True, I Talk of Dreams
Summary: a one shot about a Hermione/Harry/Ginny love triangle.
Harry entered the room slowly, only to find the sources of his heartache glowering at each other from opposite sides of the room. Hermione appeared on the verge of tears, and Ginny just looked angry. Harry contemplated turning around, but Hermione saw him before he had the chance.
She rushed up to him, clutching his arm. "Harry, she said she wants to kill me! Harry, you have to save me! She's a maniac!"
Ginny stepped forward. "I did not! Harry, she's lying, you have to believe me!"
Oh, great, thought Harry, not this again. "Would you girls just stop fighting?"
The girls looked at each other, sincerely searching each other's eyes for an answer. It was the first time they had looked at each other without pulling one another's hair or calling one another a bitch. Each nodded simultaneously. "We'll stop if you pick one of us," said Ginny confidently. "Then one of us can, as it were, ride of into the sunset with you, and the other can buzz off and cry it off."
"Namely you," said Hermione uncharitably.
Harry was torn. The girls were glaring at each other again. Ginny hated Hermione, and vice versa. It was a lot of hate to handle at one time. Then Harry did something neither of the girls would ever have expected.
"He that is stricken blind cannot forget the treasure of his eyesight lost," he blurted. Both girls were surprised. They did not expect him to start quoting Shakespeare, but either way, they each knew that he was talking about Hermione. Once Harry had started fancying Ginny, he forgot about Hermione all together. Ginny had 'stricken him blind,' so to speak.
Ginny looked at him apprehensively, trying to speak, the words forming in her head, but they would not exit her mouth.
"True, I talk of dreams, which are the children of an idle brain," he said, looking Hermione in the eyes, "For you and I are past our dancing days," he said gently, and then Hermione knew. He didn't love her, and she knew that it was not because of her. It was because of someone else completely, and Hermione decided to follow Harry's tactic.
"That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet!" she cried. They both knew about Ron, and how they had been together. Harry had hated her for that. But that was because Hermione had been very drunk, and had mistaken Ron for Harry. She said they had both seemed the same. By any other name would smell as sweet. A bad thing to say at this moment, but Harry took it well.
"Then go to your other rose, he doth love you so." Hermione was puzzled, because this line wasn't even from Romeo and Juliet, but she got the gist, and an emotion in her began to wake up, and said emotion drove her to go and find Ron.
As she left, Harry turn to Ginny, who was practically glowing. Harry smiled at her.
"Soft, what light through yonder window breaks?" he said, sticking to the Shakespeare. "It is the east, and thee be my sun."
Ginny glowed. "You're staring," she said quietly.
Harry looked down. "Sorry," he said, abandoning Shakespeare completely.
Ginny moved towards him. "Men's eyes were made to look, so let them gaze."
Harry looked up at her. "You don't care about my alleged fame?" he said, knowing that Ginny would not like wizard paparazzi.
Ginny stepped into his waiting arms, leaned close to him and whispered in his ear, "True, I talk of dreams," she said in a husky voice, "but maybe you'll come with me now."
Harry followed all too obligingly.