Disclaimer: My name is not JK Rowling and Harry Potter is not mine. Gar.
A/N: Wow, très pathetique on my part. I have written chapter four . . . I just didn't realize it. So w00t many times over for I have three new chapters in one day. *grins wildly*
Mmm, by the way, this chapter is a flashback to this morning . . . as in the first chap– wait. No. The second chapter. Wait, no. It comes between the first and second chapters. Kind of. Oh, I so have this figured out! It starts a little before Draco comes into the Great Hall and ends at the same time that the second chapter ends. Yes! I so figured it out. You should be very proud. Lots of brain work on my part.
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Hermione walked into the Great Hall, immediately seeing Harry, who was one of about five people at the Gryffindor table.
"Harry," she said, sitting down. "Harry, I figured it out. I mean, I remembered it." Harry looked up at Hermione with great interest. "The boy in the dream had grey eyes."
Hermione slumped down, looking defeated.
"Well, what's wrong with that? Do you have something against grey eyes?"
"Harry, who do we know with grey eyes?" Harry shrugged. "Malfoy, Harry. Draco Malfoy has grey eyes. The boy in the dream was Malfoy."
A tear trickled down Hermione's cheek.
"Hermione, it's alright. I mean, it's just a dream, isn't it? It's not as though Malfoy is trying to do anything to you in real life."
"Oh, you don't understand. I think – well, this is going to sound absurd," Hermione let out a sour laugh, "but I think I'm in love with the boy in the dream."
"You mean Malfoy?" Harry had a disgusted look on his face.
"No, not Malfoy, stupid! Well, yes, Malfoy, but the boy in the dream isn't actually Malfoy." After seeing the confused look on Harry's face, Hermione went on. "The boy in the dream looks like Malfoy, but it can't really be him because he was too sweet and too good and too . . . wonderful."
Hermione sighed.
"I don't really know what to say, Hermione. If you think this dream means something, though, I'll help you figure it out. I promise I'm here for you one-hundred percent, even if I don't fully agree with what you're doing."
"Thanks, Harry. You're a great friend."
As Harry went back to his breakfast, Hermione found her gaze wondering toward the Slytherin table, resting on Draco Malfoy. She thought about her dream and wondered if it really did mean something. When she noticed Draco looking intently back at her, Hermione turned quickly away, blushing.
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A/N: You know what? After I propose to Draco (Omelette du Fromage should get that bit . . . ) and he rejects me because he already has Hermione, I'm going for Harry. Not the Harry in the movie, though. Not too fond of Daniel Radcliffe. I'm going after the Harry in my head, because he's mega sweet. I mean, look how perfect he's being to Hermione! Well, I'll admit, I did have a crush on Harry from the book a few years ago, but what did I know? I was just an immature little thirteen year old. Having fun with that . . .
A/N: Wow, très pathetique on my part. I have written chapter four . . . I just didn't realize it. So w00t many times over for I have three new chapters in one day. *grins wildly*
Mmm, by the way, this chapter is a flashback to this morning . . . as in the first chap– wait. No. The second chapter. Wait, no. It comes between the first and second chapters. Kind of. Oh, I so have this figured out! It starts a little before Draco comes into the Great Hall and ends at the same time that the second chapter ends. Yes! I so figured it out. You should be very proud. Lots of brain work on my part.
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Hermione walked into the Great Hall, immediately seeing Harry, who was one of about five people at the Gryffindor table.
"Harry," she said, sitting down. "Harry, I figured it out. I mean, I remembered it." Harry looked up at Hermione with great interest. "The boy in the dream had grey eyes."
Hermione slumped down, looking defeated.
"Well, what's wrong with that? Do you have something against grey eyes?"
"Harry, who do we know with grey eyes?" Harry shrugged. "Malfoy, Harry. Draco Malfoy has grey eyes. The boy in the dream was Malfoy."
A tear trickled down Hermione's cheek.
"Hermione, it's alright. I mean, it's just a dream, isn't it? It's not as though Malfoy is trying to do anything to you in real life."
"Oh, you don't understand. I think – well, this is going to sound absurd," Hermione let out a sour laugh, "but I think I'm in love with the boy in the dream."
"You mean Malfoy?" Harry had a disgusted look on his face.
"No, not Malfoy, stupid! Well, yes, Malfoy, but the boy in the dream isn't actually Malfoy." After seeing the confused look on Harry's face, Hermione went on. "The boy in the dream looks like Malfoy, but it can't really be him because he was too sweet and too good and too . . . wonderful."
Hermione sighed.
"I don't really know what to say, Hermione. If you think this dream means something, though, I'll help you figure it out. I promise I'm here for you one-hundred percent, even if I don't fully agree with what you're doing."
"Thanks, Harry. You're a great friend."
As Harry went back to his breakfast, Hermione found her gaze wondering toward the Slytherin table, resting on Draco Malfoy. She thought about her dream and wondered if it really did mean something. When she noticed Draco looking intently back at her, Hermione turned quickly away, blushing.
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A/N: You know what? After I propose to Draco (Omelette du Fromage should get that bit . . . ) and he rejects me because he already has Hermione, I'm going for Harry. Not the Harry in the movie, though. Not too fond of Daniel Radcliffe. I'm going after the Harry in my head, because he's mega sweet. I mean, look how perfect he's being to Hermione! Well, I'll admit, I did have a crush on Harry from the book a few years ago, but what did I know? I was just an immature little thirteen year old. Having fun with that . . .