'Lumos,' Harry fumbled quickly around, searching for his glasses. He had
woken up from a very deep sleep to find that the dormitory was in complete
darkness. Checking the clock, he realized it was early morning. Very early
morning. Putting on his nightrobes, he strode out into the common room. To
his surprise, Hermione was there, facing the fireplace. 'Mione?' He asked
tentatively. 'I've been waiting for you, Harry.' Hermione turned, the
flames from the fireplace dancing in her eyes. 'I know how you feel about
me, and I feel the same way.' What? Harry thought slowly. What on earth was
Mione on about? 'Um, yeah, I know we're best friends, you don't have to
tell me..' Hermione stepped closer to Harry. 'No, Harry. Don't deny your
true feelings. You know you love me.' She reached forward, and started
playing with Harry's hair. 'Whoa! Wait a second Hermione, no offence, but,
I thought we were, best friends and all.but.in LOVE?' He moved back, but
Hermione was quick. She moved with him. 'Yes Harry. In love.' Hermione
closed her eyes a little, and moved her head towards his. 'NO HERMIONE!'
Harry tried to run, but she was strong. 'STOP IT! I DON'T LOVE YOU!' He
yelled. 'Yes you do, Harry, I know you do.' She puckered up her lips. 'STOP
IT! I DON'T LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!'
'Harry! HARRY! ARE YOU OK?' Harry opened his eyes to a blur of red hair and pale skin. 'HARRY?' Harry put on his glasses. 'Yeah, Ron, I'm right.' Coughing, Harry pulled off the sheets of his bed. He was sweating and uncomfortable. 'Mate, all we heard was "NO!!!! I DON'T LOVE YOU!!!"' Dean grinned. 'Who's the lucky lady?' Ron asked cheekily. Harry stumbled blindly over to the water jug and took a huge swig, ignoring their questions. 'Well?' Ron asked. Harry's answer was a single, loud, revolting - burp.
Half an hour later, in the great hall, Hermione, Lavender, and Parvati were all shooting strange looks at him. Harry was deliberately not looking at Hermione, in case she figured out what his dream had been about. Stuffing sausage down his throat, Ron grinned. 'So who was that lucky lady?' Harry had been suspicious of Ron's feelings for Hermione for a while, and just now Harry would have bet all he had on it. Ron felt a little more than friendship for the bushy haired brunette. Harry turned his head away a little, not wanting to give Ron the satisfaction of knowing. 'Oh, it was a weird dream, about, er. my aunt and uncle.' Harry shovelled poached eggs into his mouth as if they were the last food he would ever eat. 'Ahh.ok.' Ron winked and looked up the table at the Gryffindor girls. 'First Cho, now one of 'em.Harry the heartbreaker..' Harry gave up. 'I'm not telling you!' Ron grinned. 'All we have to do now, boys,' smiling at Seamus, Dean, and Neville, who blinked back, 'Is see which one of them it is.' Harry didn't like Hermione. As in, like like. Or did he? Of course not. It was Ron who had the hopeless crush on her. As his friends gradually left the table, a voice behind him whispered quietly, 'Meet me after lunch next to the lake.' Harry whirled around, but all he could see was robes flowing round the corner. 'Damn.' He muttered. There was something about that voice that was familiar.
Collecting his books up, he headed off for transfiguration with Professor McGonagall.
After a hearty lunch, Harry strode down to the lake. Next to it he found a small piece of parchment. In a reddish ink it clearly stated. 'Sorry. I was kept in by Flitwick. I'll be about 10 minutes late. I love you! Love..' As Harry read the name, he could hardly keep from gagging. It wasn't that the person was foul, it was just that.well.
'Harry! HARRY! ARE YOU OK?' Harry opened his eyes to a blur of red hair and pale skin. 'HARRY?' Harry put on his glasses. 'Yeah, Ron, I'm right.' Coughing, Harry pulled off the sheets of his bed. He was sweating and uncomfortable. 'Mate, all we heard was "NO!!!! I DON'T LOVE YOU!!!"' Dean grinned. 'Who's the lucky lady?' Ron asked cheekily. Harry stumbled blindly over to the water jug and took a huge swig, ignoring their questions. 'Well?' Ron asked. Harry's answer was a single, loud, revolting - burp.
Half an hour later, in the great hall, Hermione, Lavender, and Parvati were all shooting strange looks at him. Harry was deliberately not looking at Hermione, in case she figured out what his dream had been about. Stuffing sausage down his throat, Ron grinned. 'So who was that lucky lady?' Harry had been suspicious of Ron's feelings for Hermione for a while, and just now Harry would have bet all he had on it. Ron felt a little more than friendship for the bushy haired brunette. Harry turned his head away a little, not wanting to give Ron the satisfaction of knowing. 'Oh, it was a weird dream, about, er. my aunt and uncle.' Harry shovelled poached eggs into his mouth as if they were the last food he would ever eat. 'Ahh.ok.' Ron winked and looked up the table at the Gryffindor girls. 'First Cho, now one of 'em.Harry the heartbreaker..' Harry gave up. 'I'm not telling you!' Ron grinned. 'All we have to do now, boys,' smiling at Seamus, Dean, and Neville, who blinked back, 'Is see which one of them it is.' Harry didn't like Hermione. As in, like like. Or did he? Of course not. It was Ron who had the hopeless crush on her. As his friends gradually left the table, a voice behind him whispered quietly, 'Meet me after lunch next to the lake.' Harry whirled around, but all he could see was robes flowing round the corner. 'Damn.' He muttered. There was something about that voice that was familiar.
Collecting his books up, he headed off for transfiguration with Professor McGonagall.
After a hearty lunch, Harry strode down to the lake. Next to it he found a small piece of parchment. In a reddish ink it clearly stated. 'Sorry. I was kept in by Flitwick. I'll be about 10 minutes late. I love you! Love..' As Harry read the name, he could hardly keep from gagging. It wasn't that the person was foul, it was just that.well.