The Choice Within A Dream (Le Choix Dans Un RĂªve)

Complete Summary: The muggles in the Harry Potter series did not receive their letters from Hogwarts because a very strict Headmaster, who does not accept muggles, runs the school. So Harry, Hermione and Dean Thomas don't know anything about magic or anything that is associated with it (including Ron). It's like Hogwarts never happened.
Harry lives a normal life, with both his parents and his two best friends, Hermione and Dean. But in a dream, Harry finds himself in a magical world where there is a boy named Ron, where he is famous for a lightning bolt scar but, a world wherein his parents are dead.
In the end, Harry Potter has to choose between living the life of a muggle, or living in the world of magic.

*Note* I'm putting French translations, because I want to. Hehehe. Hope you like this story, and if you're confused, or you hate it, or you like it =) .then just review and say so. Oh, and I apologize for this chapter. I've never been to Paris before! I've never even been to any part of Europe, and why am I writing stories about people who travel around Europe? Well, I'm just so into French! And Paris, too! But basically, I'm into Europe.anyway, back to the story, if you have any, er, comments feel free to say so. I'll do my best with bringing Paris to life. [uh-oh] Though I concentrated more on the characters, rather than their surroundings.

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Chapter 4 - Travels Around Love (Voyages autour de l'amour)

Harry couldn't stop watching her.

Hermione was walking ahead of him, with Mona, as she pointed out places. Harry had expected Mona to not be interested and was surprised to see that Mona was actually interested to know more about Paris, much to Dean's annoyance.

As for Harry, he envied the position Mona was in. Hermione had her arm linked through Mona's and she was chatting animatedly about this boutique somewhere around Paris that sold the best clothes.

"No wonder Mona's so interested," Dean suddenly grunted. "They're talking about clothes," he exclaimed exasperated. "What is with women and clothes?"

"I don't know, Dean," Harry replied honestly taking his eyes off Hermione to look at Dean and he explained, "I'm not the world's expert on women." Then his eyes zoomed back to where Hermione was.

Dean snorted. "Obviously."

Harry frowned at Dean. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Dean held up his hands, and he grinned at Harry. "Look, man, if you don't know then I'm not telling you. You know what they say, it's for me to know and you to find out," he said, his grin wider if that was possible.

Harry didn't say anything. He had an idea what Dean meant. But he wasn't sure if he could do it. He wondered if he should go ahead and tell Hermione how he felt. What if she didn't feel the same way?

Rejection, he thought.

The worst thing in the world that Harry had to face when he would tell Hermione how he felt and when she'd laugh at him, and say she only thought of him as a friend. That was it. Just friends. Never more than that.

"Harry," Dean called. "Come on!"

Harry not realizing he was being left behind caught up with them. Hermione was saying something about this type of French food that was simply delicious.

"I hope it tastes better than it sounds," Dean kidded.

Hermione gave him a reproving look. "Oh, it does," she persisted, and then she launched on a series of other foods that turned her frown into a smile.

Dean leaned in closer to Harry, and whispered, "Now I know what to do when Hermione starts looking angry, talk something about France!"

Harry chuckled quietly. However, Hermione heard it and she turned around to see what was amusing. Their eyes met, and they both smiled at each other. They didn't notice the mischievous look that Dean and Mona gave each other.

Hermione looked away at the sound of a motorcycle honking. And Harry snapped out of his stupor. He decided he had to tell her. He'd done too much and too many wonderings and dreaming about her. Hermione might start to think he was obsessed with or stalking her.

No exactly what you want your crush to think.

"Ooh, there it is," Mona gasped.

Harry looked up and he saw towering over them, the Eiffel Tower. Harry had been to Paris once, about ten years ago, when his parents were vacationing. He could just imagine his parents staring longingly at each other while eight-year-old Harry was running around, playing with toy trucks and paper airplanes.

"Come on," Hermione called as she crossed the street.

Harry was enthralled with how she walked, with so much grace and confidence. Mona and Hermione were launched in a conversation, and Harry noticed how her eyes lit up when she smiled. His crush was getting deeper, than just a crush.

"Hey, who's this you're talking about?" Dean suddenly cried out.

Mona giggled. "No one, Dean. Don't be jealous."

Dean scowled at Mona's hair as they kept walking. When Mona didn't pursue the subject, he threw up his hands in surrender. He glanced over at Harry, as if expecting him to do something.

Harry frowned, and asked irritated, "What now?"

"Never mind, Harry," Dean growled annoyed with him too. "Sometimes when it comes to women, you are way to dense, forget sometimes, it's more like all the time." He rushed past him, hands in his pockets.

"Hey, I resent that, Thomas," Harry called huffily. He wasn't dense. He was just.afraid of rejection. A small voice in his head asked, what have you got to loose?

"My friendship with a great girl," Harry muttered. He followed the rest of them up the tower where Mona was wrapped up in Dean's arms and they were both whispering to each other. Hermione had edged closer to Harry, her eyes faraway. "What are you thinking?" he whispered, leaning closer to her.

Hermione slightly jumped, and her eyes turned to him.

Again, Harry felt his heart skip a beat. Her eyes were such beautiful brown. Exotic. He forced his breathing to calm down, as her face was so much close to his.

"Just about things," Hermione replied, a corner of her lip going up, and teasing glint was in her eyes.

Harry grinned down at her. "Where have I heard that before?"

Hermione narrowed her eyes, and wrinkled her nose as though deep in thought. Then she looked up at Harry, and answered for him, "In a train ride to Paris where this handsome young man was talking to a girl."

Harry's heart skipped another beat. So, she thought he was handsomeJust about things," Hermione replied, a corner of her lip going up, and teasing glint was in her eyes.

Harry grinned down at her. "Where have I heard that before?"

Hermione narrowed her eyes, and wrinkled her nose as though deep in thought. Then she looked up at Harry, and answered for him, "In a train ride to Paris where this handsome young man was talking to a girl."

Harry's heart skipped another beat. So, she thought he was handsome!

"A beautiful kind lady," Harry supplied smiling.

Hermione looked up at him. She smiled a slow easy smile. Her hand sought blindly for his, and when she found his hand, she ever so gently touched his fingers in a caress. "Do you really think I'm beautiful?" she asked shyly in a whisper.

"More than that, Hermione," Harry whispered back. "More than beautiful."

Hermione sighed that Harry felt her breath on his neck. He didn't move, neither did she.

They stood there, looking adoringly at each other, atop the Eiffel Tower. In the distance the sun was setting, casting vibrant shades across the sky. And to an artist, they were a picturesque sight of two people falling slowly and deeply in love.