Harry couldn't sleep that night. Not because of You-Know-Who dreams, because he couldn't stop thinking about what had been bugging him since he saw Hermione. Wandering down stairs, he brought with him the only thing that had ever been able to calm him down, it may sound stupid, but a book. Any book, just a book to read helped him get his mind off of things. He didn't want to admit it, but sometimes he was more of a bookworm than Hermione, just a closet bookworm.

As he made his way down the stairs, he heard someone crying. Rushing downstairs he was that it was Hermione.

"What's wrong?" he asked sitting next to her.

"I had a dream."

"What sort of dream?"

"A terrible dream."

"A dream like I get sometimes?"

"Yeah, I guess. It just felt, it just seemed."

"Shhh. I know, I know, if you want to talk about it, go ahead, if not I'll just stay here next to you for a while, okay?"

"Okay."

Hermione smiled at Harry's understanding.

"It was a dream about.." Hermione said almost trailing off, but she continued, "It was just a bad memory that I had forgotten about."

"What happened?"

"Well, it's more of a bad recurring dream."

"What happens?"

"It's sort of stupid.."

"Aww, come on, I bet it's not that stupid."

"Well, I'm walking from the library, of course, when a boy with a hood on walks up to me. I can't see his face. He starts running to me. I ask him what's wrong. He mumbled something like, 'I needed to tell you something.' Then, he kisses me. After that, Voldemort, I mean, too late already said it, anyway, he turns the boy around and., and."

"And?"

"And breaks his neck. He-he-walks up to me and slams my head against the wall and blood starts gushing. Every time I wake up to my head pounding. It only happens when. when something bad's about to happen. I know it's stupid, I shouldn't have told you."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Oh."

"You can stop saying 'Oh.' Any time now."

"Sorry."

"It's okay, I was kidding."

"Oh, okay. I have two questions for you."

"Shoot."

"First of all, is your head okay? Second of all, how come you never told Dumbledore or Ron or me or anybody?"

"My head's fine, and I didn't want to admit one thing had to do with the other. Don't worry, I told Dumbledore and I just sent him a owl."

"Okay," he noticed that she had stopped crying, so he just did what he felt was right. He hugged her.

"Thanks," said Hermione muffled because of her position.

"Thanks for what?"

"Thanks for, I don't know, listening to my ramble for the last five years."

"No prob. That's what friends are for right?"

"Yeah, you're right."

Hermione wriggled out of the warm embrace saying, "I think I'm ready to try sleeping again."

"Okay, I know it's against the rules and stuff, but if you have another dream you can always wake me up."

"I'll remember that, thanks. Night!"

"Night!"

"It felt nice comforting her like that," Harry thought. Too tired to argue with himself, he fell asleep right on that couch.

"That was nice," thought Hermione. Also too tired to argue with herself, she just went to sleep.