Stupid Prat
Chapter Two: Dreams, Dreams, Dreams
By: TheRowlingPierceWriter
Disclaimer: Everything but Melody belongs to JK (obviously)
~*~The Dreams of Ginny Weasley~*~
Ginny found herself sitting in the middle of a plush meadow. To her east, she could see hills, and up north, a rippling blue-green pond. All in all, it was a pretty peaceful place to be. Ginny lay back, letting the grass crunch beneath her weight and soaking in the sights and smells of nature. A bird called, a cricket chirped in response. Ginny sighed, pacific.
Then she met the girl.
She was an ordinary girl, not especially short or tall. Thick auburn hair fell shoulder-length around the girls, and curious amber eyes studied Ginny.
"Who are you?" Ginny said.
The girl smiled, revealing slightly buckteeth. Ginny guessed her to be about thirteen.
"I will become the epiphany of your brother's life." The girl stated simply. Ginny mentally furrowed her eyebrows.
"You will be what?" Ginny exclaimed incredulously.
"I will become the pinnacle, the prize, the very beacon of your brothers' life." The girl said majestically. Her eyes sparkled. Ginny stared at her, nonplused.
"You're what?" Ginny repeated.
"I am to become the jewel—" Ginny's acquaintance started to say. Ginny waved her hands in a motion to stop.
"What's your name?" Ginny asked, hoping for a straight answer.
The girl would not be deterred. "I am to be known as Melody, the sole daughter of your brother Ronald Arthur Weasley."
Ginny was so baffled that she gaped in her sleep.
"Furthermore, if you do not act within the week of my visiting, the happiness of your brother will be forever lost." To-be-known-as-Melody finished.
Ginny felt that she could not be more confused. "Come again?" She said in an awed whisper. To-be-known-as-Melody's face, formerly serene, twisted with impatience. She cattily replied, "Look, if you don't get your act together now, I won't be born and your brother's life will be ruined." Melody's eyes blazed.
"But who are you?" Ginny asked plaintively.
Melody waved back her sheen of hair and twinkled (A/N: It is possible to twinkle in a dream). "I am a spirit: not yet born and alive only in the farthest reaches of your imagination. I am stuck in the limbo of life and nonexistence. It is up to you to save your brother's sanity for all eternity. See that you ensure my birth. You only have a week to set the record straight. I will visit you again to check your progress." Melody vanished, leaving behind a perplexed (and still slumbering) Ginny.
"But what am I supposed to do?" Ginny called to the heavens in her dream. Faintly, in the back of her mind, Ginny heard a diminishing voice say,
"Set the record straight, Ginny. Bring the love into your brother's life and bring me into your world…Ginny…" Ginny shook her head and fell back to her normal, dreamless siesta.
~*~End of Ginny's Dream~*~
~*~The Dreams of Hermione Lyndsay Granger~*~
The first thought in Hermione's head when she entered her dream was, He smells nice. The second thought was, Kind of like Ivory soap. He's not drenched in cologne or worse, dirty. That's good. Hermione sucked in his fragrance and snuggled closer to the boy's chest. It was smooth, soft without being flabby. He seemed to have reached the median between rock- muscled abs and a beer belly. Hermione giggled into the soft fabric of his shirt. She could feel his arms wrapped around her, and this made it even more exciting.
Hermione thought of the last time she had been held like this. The blank in her mind was a startling reality. Hermione had never been held like this by anyone. Ever. As if to blanket her insecurities, Hermione squeezed her eyes shut. The blue-gray cotton of his shirt disappeared and in its place blinked utter darkness. The boy began to speak to her, in a voice annoyingly familiar and yet unreachable to Hermione.
"You are so beautiful, my Hermione…" He crooned. Hermione melted. "Every time I hear your voice I fall more in love with you." She sighed happily. At least someone found her attractive. Rudely, in the corner of her mind, a textbook interrupted by remarking,
"The ancient bjork of Norway is unique in being the only magical creature to reproduce in both males and females…" Hermione screamed (in her head, of course) for the lecture to Shut The Bloody Heck Up, and, surprisingly, it did so. Hermione happily turned her attention back to the boy. He was speaking again.
"Your eyes are breathtaking," he continued. Hermione gloated, until-
"Why won't you be with me?" His voice sounded hurt. Hermione frowned.
"What do you mean?" She murmured, squeezing him reassuringly.
"Whenever I tell you that I have feelings for you, you run off. I don't mean to scare-" The boy got no farther. With growing horror, Hermione looked into his face. She awoke screaming.
~*~End of Hermione's Dream~*~
Nightmares
~*~The ^ of Ronald Arthur Weasley~*~
Ron's dream began at the bay of a deserted, rocky sea. Glancing about him, Ron noticed funny tufts of grass sprouting slipshod, and he could feel the course sand under his feet. It was oddly tranquil, but somewhat boring. For a few minutes he wondered what could be the purpose of this particular dream, and then he noticed the couple.
They were sitting together on a beach blanket, facing toward the crashing waves, so that Ron was invisible to them. He crouched down low and crept closer until he could make out their conversation but not their faces.
"Did you know that the ancient bjork of Norway is unique in being the only magical creature to reproduce in both males and females?" The girl said. Her lover's arm tightened around her waist as a gust of wind blew sharply overhead. Ron shivered.
"No, I did not." The boy admitted. He laughed. "Where would I be without you to tell me these fascinating things?" The boy kissed the girl's cheek affectionately.
Focusing, Ron realized that the couple could not be very old. They were probably only a bit older than he was, in fact. Ron was not surprised to see the couple begin kissing-on the lips, this time-and turned his head in respect (even though it was a dream). A minute later, when he peeked, the couple were once again talking.
"Remember when we were fourth years, and you went to the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum?" The boy was saying. Ron was shocked.
"Yes." She replied. Or rather, Ron thought to himself, Hermione replied.
"And remember how Ron had this awful fuss about you 'fraternizing with the enemy'?" The boy said. Hermione nodded.
"It was intuitively obvious he had a crush on me. Oh, it was so cute." Hermione expressed.
"I know! Good thing you let him down easy, my Hermione." Ron's insides boiled. All of a sudden he felt like tearing apart this intruder, whomever it may be, that was putting his arms around Ron's Hermione. He had half a mind to stalk up to him right then. His ire reached a feverish pitch a second later, when he heard:
"I love you, my Harry." Now Ron did get up. He threw himself toward Harry's back, thinking of nothing but getting him as far away as possible from Hermione.
"Of all the nasty, Benedict Arnold things to do-" Ron bellowed. Harry and Hermione jumped, obviously unaware before then that they were being watched.
"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed. Her cheeks were rather red. Harry snarled.
"What are you doing here?" He said. Enraged, Ron said,
"I was about to ask you the same question!" Harry abandoned his seat next to Hermione and circled Ron.
"Stop it!" Hermione protested.
As one, the two boys turned to her and said, "Don't worry, my Hermione."
Ron lunged at his friend as the dream faded into darkness.
~*~End of Ron's Dream~*~
~*~The Dreams of Harry James Potter~*~
Harry dreamed of a fish. It wasn't a very large or indeed small fish, about a foot long and yellowish-green in color. In fact this fish was so entirely inconsequential to the story at hand that it becomes obvious to you the reader that Harry was completely oblivious to the convoluted web of lies his friends' lives had become.
Chapter Two: Dreams, Dreams, Dreams
By: TheRowlingPierceWriter
Disclaimer: Everything but Melody belongs to JK (obviously)
~*~The Dreams of Ginny Weasley~*~
Ginny found herself sitting in the middle of a plush meadow. To her east, she could see hills, and up north, a rippling blue-green pond. All in all, it was a pretty peaceful place to be. Ginny lay back, letting the grass crunch beneath her weight and soaking in the sights and smells of nature. A bird called, a cricket chirped in response. Ginny sighed, pacific.
Then she met the girl.
She was an ordinary girl, not especially short or tall. Thick auburn hair fell shoulder-length around the girls, and curious amber eyes studied Ginny.
"Who are you?" Ginny said.
The girl smiled, revealing slightly buckteeth. Ginny guessed her to be about thirteen.
"I will become the epiphany of your brother's life." The girl stated simply. Ginny mentally furrowed her eyebrows.
"You will be what?" Ginny exclaimed incredulously.
"I will become the pinnacle, the prize, the very beacon of your brothers' life." The girl said majestically. Her eyes sparkled. Ginny stared at her, nonplused.
"You're what?" Ginny repeated.
"I am to become the jewel—" Ginny's acquaintance started to say. Ginny waved her hands in a motion to stop.
"What's your name?" Ginny asked, hoping for a straight answer.
The girl would not be deterred. "I am to be known as Melody, the sole daughter of your brother Ronald Arthur Weasley."
Ginny was so baffled that she gaped in her sleep.
"Furthermore, if you do not act within the week of my visiting, the happiness of your brother will be forever lost." To-be-known-as-Melody finished.
Ginny felt that she could not be more confused. "Come again?" She said in an awed whisper. To-be-known-as-Melody's face, formerly serene, twisted with impatience. She cattily replied, "Look, if you don't get your act together now, I won't be born and your brother's life will be ruined." Melody's eyes blazed.
"But who are you?" Ginny asked plaintively.
Melody waved back her sheen of hair and twinkled (A/N: It is possible to twinkle in a dream). "I am a spirit: not yet born and alive only in the farthest reaches of your imagination. I am stuck in the limbo of life and nonexistence. It is up to you to save your brother's sanity for all eternity. See that you ensure my birth. You only have a week to set the record straight. I will visit you again to check your progress." Melody vanished, leaving behind a perplexed (and still slumbering) Ginny.
"But what am I supposed to do?" Ginny called to the heavens in her dream. Faintly, in the back of her mind, Ginny heard a diminishing voice say,
"Set the record straight, Ginny. Bring the love into your brother's life and bring me into your world…Ginny…" Ginny shook her head and fell back to her normal, dreamless siesta.
~*~End of Ginny's Dream~*~
~*~The Dreams of Hermione Lyndsay Granger~*~
The first thought in Hermione's head when she entered her dream was, He smells nice. The second thought was, Kind of like Ivory soap. He's not drenched in cologne or worse, dirty. That's good. Hermione sucked in his fragrance and snuggled closer to the boy's chest. It was smooth, soft without being flabby. He seemed to have reached the median between rock- muscled abs and a beer belly. Hermione giggled into the soft fabric of his shirt. She could feel his arms wrapped around her, and this made it even more exciting.
Hermione thought of the last time she had been held like this. The blank in her mind was a startling reality. Hermione had never been held like this by anyone. Ever. As if to blanket her insecurities, Hermione squeezed her eyes shut. The blue-gray cotton of his shirt disappeared and in its place blinked utter darkness. The boy began to speak to her, in a voice annoyingly familiar and yet unreachable to Hermione.
"You are so beautiful, my Hermione…" He crooned. Hermione melted. "Every time I hear your voice I fall more in love with you." She sighed happily. At least someone found her attractive. Rudely, in the corner of her mind, a textbook interrupted by remarking,
"The ancient bjork of Norway is unique in being the only magical creature to reproduce in both males and females…" Hermione screamed (in her head, of course) for the lecture to Shut The Bloody Heck Up, and, surprisingly, it did so. Hermione happily turned her attention back to the boy. He was speaking again.
"Your eyes are breathtaking," he continued. Hermione gloated, until-
"Why won't you be with me?" His voice sounded hurt. Hermione frowned.
"What do you mean?" She murmured, squeezing him reassuringly.
"Whenever I tell you that I have feelings for you, you run off. I don't mean to scare-" The boy got no farther. With growing horror, Hermione looked into his face. She awoke screaming.
~*~End of Hermione's Dream~*~
Nightmares
~*~The ^ of Ronald Arthur Weasley~*~
Ron's dream began at the bay of a deserted, rocky sea. Glancing about him, Ron noticed funny tufts of grass sprouting slipshod, and he could feel the course sand under his feet. It was oddly tranquil, but somewhat boring. For a few minutes he wondered what could be the purpose of this particular dream, and then he noticed the couple.
They were sitting together on a beach blanket, facing toward the crashing waves, so that Ron was invisible to them. He crouched down low and crept closer until he could make out their conversation but not their faces.
"Did you know that the ancient bjork of Norway is unique in being the only magical creature to reproduce in both males and females?" The girl said. Her lover's arm tightened around her waist as a gust of wind blew sharply overhead. Ron shivered.
"No, I did not." The boy admitted. He laughed. "Where would I be without you to tell me these fascinating things?" The boy kissed the girl's cheek affectionately.
Focusing, Ron realized that the couple could not be very old. They were probably only a bit older than he was, in fact. Ron was not surprised to see the couple begin kissing-on the lips, this time-and turned his head in respect (even though it was a dream). A minute later, when he peeked, the couple were once again talking.
"Remember when we were fourth years, and you went to the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum?" The boy was saying. Ron was shocked.
"Yes." She replied. Or rather, Ron thought to himself, Hermione replied.
"And remember how Ron had this awful fuss about you 'fraternizing with the enemy'?" The boy said. Hermione nodded.
"It was intuitively obvious he had a crush on me. Oh, it was so cute." Hermione expressed.
"I know! Good thing you let him down easy, my Hermione." Ron's insides boiled. All of a sudden he felt like tearing apart this intruder, whomever it may be, that was putting his arms around Ron's Hermione. He had half a mind to stalk up to him right then. His ire reached a feverish pitch a second later, when he heard:
"I love you, my Harry." Now Ron did get up. He threw himself toward Harry's back, thinking of nothing but getting him as far away as possible from Hermione.
"Of all the nasty, Benedict Arnold things to do-" Ron bellowed. Harry and Hermione jumped, obviously unaware before then that they were being watched.
"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed. Her cheeks were rather red. Harry snarled.
"What are you doing here?" He said. Enraged, Ron said,
"I was about to ask you the same question!" Harry abandoned his seat next to Hermione and circled Ron.
"Stop it!" Hermione protested.
As one, the two boys turned to her and said, "Don't worry, my Hermione."
Ron lunged at his friend as the dream faded into darkness.
~*~End of Ron's Dream~*~
~*~The Dreams of Harry James Potter~*~
Harry dreamed of a fish. It wasn't a very large or indeed small fish, about a foot long and yellowish-green in color. In fact this fish was so entirely inconsequential to the story at hand that it becomes obvious to you the reader that Harry was completely oblivious to the convoluted web of lies his friends' lives had become.