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Chapter 3: Living in the Dream World
Hermione woke up the next morning feeling somewhat groggy. She pushed herself out of the bed and she was left with her head spinning fast. The brown haired girl proceeded to lay back down and mentally thank God that it was a Saturday. After all, she was the biggest nerd at school. She was not allowed to miss school over a petty headache.
"Hermione! You have a visitor downstairs!" her mom yelled from the first floor.
Hermione's head tingled at the sound of her mother's high pitched voice and moaned in agony. The last thing she wanted to do was go greet a visitor downstairs.
"Mom, I'm sick. Tell whoever it is that I don't feel good enough to come downstairs!"
"Okay honey. I'll bring you some chicken soup up if you'd like."
"No thanks Mom!"
"Okay! Feel better then!"
Hermione sighed heavily as she leaned over to turn on the radio. Her ears picked up the familiar beat of Soul Meets Body ending and the radio host's voice tuning in.
"That was Death Cab For Cutie's song Soul Meets Body, requested by Slytherin Sensation Pansy Parkinson. Pansy, can you tell us why you chose this song in particular?" the host asked.
"Well, it's this message to this totally awesome boy-"
Hermione cut off the nasally voice that was drawling through the radio by switching the station to one of the pointless channels that had rap music on it, and soon fell back asleep.
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'Goodness, it's already nighttime.' Hermione thought as she restlessly yawned. 'I can't believe I slept the whole day away. There's no chance of me getting back to bed. Hm...what can I do?'
She leaned over to her nightstand and opened it quietly - afraid to wake her parents - and retrieved a little black journal. She had been keeping a journal since she was a little girl, and the one she was currently using was nearly full. Hermione opened it to a blank page and began to write down her thoughts.
Dear Journal,
The day has been rather uneventful. I managed to wake myself up some time during the day. Mom said I had a visitor, I still don't know who it was. At the moment, I really could not care less who it was. Who honestly has the nerve to come up to my house without calling before hand? I cannot stand it when uninvited people intrude at my house. I mean, what if I was taking a shower and happen to walk across the house naked? Exactly. It is not proper etiquette.
Hermione looked up from her journal for a split second to gain her thoughts and when she did, she noticed something that was not in her room before. Pushing her silly journal to the side, she immediately got up from her bed to discover what this was.
As she approached the object, she realized that it was a box. Hermione was very cautious about boxes, considering that the last time she opened on it was full of worms as a gag from the infamous twins Fred and George. She peeked the top of the box open just enough to make certain there were no worms. When it was obvious there were none, she opened it to reveal a flashy necklace.
"Oh my goodness." she whispered, her voice barely audible. She picked up the necklace out of the box and a folded letter appeared magically. Smiling, she picked it up and opened it so she could read:
Hermione,
I know that we have only been dating for a couple of weeks, but I thought that you would like something to think of me when we are not together. Don't worry, it's not real. I haven't got that much money to spend on you. But, I just really hope you like it, because even though it isn't real, how I feel for you is.
Ron.
Upon reading this Hermione found herself rolling her eyes. 'Blimey Ron, you're an idiot for telling me it was fake.' she thought with a giggle.
"Hermione?" her mother's voice called as a knock came from her bedroom door. "Are you okay? Feeling any better?"
"Yeah mom, I'm fine. Just had to get up and use the bathroom." Hermione called back.
"Glad you feel better, get some rest though."
The brown eyed girl held her breath for a moment before she tip-toed back to her bed. She pulled her journal back into her lap and began to write of her incident that happened moments ago. Hermione always got wrapped up in her writing, and before long she had fallen asleep with the journal tucked tightly in her hands, in fear that someone would come in the middle of the night and try to read her every thought that she wrote down into her beloved journals.
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"Hermione, wake up." a deep voice called from far away. She could not make out who it was, but Hermione found herself drawn to the voice, almost captivated. "Hermione, are you going to continue to live in your disillusioned world? Wake up."
"Who are you?" she called back, squinting her eyes to get a better view of who the figure was. But, he was clouded in a fog, and no matter how hard she tried she could not see him.
"Someone very far and close to you at the same time." the voice called, beckoning her to come closer.
"Ron? Is that you?" Hermione asked, grasping for a hand that came into view. She felt her body being pulled in and two arms embraced her quickly. "Ron, what is going on?"
"I am not Ron." the voice said, tilting her head up toward him. When she looked up, all she could make out was one thing.
Blue eyes.
She gasped, unsure of who it was that was holding her tightly, and as she turned away she heard him say it again.
"Wake up."
And when she did, he was no longer there. It was Ron.
"Hermione! You had me worried. You have been in the bed kicking and screaming. What's going on?" he asked, concern apparent on his features.
"Nothing, just a bad dream." Hermione whispered, wiping a small amount of sweat from her face. 'That was no bad dream, it was too real to be a dream...'
