A/N: I don't know how I can thank all you reviewers enough. I don't think I've ever gotten so many reviews! THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH! It's amazing how many people automatically become interested in your story just because you write H/H in your summary…And I got well over 10 reviews. Oh, and I read this one fic and was very impressed, it was very funny and I enjoyed it, so I decided to recommend it to you. It's called "You Don't Know Jack." It's just the character reminded me so much of me that I was riotously funny. And there is one story, weather you like Draco or not, that everyone needs to read. It's called "Perished Dreams" and it's written by Thea. Right now I'm working toward writing like her. Okay, well here's chapter 5.
What She Thinks: Chapter 5: Dreams and Medallions
Hermione found herself daydreaming the two days. This had never happened to her before. They had decided, starting next week, Hermione would be taking lessons every other day until tryouts. In between classes she would stare at the lake and couldn't help but smile. She didn't talk to Harry much, but lay in bed late at night thinking about him. What was most interesting about her thoughts about Harry was they were no long, tiring, endless arguments with herself, but Thoughts such as: 'So this is love?' and 'He kissed me!' This fraise popped up at odd moments. Like in Transfiguration.
Hermione almost became anxious to fall asleep at night, each dream of him sweeter and more clear than the last.
That night however, she had an extremely odd dream.
Someone was leading her through a village. Looking up from the ground she saw it was Harry. She smiled at him and he returned her grin. They entered an old shack. Harry led her to the back of the shed, before leaving. Alone, Hermione looked around, in front of her was a dark wall with pieces of wood chipped out of it in a design. Slowly walking toward it she stretched out her hand to feel it. In a sudden flash of white light she was standing in a darkened clearing, surrounded by wood. A bush began to quiver behind her. She spun around as the spark of blinding light brought her back to the abandon shack. In udder confusion she felt the design. It was an engraving, an animal of some sort. Then again, she was in the clearing, as harry stepped out of the bush. With sigh of relief she raced to him, but once they touched she fond herself feeling the engraving once more. It was a phoenix. As she touched it, it shot out a brilliant blaze of red and gold, flashing from Harry's face to the engraving, as though under a slide projector on full speed.
Shooting bolt up in bed, her breathing fast and shallow she stared wildly around in confusion.
Not knowing what this dream was suppose to mean, Hermione had decided to ignore it. After her kiss from Harry ('He kissed me!') she had been wondering if he was still interested in Cho. This continued to nag at her.
"Hermione!" Harry said, sprinting down the hall to catch up with her.
Hermione waited for him to catch his breath and listened.
"Practice--Tomorrow at four--" He panted.
She nodded politely and continued down the hall, smiling to herself. She liked practicing with Harry.
"Oh--and--I needed to ask you something." He said, jogging along side her once more. "C'mon," he said, nodding his head in the direction of an empty classroom to his right.
"Yes?" She asked once he had shut and locked the door behind them.
"It's this," He said, handing her a chipped piece of stone on a long red ribbon. Examining it more closely in her own hands Hermione could see the fine design engraved n neatly apon it. She could tell it was the head of a phoenix, taking flight, though a third of the rock had been broken off. Flashing back to her dream she quickly asked, "Where did you get this?"
"It was in a package on my bed when I went up to my dorm to get my Divination books." Harry explained.
"Oh," Hermione still felt rather uncomfortable to be alone with Harry, even with everything racing across her mind at the moment.
"Harry?" She asked, "When you…"
"When I kissed you." Harry finished for her.
"Yah. What--What were--what was going through your mind?" Hermione noticed they had somehow become very close. Weather Harry had come closer or Hermione had inched in his direction she didn't know.
"Why do you ask?" He said slyly but quickly dropped his head in shame.
"Hermione, there's something you don't know, but it makes this whole situation very wrong." He informed her, backing up and resting his hand on the door handle.
Hermione was confused but stared back down at the broken medallion.
"Well, anyway, I'll--I'll try and find the other half to this--you know, look it up." She said, trying hard to keep her tone free of all the awkwardness she felt inside as her stomach turned uncomfortably.
Hermione tossed her bag down on her four poster and sank into it, Harry's words echoing in her head as she lay there…What didn't she know?
Unzipping her bag she began to lay out her potions work when she stopped at the sight of a ripped piece of parchment in-between pages three and four in her textbook. Unfolding it she read silently:
H. Granger-
Meet me in the trophy room at 12:00 sharp this Tuesday. We have some things to discus.
-Be there
A/N: And yes I'm stopping there, if I get 10 reviews I will continue. I know this one is short but I promise the next one will be very long, and boy do I like Harry without a shirt on…to answer your question…
~Gabbi D.
P.S. If your name is Griff please scroll down…
Dear Griff,
When you said it was confusing, what part? I really want to improve my writing as much as possible so if you read this chapter please add in your review what you meant and I will work hard on making it better.
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~Gabbi D.