Over The Rim

By Little~Trixta

Genre: Romance

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: No Own Potter.

A.N: First of all, Let me just say that I never thought I'd get even one review for this story, and thank you very much to all who read this for reviewing. They had to be the best reviews I've gotten on a story so far! Second of all, I hadn't really intended to make a second chapter, but with reviews like those, how can I not? haha..Oh! And for those of you who haven't read the first part of 'Over The Rim.' I greatly suggest you press the little clicker thingy up there and go back to reading that one first. ^- ^ Thanks again! And I hope you all enjoy this part as well!

Over The Rim: Chapter Two- "The Dream That Wasn't"

'Ugh, Morning already?' Hermione thought in a half awake, half asleep state. As her vision cleared Hermione could see the light peering through the tiny holes in her blanket, and assumed that morning was probably it. The girl sighed and shifted under her covers. She had the slightest notion that she had dreamt a wonderful dream. Like that feeling you get that your imagination threw together the most unimaginable dream meant to last only up to the point where you awake, and all that your left with is a strong curiosity to remember the dream, and only a warm feeling left in place of your memory. But as much as Hermione tried, she just couldn't replay the events. Except of course, one thing that might have been a key to her dream. She remembered a boy. He had messy dark hair cut in a disorderly manner, and now that she thought about it he sort of resembled Harry. And she was with the boy at Hogsmeade, or some place that looked an awful lot like Hogsmeade. But that was about it, and she decided to quit her struggle on remembering the rest, for at the moment she was all to exhausted to care.

She knew she'd have to get up sometime soon and get ready for classes, but all Hermione was interested in actually was to sleep. Sleep and well, that's about it. For what seemed the first time in Hermione's life at Hogwarts, she'd rather sleep in then get up and do some early morning studying before class. It wasn't her fault, she was tired, and if anyone had any say on it then they could blame her tiredness instead.

"Well, this is something you don't see very often." Came the rather recognizable voice of Lavender Brown who had been standing at the foot of Hermione's bed.

"Do you think we should wake her?" Parvati Patil asked who had been standing along side Lavender.

"Are you kidding? And miss the opportunity to witness the look on Professor Trealawny's face once Hermione Granger walks through the door twenty minutes late?" Lavender laughed.

"Yes, I suppose that would be interesting, wouldn't it?" Parvati replied following Lavenders giggles.

"Maybe if she sleeps in long enough her hair will flatten beneath her pillow." Lavender whispered.

"Oh don't be silly Lavender. That could never happen!" Both girls were full into laughs now, not even realizing how loud they actually were.

"Oh, we better get going ourselves before we're late too." Lavender said looking up at the clock on the Girl's Dormitory wall.

After both girls were well out of the room, Hermione was left alone in the Dormitory, still taking in everything the girls had said. Did they honestly think she wouldn't be able to hear them going on about her like that? Well obviously not. She'd over hear other girls talk about her like that often enough, but never with her so close by like that. As Hermione clung to her pillow she decided not to worry about it. After all, it didn't matter what any of the girls said. Right?

'Of course not. I mustn't dwell on whatever those girls say about me. I- I have to get out of bed! That's what I have to do." Hermione thought throwing her sheets aside. Not knowing what to do next beside get dressed Hermione threw on her uniform, scrambled for her things, and made a sprint for the door.

Luckily there were still mounds of children roaming the halls and she wasn't going to be late after all. That would show Lavender and Parvati. But as Hermione kept walking, she couldn't help replay their words in her head. It was racking her brain.

'Ugh! Why can't I forget what they said, and remember my dream instead?" Hermione said to herself.

While Hermione continued to talk, she could hear the familiar voices of Harry and Ron around the corner. She could barely make out what they were saying, but she managed to catch a few sentences as she stood beside the wall meeting the corner between her and Ron and Harry.

"I can't believe you went to Hogsmeade without me!" Hermione could tell that was Ron.

"Aw, Come on Ron! Don't be mad. It was sort of just a 'spur of the moment' kind of thing." And that was Harry's voice.

'Hogsmeade? When'd Harry go to Hogsm-*gasp*' Hermione dropped her books. Suddenly she remembered everything.

. 'That wasn't a dream I had. It all really happened!' Hermione thought. She had the feeling that her face was flushed, because people were now staring at her as they passed. Realizing that her books were now scattered amongst the floor of the hall, Hermione bent down to pick them up.

'I wonder what I must've looked like to those people. A girl standing in the middle of the hall, red in the face, and her books scattered before her must be some sight.' Hermione thought to herself. ' Funny, that's the second time in two days that I've caught myself looking foolish.'

Just after reaching for her last book Hermione stood up only to face Harry himself. If it weren't for her quick thinking and her sudden pledge to make that act of foolishness her last for the day, Hermione would've dropped her books once again.

"Hey, Hermione." Harry greeted cheerfully.

"Hello, Harry." Hermione smiled back.

"What happened to you?" Harry asked referring to the books now safely bundled into the space in Hermione's book bag.

"Oh, uh.. Peeves. You know that goof. He just bustled right by me as if he owned the place." Hermione replied sheepishly, hoping her excuse had worked.

"Oh." Was all Harry's reply. Hermione sighed.

"I think Ron's mad for us not asking him to go to Hogsmeade with us." Harry said with his head hanging loose. If it'd have gone any lower you could declare him 'Nearly Headless Harry."

"Yea, I sort of guessed that's how he'd react." Hermione replied. "But don't worry Harry, he'll be fine. Especially once we tell him the awful time we had." Hermione said while at the same time really thinking :

'Despite our luck, It was worth it. Besides, we never have the chance to be alone that often, that is except when we're in the library, but that doesn't really count." She could easily admit to herself that it was just about the best time she'd had with Harry, without the possibility of being killed.

"Yea, I suppose. Well, we'll sit down with Ron later, and explain everything. But for now, I think it's best if we head to class." Harry said as he and Hermione made their way to their first classes.

To Be Continued.

A.N: I know I know!! It's short. So very short. But I'm tired and hungry, and I just had to snip it off here. I know it's a lame spot to end, but I had to cut it off somewhere. Despite it's size, hoped you liked it!!

Next Chapter: What really happened at Hogsmeade between Harry and Hermione? Find out in the next chapter!!

Chapter Three: Behind Closed Portals