The weekend couldn't have come soon enough. Every day, whilst in classes, Tom felt her eyes on him. Since the afternoon near the Black Lake, when Hermione found him asleep and having a wet dream about her, he avoided her like a curse pointed at him. Every so often, as they sat in the small classroom, their eyes would meet. He swore he could see her face turn bright pink, but he'd been too embarrassed about what happened and looked away.

When Saturday rolled around, he couldn't be happier. Tom quickly ate breakfast at the Great Hall without seeing her. His Slytherin peers, on the other hand, still wasn't too fond of him since his transfer from Durmstrang. He was too much of a troublemaker and cost them lots of points with all his fights and arguments.

Tom made his way out of the Great Hall and out to the Black Lake with his book in hand. It was nice and cool as he walked along the field. The area was empty. There was a slight breeze coming from the Forbidden Forest. He made his way down closer to the shore, where the sun was shining.

The lake was steady as he sat and looked out. He stared at the spot in his dream where they almost kissed. They would have, if he wasn't woken up and his dream interrupted. It was just getting to the best part.

Tom laid down on the grass and placed his hand behind his head. He stared at the sky. There were a few clouds sprinkled throughout. They looked like fluffy cotton.

His view was suddenly blocked. Her brown eyes were staring down at him. "Here for another wet dream about me?" Hermione asked.

He quickly covered his crotch with his hands as if he had done something wrong. She laughed and threw her head back. He didn't like that she was laughing at his expense. Things could have been worse.

"Wicked," he huffed under his breath and sat up. He had done nothing wrong, but for some reason, he felt like it.

Hermione sat close to him, leaving a gap between their bodies. "What is it about this spot?"

"What do you mean?"

"I heard you say my name that afternoon. So don't deny it, Riddle. Also saw the bulge in your trousers. Not difficult to put two together."

"You interrupted a very nice dream," Tom smirked as he turned his head to look at her. There wasn't any sign of amusement in her eyes.

"What was your dream about?" she asked.

"Well," he started. "Kind of odd, really."

"Weirder things have happened in Hogwarts."

He turned back to the lake and nodded. "I dreamt you were dreaming of me," he replied and pulled a few blades of grass beside him. "Here," he let it fall through his fingers.

"I was reading and fell asleep. I dreamt that you were a horrible boyfriend," Hermione continued for him.

"Amortentia," he added.

"What was I wearing?"

They both turned to each other. "Why does it matter?" he asked.

"I want to know if we had the same dream," she answered.

Tom scratched the back of his head, ruining his dark curls. "Uh, shorts and a shirt."

"You placed your jacket on me?" Hermione asked.

He turned back to the lake. It was getting too strange. Their sudden entanglement made him confused. "I didn't want others to see you."

"It was warm, from what I can recall."

"We swam," Tom continued.

"You stripped down to your boxers," Hermione grinned. There was a playfulness in her voice.

Tom swallowed and didn't dare to meet her eyes. Was it possible that they had the same dream? There was no other way for her to know what he dreamt about. It was similar down to the small details.

"I had the dream in the morning, that's why I came here in the afternoon. Instead, I found you," she answered his unspoken question.

"We just keep bumping into each other here."

"We kissed," Hermione said and stood up.

"What?" Tom was flustered at first. "Wait. What?" he stood up and stopped her from leaving.

"In my dream. When we were swimming in the lake, we kissed," her cheeks turned pink.

She was cute when she blushed, he thought. "I never got to finish my dream. You woke me up," he stepped forward and closed the gap between their bodies.

Hermione placed her hands on his chest to stop him. "I'm not easy, Riddle. See you in my dreams," she winked and left him there.

end.