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Author's Note: I'm really sorry about the delay, I have no excuse.

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"Bloody paperwork." Ron muttered as a means of consolation.

Hermione smiled and shook her head, "It's fine really. Just promise you won't stay up late again."

"Cross my heart and hope to die." Ron said, mock-solemnly. This time the smile reached her eyes. Ron returned it and walked back to his desk, sandwich in hand. Slowly, the smile slipped off Hermione's face as she turned and began to put away the groceries.

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In Which Even Less Happens Than Last Chapter

Ron walked down a hallway that eerily resembled a Hogwarts corridor and the hall in his house, though he knew it was neither. He didn't know where he was or why, only that he had to keep walking, and that was fine with him.

Ron would have been content to walk with nothing but his thoughts for company for quite a while longer, but he suddenly ran out of hall. Ron stood stock still, facing three doors that seemed to stare back at him. The first door was an endearing shade of Gryffindor-red. On it was a gold plate that said in big, blocky letters: HERMIONE.

Ron blankly surveyed the red door for a moment before his gaze slid to the next. This second door was an impossibly light shade of blue. In wispy, curling letters, the plate on the door read: Luna. Ron gazed at this door perhaps a moment longer than the first before his eyes fell on the last door.

It was undecorated and plain, but somehow seemed more important and real than the other two. A deepest shade of black, it commanded the all-white hallway and though there was no name-plate on this door, Ron stared at it for the longest of the three.

Until this point, Ron had a purpose: to walk. Now, he knew he needed to choose a door, but for the life of him, he couldn't decide which. Ron took half a step toward the "Hermione" door, hesitated, made a movement to the "Luna" door, frowned, and then contemplated the black door for a long time. Before Ron could make a choice (it would have been a while anyway) a fourth door appeared that piqued his curiosity. It was emerald-green and labeled "Harry". Ron arched an eyebrow and headed for the green door. He hesitated for half a second before turning the knob and opening the door…

Inside was a cozy, green-walled room with a large, Gryffindor style four-poster in the center. On this bed lay a half clothed Harry Potter. When Harry heard the door open, he started and sat up. "Get out of here perv! This is Ginny's door!" Ron backed out of the room and banged the door shut. For a few horrific moments, Ron tried to shake the images and their implications out of his head. He failed.

When he had mostly recovered (he'd probably never be the same) he stood and faced the doors again. After a few moments of thought, he cautiously approached the "Hermione" door. Ron turned the handle, and opened the door a crack. What he saw brought a smile to his face and a tear to his eye.

He saw himself, and Hermione sitting on their old couch, talking. As he watched, Hermione moved closer and placed her hand on his. Ron saw himself smile and lean in for a kiss. He gently closed the red door.

Ron stood still for a moment before opening the next door, marked "Luna". When the door swung open, he was not too surprised to find himself looking into a furniture store, the very furniture store he'd met Luna in not too long ago…From his vantage point, he could clearly see he and Luna sitting on the large oak bed Luna had liked, catching up and pointing out furniture. A small smile graced Ron's lips before he closed the blue door too.

Now, Ron progressed to the only door he hadn't opened: the black one. It stood a good foot higher than any of the others and, though it was old and plain, commanded respect…if a door could do that. There was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary about the gold door knob. It was tarnished and worn. It might have been Ron's eyes playing tricks on him, but he thought he caught a golden glow just under the surface. But it was only there for a second and then it was gone.

With an air of apprehension, Ron grasped the door knob, turned it, and pushed the door open. The last thing Ron remembered was an ominous creaking as he took a step forward, and fell through the darkness…

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At his desk, Ron Weasley sat bolt upright. It took him nearly a minute to realize he had fallen asleep filling out paper work and not fallen into the abyss. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair muttering, "That was some dream…."

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Author's Note: So yea, there's the obligatory "Dream" chapter. You shouldn't have to ask Trelawney to figure out what it means. : )

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