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Chapter 2: A Curious Dream
I was sitting on the big green couch in the living room of my apartment, between Lucius Malfoy and Remus Lupin. Beside from us, Dumbledore was sitting on a beanbag chair, playing go-fish with Mad-eye Moody and Lord Voldemort. Severus Snape was singing the muggle song Rolling in the Deep, and across from us, my mother was waltzing with Kreacher on the purple striped carpet. I was in the middle of an avid discussion on quidditch teams with Lucius, when Remus got up and began walking towards a big, red door. I looked at him, and he beaconed for me to follow. So I got up (after saying good bye to Lucius, and asking him to say hello to his ferret for me), and followed him through the door. On the other side, was a room with a blue door. On the other side of the blue door there was a room with a green door. Remus put on hand on the handle of the green door, and slid his other hand into my own. He than turned to me. "Are you ready?" he asked "Definitely." I replied. He turned the handle, and ever so slowly pushed open the door. My jaw dropped in amazement. What lay on the other side was truly a sight to see. Flowers of blue, purple, indigo and white stretched as far as my eyes could see, all bathed in the light of the radiant crescent moon shining up above us. More beautiful a sight I had never seen. Remus smiled at me. "Do you like it? I found it the other day, while looking for my lost dragon. He got off his leash, you see, and I still haven't found him. But I found this place," he said, leaning in closer, "and I found you." His hands were on my waist now, and I threw my arms around his neck. He leaned in closer and closer, until we were so close that our noses were touching, and then…
… Sunlight streamed through the tattered curtains of 13 Grimmauld place. I groaned. Another dream. I had had another dream about him. Hadn't I told myself that I was not to have another one of those!? Well, I guess I can't control what I dream about. But honestly, I shouldn't get my hopes up about him. Oh, I know that he likes me well enough… as a friend and co-worker, that is. He more than 10 years older than me, and much, much more accomplished. If I told him how I felt about him, he would probably assume that I was pulling a prank, and laugh.
I sat up, and looked out the window. The sun was high in the sky. I jumped out of bed, all traces of grogginess suddenly gone. What time was it?! I could tell by the sky that it was late morning. Shoot. I had said that I would leave first thing. I went into the kitchen, where I found making breakfast. "Good morning! I was wondering when you were going to get up!" she said, in her kind, cheerful voice. "What time is it?" I asked. "It's 10:33. Everyone else seems to be sleeping in to, because you and I are the only ones up. You'll be staying for breakfast, I presume?" I felt cheeks grow hot from embarrassment "I assure you, Tonks, you have nothing to be ashamed of. We have houseguests from the order all the time! Why, Kingsley Shackelbolt spent the night on Monday, and stayed for breakfast. I think he quite liked my pancakes!"