An: Yes yes i know it's been a while since I updated this and I have been working on other stories as I've had wicked writers block for this fic. Thats over as you can see by the fact there is a new chapter, but I want to make a point. DO NOT USE MY REVIEW OPTION TO BITCH AT EACH OTHER. You wanna discuss the finer points of ooc and pairings do it in a forum or through e-mail. And just so you know where I stand I believe Xavien is is correct, everything is a matter of opinion and to me mine comes first followed by my wife's and then my readers and as the majority of you have no problems with my story. Yes I know there are plot holes and my grammar is bad, but I am rewriting as you read this but I fully intend to finish this version first and then re-address the problems, If you don't like my attitude thats your choice:

Chapter 8: Bad dreams and disturbing visions..

Akane rose early the next morning to get ready for her classes hoping that today would go better than the day before. She glanced at Ranma's bed seeing the blankets tossed aside but no sign of him. Dressing quickly she made her way out into the common room to find most of the furniture moved to the sides of the room and Ranma performing one of his more rudimentary Kata's. Quietly so as not to disturb his concentration she settled down into one of the air chairs and watched as her fiance flowed from form to form as fluid as a river flowing it's course. Slowly other student began to rise from the dorms ready for breakfast only to walk down the stairs and slowly circle the room as they watched Ranma practice.

Feeling a tap on her shoulder Akane final tore her eyes away from Ranma to look at Hermione and Harry. Hermione watched with her mouth open in shock as Ranma seemed to defy gravity and began to move faster than most people were even able to see. "H-how is he doing this, it's impossible!"

Akane smiled a sad smile as she turned her gaze back to Ranma. "No it's possible, Ranma was taught nothing but Martial Arts since he was a child. He also picked up a few bad habits as well on the way. His father took him on a ten year training trip and now he is one of the best martial artists in the world. He may not always fight fair but he does always win."

Soon enough Ranma came to a halt and he blinked as he suddenly noticed the room full of people. "Um, hey watcha all staring at?."

Akane smiled at his cluelessness. "Come on Baka it's time for breakfast." Rising from the arm chair she grabbed his hand as he continued to stare at the gawking gryffindors and dragged him through the portrait hole.

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She squeezed his hand gently as they made their way along the corridors towards the main hall when her curiosity got the better if her. "How come you were up so early?"

Ranma tensed and pulled his hand from hers. "I felt like it."

Akane frowned ignoring the urge to reach for mallet sama and folded her arms across her chest. "I know you Ranma you'd sleep all day if you get away with it. Why were you really up."

Ranma turned to face her a scowl on his handsome face and he glared at Akane. "I had a nightmare, happy now? The big bad Ranma Saotome was scared of a bad dream!"

The urge to smack him with the hammer grew but she refrained, instead she lowered her arms and she gently reached for his hand. "No I'm not happy, I woke up and you weren't there I was worried about you.

Ranma sighed as she felt her small delicate hand slip into his, he always wondered how she kept her hands so soft considering all the bricks she smashed. "I'm sorry Kane, it just freaked me out, I dun mean to snap at ya."

Akane smiled slightly. "Do you want to tell me about it?

Ranma frowned slightly. "We were back at Jusendo after I beat Saffron and we were in the water, but this time you wouldn't wake up, I screamed and screamed but you just wouldn't open your eyes." He croaked out the end of the dream and stared at the floor. He looked up as he felt a small pair of arms slip around him.

"It was a dream Ranma, see I'm right here." She looked up and her brown eyes locked on his blue and before she knew what was happening his arms had encircled her and he was kissing her. She mewled as his mouth plundered hers in the firey display that was all Ranma, and soon far to soon for both teens the kiss ended.

"Wow!"

Akane just leaned against his chest gasping for breath, her knee's weak and her face flushed. Not trusting herself to speak she just clung to him with a silly grin on her face. Ranma smiled. "So shall we go for breakfast?" Slipping out of her hug he took her hand and they both began the trek to the great hall.

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As they entered the great hall to eat the first thing they noticed was most of the school seemed in good spirits and everyone was talking about what had happened to Professor Snape. During breakfast Akane was congratulated by the rest of her class mates of finally putting the potions master in his place. Looking somewhat embarrassed Akane tried to focus on her breakfast while at her side Ranma was trying his best not to laugh at the sheer absurdity of Akane being congratulated for one of her cooking disasters and the first thing he intended to do after classes today was send an owl to Kasumi and his mom telling them about it. He glanced at Akane's wrist watch and stood and grinned at his fiance. "We need to go it's almost time for Defense against the Dark Arts."

Akane glanced at her watch and sighed as she pushed her plate away hoping that this class would go a lot better than potions. As a group the gryffindors all rose and made their way out into the corridors and stopped as they came face to face with a truly disturbing sight, a semi clothed Serverus Snape, if you could call what was left of his robes semi clothed. The two groups stared at each other and for once Snape's animosity and hatred was not aimed at the boy who lived but instead of she who can't cook.

Akane blanched at the sight of the furious potions teacher and took a step backwards squeezing Ranma's hand. Soon enough Snape scowled and turned and strode away with as much dignity afforded to a man who's backside was clearly visible to everyone who could see. As he disappeared down into the dungeons and slowly but surely the gryffidor students began to laugh, all except Neville who glanced at Harry his eyes wide with horror.

"Oh god I'm scarred for life."

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TBC...

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