Disclaimer: Harry Potter or any of the Harry Potter characters, themes, etc are mine. I wish they were but alas, they are not. I'll just have to sit around staring at Tom Felton in my spare time then.
A/N: This is my first fanfic, so please read and review. Many thanks to the wonderful Omelette du Fromage for inspiration and such. Oh, and by the way, I fixed it! Yay!
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Hermione Granger sat up abruptly in bed, her blankets twisted around her feet. As she took a deep breath in, Hermione looked around, trying to figure out where she was.
"Of course," Hermione thought out loud. "Of course. Just Hogwarts, just my bed, the same bed I've been sleeping in for the past six years."
Hermione thought about the dream she'd just woken from; it was the same dream she'd been having since school started nearly a month ago. It was a sweet dream, a comforting dream, but one that Hermione was afraid of. In the dream, there was a boy with blank eyes and beautiful hands. He held Hermione close and whispered sweet nothings to her; and every night that she had the dream, Hermione and the boy got closer and closer. Tonight Hermione and the boy were mere inches apart, their lips almost touching.
"But it's just a dream," Hermione said.
"Hermione? Is that you?" Hermione looked at the bed next to hers and noticed that she had woken her friend, Lavender Brown. "Hermione, go to sleep, it's three in the morning. We have a potions project right after breakfast, remember?" Lavender stopped talking and noticed that Hermione was no longer listening, but gazing longingly out the window. "Hermione, are you okay?"
"I'm fine Lavender, just fine. I'll go back to sleep now."
But Hermione could not sleep. Once she knew Lavender had gone off into the world of dreams and fantasies again, Hermione got out of bed, grabbed a book from her shelf, and went down to the common room. Hermione lit a fire in the fireplace and sat down on one of the plush red couches. She opened her book, Tricky Tasks to Bewilder Your Friends, and absentmindedly began flipping through the pages.
"Hermione, what are you doing up so early?" Harry Potter, one of Hermione's best friends, sat down on the couch next to her.
"Oh, hi Harry. I was just reading."
"Hermione, you were looking straight into the fire. Is anything wrong?"
"No, nothing's wrong. I was just thinking, I suppose."
Harry smiled. "Thinking? Oh, no, what has the world come to? Hermione Granger is up at three o'clock thinking! So what were you thinking of?"
Hermione laughed and her friend's behavior and took a deep breath, snuggling further into the warm depths of the couch.
"I've been having this dream. Oh, don't look at me like that, Harry! I'm not having the type of dreams you do. It's this dream I've been having for a month or so, and it's always the same, but the ending always goes a bit further than before."
"Alright, you've caught my interest. Tell me a what happens in this dream."
"Well, it's always outside by the lake and sometimes it's snowing, but tonight it wasn't. Tonight the air seemed crisp and there were beautiful flowers all about. I'm standing under a tree and there's this boy, I don't remember who the boy is, though. I never see his face, and if I do, I just can't remember it when I wake up. Anyway, this boy and I talk by the tree, and I always laugh at what he says, and he always holds my hand. For some reason, this boy makes me feel special. It's almost as if the dream Hermione is in love with this boy. But that's silly, isn't it?" Hermione looked at Harry, who was looking at his hands but was obviously listening intently. "So at the end of the dream, well, normally we just walk back toward the castle, but tonight we stayed under the tree. Tonight the boy in my dream leaned in and – oh, you don't want to hear this."
"No, no, I don't mind. It's actually quite interesting. My dreams are never anything like yours. So did this boy in your dream kiss you?"
"Well, that's the funny thing. He was kind of just standing there, holding me, and it looked like he was going to kiss me, but he just paused right in front of my face. He didn't do anything, just looked into my eyes. It was frightening, almost."
"Do you remember what color his eyes were?"
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A/N: Sorry to end it so abruptly, but Harry's last line kind of leads into the next chapter. What did you think? Please review and tell me everything; good stuff, bad stuff, constructive criticism, suggestions, etc. My writing partially relies on what you think, so let me know!
Unfortunately, I won't be able to update on a regular basis because I've got tons of school and sleep to catch up on. Next week is spring break, so I'll try to write as much as possible then. Thanks so much.
~The Flexi Child
A/N: This is my first fanfic, so please read and review. Many thanks to the wonderful Omelette du Fromage for inspiration and such. Oh, and by the way, I fixed it! Yay!
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Hermione Granger sat up abruptly in bed, her blankets twisted around her feet. As she took a deep breath in, Hermione looked around, trying to figure out where she was.
"Of course," Hermione thought out loud. "Of course. Just Hogwarts, just my bed, the same bed I've been sleeping in for the past six years."
Hermione thought about the dream she'd just woken from; it was the same dream she'd been having since school started nearly a month ago. It was a sweet dream, a comforting dream, but one that Hermione was afraid of. In the dream, there was a boy with blank eyes and beautiful hands. He held Hermione close and whispered sweet nothings to her; and every night that she had the dream, Hermione and the boy got closer and closer. Tonight Hermione and the boy were mere inches apart, their lips almost touching.
"But it's just a dream," Hermione said.
"Hermione? Is that you?" Hermione looked at the bed next to hers and noticed that she had woken her friend, Lavender Brown. "Hermione, go to sleep, it's three in the morning. We have a potions project right after breakfast, remember?" Lavender stopped talking and noticed that Hermione was no longer listening, but gazing longingly out the window. "Hermione, are you okay?"
"I'm fine Lavender, just fine. I'll go back to sleep now."
But Hermione could not sleep. Once she knew Lavender had gone off into the world of dreams and fantasies again, Hermione got out of bed, grabbed a book from her shelf, and went down to the common room. Hermione lit a fire in the fireplace and sat down on one of the plush red couches. She opened her book, Tricky Tasks to Bewilder Your Friends, and absentmindedly began flipping through the pages.
"Hermione, what are you doing up so early?" Harry Potter, one of Hermione's best friends, sat down on the couch next to her.
"Oh, hi Harry. I was just reading."
"Hermione, you were looking straight into the fire. Is anything wrong?"
"No, nothing's wrong. I was just thinking, I suppose."
Harry smiled. "Thinking? Oh, no, what has the world come to? Hermione Granger is up at three o'clock thinking! So what were you thinking of?"
Hermione laughed and her friend's behavior and took a deep breath, snuggling further into the warm depths of the couch.
"I've been having this dream. Oh, don't look at me like that, Harry! I'm not having the type of dreams you do. It's this dream I've been having for a month or so, and it's always the same, but the ending always goes a bit further than before."
"Alright, you've caught my interest. Tell me a what happens in this dream."
"Well, it's always outside by the lake and sometimes it's snowing, but tonight it wasn't. Tonight the air seemed crisp and there were beautiful flowers all about. I'm standing under a tree and there's this boy, I don't remember who the boy is, though. I never see his face, and if I do, I just can't remember it when I wake up. Anyway, this boy and I talk by the tree, and I always laugh at what he says, and he always holds my hand. For some reason, this boy makes me feel special. It's almost as if the dream Hermione is in love with this boy. But that's silly, isn't it?" Hermione looked at Harry, who was looking at his hands but was obviously listening intently. "So at the end of the dream, well, normally we just walk back toward the castle, but tonight we stayed under the tree. Tonight the boy in my dream leaned in and – oh, you don't want to hear this."
"No, no, I don't mind. It's actually quite interesting. My dreams are never anything like yours. So did this boy in your dream kiss you?"
"Well, that's the funny thing. He was kind of just standing there, holding me, and it looked like he was going to kiss me, but he just paused right in front of my face. He didn't do anything, just looked into my eyes. It was frightening, almost."
"Do you remember what color his eyes were?"
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A/N: Sorry to end it so abruptly, but Harry's last line kind of leads into the next chapter. What did you think? Please review and tell me everything; good stuff, bad stuff, constructive criticism, suggestions, etc. My writing partially relies on what you think, so let me know!
Unfortunately, I won't be able to update on a regular basis because I've got tons of school and sleep to catch up on. Next week is spring break, so I'll try to write as much as possible then. Thanks so much.
~The Flexi Child