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Ron Dreams Hermione

Dear God! I'm grownup up! AND I'M MARRIED TO HERMIONE!!!

"Ron, can you wake the kids?" Hermione's voice asked from behind him. At first, he was to shock by his age in the reflection of the mirror to listen, but the word kids woke Ron from his trance.

Wait. Kidsss! There is more than one?! Oh god, we've been busy.

"Aaaa, Hermione, What's the date?" asked Ron as he struggled to find some clothes. As much as he liked the idea of his high-toned body being displayed in front of the girl he thought was the greatest woman in his life, he didn't like the idea of being 2/3 naked at this particular moment.

"The twenty-third." Replied Hermione, who was still invisible from view.

"Of what month? Sorry, I'm drawing a blank this morning." Added Ron quickly, in fear she would get suspicious.

"Of August." Answered Hermione openly.

August, yeah, but of what year?

"Hermione—oh hell!" started Ron as he turned around to face her, only to be welcomed to Hermione wearing a skirt with her back to him. A skirt and only a skirt.

"What?" asked a surprised Hermione, who spun around to face him. Just as she turned, Ron covered his eyes. Though he was quick to shield his view, he was sure he saw something…

"Can you—can you put a shirt on?"

"Why? Am I bothering you?" she asked sexily.

"Well, It's just that—the kids might be awake." Ron stated as a quick cover-up.

"Oh yeah, right." Said Hermione, whom sounded rather disappointed.

Ron waited a few seconds before he was sure Hermione had at least a bra on, but she had gone back into the bathroom. Quickly putting on a maroon sweater and brown pants, Ron left the room into an open hallway with half a dozen doors.

Quiet, but quickly, Ron opened the doors in search of his children.

Please, don't there be eight of them, he thought after peeking into the third door. This Hermione has to be smart enough to not make the same mistake Mum had. Would Hermione really keep going to have a daughter? No—no way, that isn't like Hermione. But then again, this Hermione might be different.

It wasn't till Ron opened the door with a Quittich poster did he find a kid's room.

It was messy, but not as bad as Ron's back home. Clothes hung over a chair and the end of the bed with a lump under the blankets, rising and falling softly.

Not exactly knowing what to do, Ron stepped in soundlessly. Tip toeing to the bedside, Ron reached out and poked the lump rather hard. In a quick flash, the blankets flew off, revealing a young boy.

Ron jumped back a good two feet, not only by the boy's reaction, but also by the kid himself:

He was about ten with a mess of brown short hair that stuck up like spikes. His face was like Ron's when he was in his first year, however his expression of fright was identical to the one Hermione has when she was scared. Not to mention, the kid had Ron's blue eyes. This had to be the boy in the photo as a baby with Hermione.

"Dad!" He yelled in surprise.

"Uh…Hey, Kiddo." Said Ron hesitantly, remembering he didn't know the boy's name.

"Dad, I thought you said you were going to start knocking!" complained the boy as he jumped out of the bed. Ron was shocked to see that he wore orange boxers with broomsticks just like Ron did.

Un—believe—able.

"Sorry," stated Ron as he turned to leave the room. Before shutting the door, he glanced back to get another glimpse of the boy, who was taller then he thought.

God, he's like me. To bad I don't know his name. Hope it isn't stupid like Bilbus.

Entering another room, Ron was shocked to see that it was rather modern then childish. The walls were off white with two beds on each side.

Great, not only is there more then one, but I might be older then I thought. Perfect.

"Ron!!!" called Hermione from what seemed like downstairs. "Breakfast is ready!!"

"Coming!" answered Ron unwillingly. He couldn't find the kids who took up the room, considering the beds were made, so he walked off down the hall, following it down a set of stairs.

Once he walked into a kitchen full of pots, pans, and food he was greeted by the noise of hundreds of people. Only, there weren't a hundred of them—only four.

Hermione, now clothed in her skirt and a purple long sleeved shirt, was at the counter, making up plates full of eggs, bacon, and pancakes. At the table sat the blue-eyed boy, studying the daily prophet. His face was so full of content that it was like watching Hermione study for a test.

Bloody hell, He is defiantly our kid.

A movement to the left caught Ron's eye, making him turn to be greeted a younger version of Hermione and a clone.

Holy cow, there is more then one Hermione in this dream?!

But then Ron looked a bit closer to the girls, who were actually sorted books; he realized that they weren't Hermiones, only looked like her.

"Morning, Daddy!" they squealed in unison. It scared Ron so much he had to blink several times in case his eyes were playing tricks on him. They looked just as much as Hermione as the boy did to Ron. Busy brown hair pulled into a ponytail with their big brown eyes dancing with excitement.

Twin girls, should have known it runs in the family. But that must be it, right? I mean, everyone's down here—

Suddenly, something jumped onto Ron's back, making him stumble onto the floor. He could feel hands around his neck and in desperation he yelled for help.

"Jack! Get off your father! He needs to go to work soon and he didn't even have breakfast!" called a strict Hermione from the sink.

The heavy weight was lifted from Ron's back, resulting in a small five-year-old red haired boy hopping onto a chair at the table.

"Jackie, say sorry." Said one of the twin girls.

"Sorry." Mumbled the boy before forking into his plate of eggs.

Damn, it hurts to be a dad, thought Ron as he rubbed his back and went over to a chair. As he sat, he continuously put food in his mouth, trying to make it so he didn't have to say anything.

Throughout the breakfast, Ron learned a lot about his 'family': The older boy who looked like Ron was named Hugo and was going to start his first year at Hogwarts the following month, the twins were Jade and Holly, both of them as brilliant and obsessed with reading at only nine, and the younger toddler boy that had ginger hair was the troublemaker and godson of Fred and George.

"Well, honey you better get going," said Hermione as she bent and kissed him on the cheek, "you don't want to be late."

"Late?" Ron asked confused. But already the scene in the kitchen became a blur, and when he thought he was sitting at the breakfast table, he was now sitting at a desk in an office. I bewilderment, Ron cried out, falling back on his chair to, once again, be lying on the floor.

"Ron? Ron! What happened?!" said a panic man as he hurried to help Ron back to his feet.

"Uh, just fell." Muttered Ron, still shaken from the sudden change of rooms. He quickly walked fast over to a mirror on the wall, only to realize that he didn't change dreams again. Same shirt, same face, same older body.

"Be careful, mate, having those kids running around can catch up to you after a while." Said the man as he turned to leave the office. Once the man reached the door, he turned slightly to face Ron.

"By the way, I need a report on that last case. Doug seemed to have lost it, again." He chuckled lightly as he shut the door.

Ron didn't know what it was, but something about the man seemed very familiar… anyway, Ron had bigger problems to face. He had to get out of these dreams.

God, this is annoying, thought Ron. It's like I never sleep! And what does this all have to do with me being poisoned?

But Ron felt like he knew the answer already. So far, every dream seemed to revolve around one person: Hermione. He could feel his heart pound harder at every memory of the dreams; the soft Hermione, the shy Hermione, the sassy Hermione—

Wait! I'm starting to see something. He could just see what Hermione would say to that if he said that with her around. "Oh, Ron, that's a first."

"Ha! Real funny, Mione!" called out Ron. Then he slapped his face. "Real funny, Mione, Bloody hell, now I'm talking to myself."

Pacing across the room, Ron thought hard.

Ok. First, he was knocked out. Second, he was having these totally bizarre dreams.

Great, all I have to do is break the cycle. But how? Everything that happens ends differently. Not to mention Hermione being involved. But what does she have to do with it?

That was how Ron spent the next six hours. He thought long and hard, made a chart of the dreams, even read up on dreams from the shelf of books. After all this time I pick up a book and Hermione's not here to see it. He shook his hard, trying to get his best friend out of his head. Not really my best friend anymore though, The pain of her crying after his first quittich game still hurt his insides. He never meant to hurt her. He was just anger at how she didn't have faith in him. Why can't she believe in me? Sure I'm not book smart or romantic or—Hold on! Did I say Romantic? Why do I care if I am romantic to her? I don't like her!

Bu now Ron was realizing how much Hermione's eyes glowed when he made a funny joke, how her smile shown when he made the quittich team that year. But her strict controlling self made Ron feel stupid and childish. He could never live with that.

Than why am I unable to let her go?

Suddenly, Ron came to a halt. Something was now dawning on him, something he should have known all along. In every dream, he had saw Hermione in every way. Well, in every emotional way.

Let's see, the Hermione in the mist—caring. Hermione at the burrow—shy. Graduation—angry. Baking in the kitchen—romantic. At the beach—affectionate. And now an older wife—responsible. But how many Hermiones does I have to dream of?

But he knew he didn't need to survive them all. Because he knew he always would. Because he liked her more then he wanted to. And why? Because—well, hell, he didn't know why. He just did.

And all he knew was that if he didn't wake up, he'll never know what would happen if he told her he loved her.

Don't worry, peeps, another chapter will be up soon. Also, I'm sad to say Ron's dreams will be coming to an end soon. But that won't be for at least another three more weeks!!

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