment that passed brought him further from the moonlight and closer to reality.
He wiped his face and sighed as he rolled over in his bed, burying his face in his pillow.
Author's Note: This is what happens when Lord of the Rings and Van Morrison come together.