Dream of Me
A/N: Okay!! Okay! I am addicted to this fanfic writing business! I am sorry, I can't help it, I turn off my computer, walk away. Only to come back again and type the next chapter!! I said you'd get this chapter in about a week, well I am giving it to you now! So you all better be damn thankful, and if your nice you'll review, telling me how very nice I am for not giving up on this fic a long time ago! Well, soon there will be a ton of snogging! Just kidding ya'll, this isn't THAT kind of a romance, it's not all mushy and crap. Well hope you love this one (really, I hope you do) and hope you love all the chapters to come (note for TheFly: of COURSE I read your story, and I fell madly in love with it as well, but how come your not updating? I am going to go on strike here!! And I am sorry, I know that you want Harry to come to his senses and tell Hermi how he really feels, and that will happen trust me, I am the writer. But this chapter just isn't that one L sad to say, but I hope you like it any who!) please review and tell me what you think J (Note for Haruko –San: thanks for the tip buddy! I forgot about Ronald, well, I am going to have to work his POV in as well, haven't I? Sorry about that, knotty me, won't happen again I promise!!)
-Chapter Four-
"Is it Love?"
Ron walked down the hallway towards the kitchen, passing by each room quietly, afraid that he might wake someone up. He passed by Hermione's room, but stopped when he heard her whispering quietly. He stared into the strip of blackness, he couldn't make out what she was saying exactly, but he knew she was having another dream. He glided into her room, and moved towards her bed.
"Hermione….Hermione, wake up….your dreaming again," he rested his hand lightly on her shoulder.
Her eyes shot open, and she clamped a hand tightly around Ron's wrist. "I bet you thought you could get rid of me, while I was sleeping right? Well, I don't think so, watch your back…I might get you when your sleeping," she let go and shoved him towards the door, "stay out!" she practically screamed. She slammed the door, and he heard her mumble a locking charm. Ron stood wide-eyed, 'what exactly just happened?' he new girls didn't like being touched when they are sleeping, but that was ridiculous.
"I thought Harry said that Hermione was getting better, if that's getting better I don't want to know what getting worse is," he mumbled and walked away. (A/N: more Ron POV later on)
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"Sirius, your into dark arts stuff," Harry noted when he stood at the counter making coffee.
Sirius nodded behind his Dailey Prophet paper, "ya, you pick up a thing or to when you spend a few years in Azkaban."
"I told you what was going on with Hermione…" Harry trailed off when he saw the lack of interest on Sirius' face. "You're not listening to me!"
"Uh…yes, yes I am," Sirius continued to read his article in the news paper.
"Sirius!" Harry slammed his fist down against the tabletop, rattling his cup of coffee. "This is serious, if I can't find out how to help Hermione soon, then…" Harry trailed off staring into the distance. "You may not understand it, but I think…I think I am in love with her Sirius, and if I can't help Hermione, I don't think I will be able to live with myself.
Sirius stared up at him, his jaw was set, and the usual happiness had disappeared from his eyes, "I know Harry, I was young once to, and the woman that I loved was killed by the Dark Lord, I know how much Hermione means to you, but you shouldn't be mixing up those feelings with love, your just worried, but I will do as much as I can to help her."
"It is love…I have never felt anything like this before," Harry's voice was barely a whisper, and his eyes trailed to the ground, as much as he didn't want to admit it, he was finally in love.
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Hermione laid on the small bed, she growled angrily under he breathe, "the nerve of him! I bet he wanted to get rid of me, get me out of the way," Hermione flipped over on her side kicking the comforter down to her feet. "but…he won't if I get rid of him first…" she snickered at the thought. Now that she thought back to it, she never thought either Ron or Harry liked her, they were just nice to her because she was smarter then them. Her eyes wandered to a picture of the three of them together, they seemed to be happy and having fun.
"Liar!" she shrieked throwing the picture against the wall, she sneered when the glass shattered, leaving just the photograph laying in tattered pieces on the floor. Only the faces remained, still smiling, still laughing….still having fun. Hermione crawled over to it, picking it up and pressing it to her chest, her eyes watered as she thought about her friends. She looked down at the picture again, but the haunting voice took over her mind, 'they're not your really your friends, they were just using you,' Hermione felt a tear spill and trickle down her cheek, as she tore the smiling faces into nothing. Her mind kept telling her they weren't worth her tears, but her heart ached to tell them she was sorry. That she maybe even loved them…
A/N: Uh oh again!! L I can't believe it! I've done it again! I have made my chapter unbearably short!! Well, at least I put three POV in it this time, and I even added a new character, Sirius!! Just for all of Sirius fans out there, I know it was totally unlike him, but I need someone to tell Harry that, and well, who else would be at Harry's apartment so late at night? The next chapter I promise you will be SOOOOOOO long it'll take you a week to finish!!