A/N: As promised I rewrote the first chapter of my first fic. I suppose I made it more "Hermione" like than it was before. Enjoy.
Within the Mind of Hermione Granger
Dear Journal,
It is the middle of the night and I just awoke from the strangest dream. This is probably the third time in a row that I am dreaming of him and I can't possibly understand why. But he was. I can still remember the burning passion in those hazel eyes, his tender touch that leaves goosebumps on my skin and those soft warm kisses that map a trail from my lips down to my thighs. Moreover, by dear God, I loved every second of it. That is what frightens me.
We were in a room decorated by dark red curtains and robes, the bright lights from the torches illuminated the room giving the most perfect effect. I felt him pick me up and he carried me to the large soft four poster bed. I was scared, yet he seemed so confident to what he wanted. I was about to say something, but before I got a chance to, he placed a gentle finger on my lips. I looked up and I saw his warm loving eyes again followed by a smile that warmed my heart.
"Don't be scared, love." he said so lovingly, furthermore at that moment he kissed me again.
I found myself enjoying his tenderness as we kissed. My fingers tangling in his soft hair, the feeling of the needs and the wants from both our bodies contracted. My dream shifted scenery now we were both exposed to one another. He seemed to glow almost brilliantly as he descended upon my vulnerability. He was caressing me, feeling me, yet most of all, loving me.
We made love on that bed the way lovers normally would (I suppose... I never in my life new those things let alone think about them. What would my mother say? Dear Lord.) and after releasing himself with in me, those eyes that burned fervently with desire faded. His cheeks flushed a bright pink; I must have looked the same for I felt tired. I felt his arms wrap around me and pulled me closer to him. As I was held in his embrace, I could hear his heart beat slowly bit by bit. Our breathing resulted in small puffs and I rested my head upon his sweaty chest. He kisses the top of my head and I smiled, closing my eyes I whispered to him,
"I love you Ron."
I heard him chuckle.
"I love you too Hermione."
This is where I woke up. Why am I dreaming about him? Ron is my best friend! This can not be! It is impossible! Or can it be?
No, no, nonononononono! I can notallow this to happen. As if it ever would! Preposterous! He hardly notices me to begin with! Too bloody busy sucking face with that Lavander Brown girl. Ugh, what does he see in her anyway? That idiot. Dear lord! I just re-read that entire section and I can not even begin to believe how I sound! I'm jealous! No. No I am not. Naturally Ron is an idiot with girls, he can never get a clue even if you were to draw it out to him! Boys.
What do I do? Should I talk to someone about it? Perhaps to Harry? I know I will never hear the end of it if I talked to Ginny, but what other choice do I have? Will the truth destroy these unexplainable dreams or should I say nightmares? I don't know, but I will get rid of these dreams one way or another.
-Hermione
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