In Your Dreams
Hermione was curled in a ruby armchair, her hands clutched to her chest. In her fingers, she held tight her copy of 'One Thousand Magical Herbs & Fungi', it's cover bent and tattered with use. Her eyes fluttered slightly as she dreamed, her body twisting in her sleep.
His eyes bore into her, his smile like nothing she had ever seen. The way he moved; there was something almost cat-like. It was wrong, but she no longer cared. He breathed her name softly, his breath caressing her neck. Hermione had never felt more on edge, yet completely comfortable before in her life. They had hidden themselves away, so no one would find them; except, deep down, they wished for the excitement. A Gryffindor and a Slytherin – it was almost unheard of. Yet here they were, wrapped in each others embrace.
"Hermione," he breathed again.
"Oh, Blaise," she managed to reply.
"Hermione." His voice came slightly rougher this time. "Hermione." She frowned.
"Hermione!"
She jolted awake; sweat dripping down her brow. Harry stood over her, his eyes wide.
"Hermione, are you okay?" He asked, but she wasn't listening. She was trying to make sense of what just happened, and prayed with all her might that she hadn't been talking in her sleep.
"I'm fine..." she mumbled. Harry seemed to understand and quietly took a seat beside her.
"So," he said softly, "... Blaise?"
"Oh Merlin, Harry!" She hissed and quickly stood. She tried to speak, to explain it away, but all that came out was a small squeak. Quickly gathering her belongings, Hermione rushed to the girls dorms. As she reached the stair case, she stopped. Turning, she saw Harry still on the couch – a grin spread ear to ear. Taking a deep breath she said:
"Don't tell ANYONE!" Harry held his hands in the air in defeat and chuckled:
"Not a word."
And with that, Hermione ascended the stairs, cheeks red and heart racing. Why did she have to dream about him?!
A/N: Words – 332
Choc Frog – (Bronze) Phyllida Spore
IYD - 76. 'Paperback'
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