"Cookies done? They smell good. You must take after your Mum, Hermi." Harry said, smiling. Hermione turned her head away so he wouldn't see her blushing.
"Actually, they're coming out in 10 minutes." Mrs. Granger said.
Harry sighed. Hermione supposed he was wondering if he could tolerate the smell that long. She felt stupid, wearing an apron and big oven mitts. Her hair was in a messy bun, but Harry didn't look like he was noticing anything but the smell of the cookies. Hermione sat down, and took an oven mitt off, daydreaming about Harry. She imagined herself dressed up in a sky blue satin dress with gloves, and Harry in a suit. Oh, he looked so handsome. She twirled her hair around her finger, showing that she was lost in thought. All she could think about was Harry. Harry looked at her and coughed, hiding a laugh. She then realized how silly she must look, with one oven mitt on, in an apron, eyes glazed over, and twirling her hair with her oven mitt-free hand. She giggled.
After what seemed like an hour, the cookies finally came out. Hermione was utterly enjoying the praise from Harry about how good they were. She wondered if he liked her. After they had eaten so many cookies they would be sick if they ate any more, they went to bed, early though it was, at 8:30. Hermione looked up at her boring ceiling, commenting about her plain room.
"It's so plain, I wish it was interesting. Maybe with real fairies or something." Hermione said, and with that, she looked over at the sleeping Harry and rolled over and went to sleep herself. What she didn't realize though, was that Harry wasn't asleep.
* * * * *
"Harry," Hermione breathed, "I love you."
"I love you too, Hermione..." His voice trailed off as he leaned over and kissed her. As they pulled away, Hermione wondered if this was true. She looked into his eyes, and found herself stuck there, not able to stop looking into them. So...green, so wonderful. He pulled her into his arms, and she couldn't think of any better place to be. She was so safe, so happy, in his arms, looking into his beautiful green eyes. He ran his fingers through her hair, and whispered, once more "I love you too..."
Hermione turned her face away, letting tears flow, wondering why he had to go back to the Dursleys. Why couldn't he live with her, where they'd be together?
"Don't cry...don't cry" He said, trying to comfort her. She looked at him kind of sideways, wondering why he knew she was crying. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
"I love you!" She sobbed, throwing her arms around his neck. She now saw that he was crying too, and she tried to wipe the tears away from his face, but they continued to flow. He didn't want to leave her any more than she wanted him to. She pulled him into another kiss, wondering if she would see him again, or if the dark lord would...she couldn't even finish her thought. "Don't go" She whispered. She was shaking now, but as long as she was in his arms she felt safe.
"I love you, Hermione" Harry whispered one more time, before releasing her.
"NO! HARRY, DON'T LEAVE ME!" Hermione screamed, not wanting Harry to leave.
* * * * *
Hermione woke up, her pillow wet with tears, realizing it had been a dream. What a romantic dream, though, she wished she would never have woken up. She then realized that Harry wasn't on the floor. Her first thought was good, he didn't hear me if I actually screamed, but that thought disappeared quickly, replaced with where is he? I hope he isn't hurt!
She worried about him for a while, but soon her eyes would no longer allow her to worry, and she slipped back into her sleep. She didn't remember any dreams she'd had except the romantic dream about Harry when her alarm sounded. She reached over without opening her eyes and pressed the snooze button. 10 minutes later, she repeated the process, and wondered why she had set her alarm in the first place. Then she went back to sleep for another 10 minutes. The third time, she finally opened her eyes. She screamed. Her eyes roamed the room, wondering if this was another dream.