AN: Sorry about the headstones on Lilly and James' grave. Fanfiction wouldn't let me separate them. Oh, I don't think that I needed to but just in case. I don't own Harry Potter. I would love to so I could rewrite who ended up with who and so I could bask in the glory of J.K Rowlings amazing works, but I don't own it. Only the plot line from this story is mine. Right now the rest of this story is taking place 3 years after the prologue.

Hermione Granger was dying. Dying of frustration and boredom. These were the kind of days she hated. All night she had been dreaming of someone, someone who she felt she was connected with. All night she had tossed and turned, running after a dark, blurred figure. She never caught him. All she knew about him was that he had a pair of startling green eyes.

Hermione Shook her head and snapped out of her day dreaming. She was too practical to be daydreaming like a 14-year-old girl with a crush. Smoothing the front of her shirt. Hermione walked over to the time card machine. She was about to clock out when one of the nurses called to her.

"What is it, Hannah?" She asked kindly. Hannah Peawater was a small, shy girl who had only been working there for three months.

"Miss Granger, The patient in room 247 is screaming and we can't get him to stop. We need you to help us," Hannah meekly said.

Hermione sighed. She was never going to get out of there. All she wanted to do was go home and have Crookshanks curl up next to her while she read Hogewarts, a History. Without another word to Hannah, Hermione, while casting a few spells under her breath, hastily walked toward room 247. When she got there the patient, Mr. Dedaluse Armstrong was screaming and throwing things at the orderlies.

"Mr. Armstrong," boomed Hermione's voice. Almost at once everyone in the room went still. "Mr. Armstrong, I need you to keep still and quiet." Hermione held her hand out for the medication he was supposed to be taking. He had been attacked by Nargals- a surprising discovery that Luna Lovegood had made- and what had happened to him after that was anyone's guess. Hermione's guess what that the concentrated acid in the Nargal's saliva came into contact with his blood and drove him to near insanity.

Hermione slowly walked towards Mr. Armstrong slowly. "I need you to take this medication for me. Do you know what this medication will do?" Mr. Armstrong shook his head no and stared fearfully at the pills in her hands. "This medication will help you sleep and get better. What it does is boost the magic in you to help get rid of the Nargal infection. Do you understand?" Mr. Armstrong nodded and took the pills and swallowed them. "Thank you Mr. Armstrong."

"T-thanks…" came Mr. Armstrong's feeble reply. Hermione nodded and walked out of the room.

Once she had finally clocked out for the night, she apperated back to her flat in London and got things in order for her night in. She put some chicken in the microwave to cook, changed out of her nurses robes, and put some tea on to boil. Once she had finished her food, she curled up on her bed and started reading. It wasn't long before she started dozing off.

She was in a field. It wasn't a field she could remember. Wild flowers grew all around and tree's circled the field. A tent was set up in the middle of it. It was obviously a magical tent; it had a chimney, and looked to be two stories. She smelled cooking bacon. She instantly knew this was going to be one of the few times she would eat good food. She looked down at herself, she looked like she hadn't eaten in months. A tall figure stepped out of the tent. He had black, messy hair that swayed in the breeze, bright emerald eyes that burned with passion, a strong jaw, and a nice lean, muscular body. The man dropped the pan he held and dashed up to her. He took her in his arms and kissed her fiercely. Her pressed her so tight against his body, she couldn't breath. She felt a longing like she had never felt. She ran her hands through hair and pulled him closer to her. Finally the broke the lip-lock, both of them panting.

"I miss you Hermione. I wish I hadn't done it." He whispered, still holding her close.

"God, I miss you too. You have no idea how hard it is living without you. I'll always love you, Harry Potter."

Hermione woke with a start. That dream, what was it about? She didn't know the famous Harry Potter. Sure she had gone to the same school as him, but they never interacted. She had been good friends with Ginny Weasley, but that was as close of contact she had ever gotten to him.

Hermione rubbed her face and got out of bed. She needed to stop drinking tea right before bed. It did things to her mind. She walked to the bathroom and washed her face. The cool water felt refreshing on her heated face. Why did she dream that? Surely her imagination was getting the better of her. She could never have a romantic relationship with Harry Potter. He was a world away. Hermione softly padded back to her bedroom and curled up under the covers. Crookshanks crawled up onto her bed and promptly fell asleep. Hermione stayed up for hours only to dream about a certain pair of green eyes when she did fall asleep.