Chapter 12- I Thought It Was All A Dream
The next morning, Hermione awoke with normal looking eyes. For the first time in a week, she hadn't cried herself to sleep. Not even realizing that fact, Hermione was desperately trying to remember her dream. For minutes she thought, until she finally gave up. She swung herself out of bed, and padded off towards the bathroom. As she stepped into her shower, it came back.
'Harry was here,' she remembered, 'he told me it wasn't my fault what Dean did. He said that Dean and I would have broken up eventually. Then he carried me to my bed, and…that's when I woke up.'
Hermione couldn't decide if she was glad or upset that Harry had been so sweet in her dream. But while she was shampooing her hair, Hermione made a decision.
'Yes, I like Harry in a more-than-friendly way, but I'm not going to act on it. I need Harry and Ron just to be there right now, nothing more. And yes, Dean was right. I was subconsciously using him to get to Harry. So as long as I remember that, I can ignore the stares and looks I know I'll get when I actually come to class today.'
Soon, she finished her shower, and put on her robes. Then she exited her room, and headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
The first thing she noticed when she walked in the door was the silence. Everyone had shut up as soon as she entered the door. Hermione refused to notice anything but the hand Harry was waving at her.
She went and sat down next to him, telling herself that no, she wasn't hitting on him.
"Good morning, Herbie." Under the table, he took her hand in his and squeezed. "Hope you're feeling better."
Hermione just stared at him. "Hermione, is there something wrong?"
Ron looked at her, taking his eyes off of Lavender. "Oh…it's just that I could've sworn that was just a dream…I mean, you haven't called me Herbie since June."
"What was just a dream?" Harry looked at her curiously.
"Well, last night I dreamt I was reading, and the door opened, but no one was there. Then I asked them a couple of times to tell me who was there, and then you just sort of…appeared (she purposely avoided using the Invisibility cloak in her dream). You called me Herbie, and comforted me. It was a pretty normal dream."
Harry looked at her. "Hermione, that wasn't a dream. I had to go bother Dumbledore to get your password and location, but I needed to talk to you."
"Oh." Hermione felt stupid, but ate her breakfast.
"It's alright Hermione, you've had a long week. Don't worry about it." Hermione couldn't help but grin when she realized that Harry must still like her in a more-than-friendly way as well. This idea was only confirmed as he started rubbing her back soothingly, not caring who saw.
"I won't worry, Harry. In fact, I'm glad."
He seemed surprised, but then remembered some of the things he'd done last night. 'She must have realized that we like each other as something more than friends.'
Neither of them noticed the angry look Dean was giving them from down the table.
1 End Chapter 12
Uh-oh….scary Dean! This can't bode well for the future….
78 reviews in only 5 chapters!! I'm so excited! Anyhoo, keep them coming!! I love reading your thoughts on my story!!
To those of you who asked why the Dursley's gave Harry a computer, all that will be answered in due time….
~Herbie
The next morning, Hermione awoke with normal looking eyes. For the first time in a week, she hadn't cried herself to sleep. Not even realizing that fact, Hermione was desperately trying to remember her dream. For minutes she thought, until she finally gave up. She swung herself out of bed, and padded off towards the bathroom. As she stepped into her shower, it came back.
'Harry was here,' she remembered, 'he told me it wasn't my fault what Dean did. He said that Dean and I would have broken up eventually. Then he carried me to my bed, and…that's when I woke up.'
Hermione couldn't decide if she was glad or upset that Harry had been so sweet in her dream. But while she was shampooing her hair, Hermione made a decision.
'Yes, I like Harry in a more-than-friendly way, but I'm not going to act on it. I need Harry and Ron just to be there right now, nothing more. And yes, Dean was right. I was subconsciously using him to get to Harry. So as long as I remember that, I can ignore the stares and looks I know I'll get when I actually come to class today.'
Soon, she finished her shower, and put on her robes. Then she exited her room, and headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
The first thing she noticed when she walked in the door was the silence. Everyone had shut up as soon as she entered the door. Hermione refused to notice anything but the hand Harry was waving at her.
She went and sat down next to him, telling herself that no, she wasn't hitting on him.
"Good morning, Herbie." Under the table, he took her hand in his and squeezed. "Hope you're feeling better."
Hermione just stared at him. "Hermione, is there something wrong?"
Ron looked at her, taking his eyes off of Lavender. "Oh…it's just that I could've sworn that was just a dream…I mean, you haven't called me Herbie since June."
"What was just a dream?" Harry looked at her curiously.
"Well, last night I dreamt I was reading, and the door opened, but no one was there. Then I asked them a couple of times to tell me who was there, and then you just sort of…appeared (she purposely avoided using the Invisibility cloak in her dream). You called me Herbie, and comforted me. It was a pretty normal dream."
Harry looked at her. "Hermione, that wasn't a dream. I had to go bother Dumbledore to get your password and location, but I needed to talk to you."
"Oh." Hermione felt stupid, but ate her breakfast.
"It's alright Hermione, you've had a long week. Don't worry about it." Hermione couldn't help but grin when she realized that Harry must still like her in a more-than-friendly way as well. This idea was only confirmed as he started rubbing her back soothingly, not caring who saw.
"I won't worry, Harry. In fact, I'm glad."
He seemed surprised, but then remembered some of the things he'd done last night. 'She must have realized that we like each other as something more than friends.'
Neither of them noticed the angry look Dean was giving them from down the table.
1 End Chapter 12
Uh-oh….scary Dean! This can't bode well for the future….
78 reviews in only 5 chapters!! I'm so excited! Anyhoo, keep them coming!! I love reading your thoughts on my story!!
To those of you who asked why the Dursley's gave Harry a computer, all that will be answered in due time….
~Herbie
