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] And I'm not sure what color the eyes of Hermione are, but I put in here that they're brown. =)
+read, enjoy, review+
Chapter 5 - At the Top of the Tower (Au dessus de la tour)
Harry's heart was beating steadily now, like this was the most natural thing in the world. He felt himself being slowly drawn to her. And his face inches closer to hers. "Hermione." Her name escaped his lips in a whisper.
Closer,
Closer,
Their eyes shut close, and Harry felt her lips touching his. Just the barest of touches, but Harry wanted more. He reached for her, holding her on her hips and pulling her closer to him, and Hermione seeking more wrapped her arms around his neck.
Harry could feel his heart soaring.
The kiss was so gentle, his heart ached. It yielded to more, but at the same time, was undemanding. Harry heard Hermione sigh through the kiss, her fingers against the skin at the base of his neck, and Harry felt his entire body shiver.
They broke off the kiss, at the same time, breathing heavily. They stared at each other, and Harry saw Hermione's were glazed with passion, just like how he felt for her. She smiled at him, stroking his cheek. "Harry," she whispered.
Harry was at a loss for words. What was he going to say now?
The truth, a voice in his head answered.
Harry touched his forehead with Hermione's and breathed deeply her scent, his eyes closed. When he opened his eyes, she was smiling at him, in such a serene way. He opened his mouth, willing the words to come out.
"I'vehadacrushonyouforso long," Harry mumbled the words tumbling out.
Hermione giggled lightly. She raised her eyebrows at him. "What's long?"
Harry's face flushed, and he chastised himself for sounding so stupid. He took a deep breath and said, slowly this time, "I've had a crush on you, for so long."
Hermione smiled wider. "I know," she whispered to him.
"You do?" Harry's voice asked in a squeak.
"Just now," she replied teasingly. "You told me."
Harry gave her a withering look, but was immediately followed by a grin. She didn't laugh at him, but did that mean that she wasn't rejecting him?
As if reading his mind, she added, "I've felt the same way too. I just didn't how to tell you and I had no idea how you felt. For all I knew, you were in love with someone and I didn't want to be left heartbroken." She gave him a weak smile.
"Oh Hermione," Harry murmured, caressing her cheek with his thumb. He bent closer and kissed her lightly on her nose, and he smiled. "I'm falling in love," he murmured huskily, "With you." And he kissed her on the lips.
Hermione kissed him back so passionately.
When they broke apart, she smiled widely at him. "I'm in love with you, Harry."
The sun had gone behind the horizon, the sky was suddenly blanketed with darkness. And just as the heavens went dark, the stars came out twinkling and shining bright.
Harry realized the Mona and Dean were gone. "Where are they?"
Hermione gave a slight chuckle and rolled her eyes. "Where else, Harry?"
Harry looked back at her, and he wiggled his eyebrows. "I don't know, Hermione, where exactly are they?" he asked teasingly.
Hermione lightly hit him on the chest, and replied, "Well, if you don't know then I'm not telling." She laughed.
"All right, well, let's go and explore the city of love," Harry said leaning in closer to her.
Together, hand in hand, they disappeared into the night, a two people deeply in love.
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] And I'm not sure what color the eyes of Hermione are, but I put in here that they're brown. =)
+read, enjoy, review+
Chapter 5 - At the Top of the Tower (Au dessus de la tour)
Harry's heart was beating steadily now, like this was the most natural thing in the world. He felt himself being slowly drawn to her. And his face inches closer to hers. "Hermione." Her name escaped his lips in a whisper.
Closer,
Closer,
Their eyes shut close, and Harry felt her lips touching his. Just the barest of touches, but Harry wanted more. He reached for her, holding her on her hips and pulling her closer to him, and Hermione seeking more wrapped her arms around his neck.
Harry could feel his heart soaring.
The kiss was so gentle, his heart ached. It yielded to more, but at the same time, was undemanding. Harry heard Hermione sigh through the kiss, her fingers against the skin at the base of his neck, and Harry felt his entire body shiver.
They broke off the kiss, at the same time, breathing heavily. They stared at each other, and Harry saw Hermione's were glazed with passion, just like how he felt for her. She smiled at him, stroking his cheek. "Harry," she whispered.
Harry was at a loss for words. What was he going to say now?
The truth, a voice in his head answered.
Harry touched his forehead with Hermione's and breathed deeply her scent, his eyes closed. When he opened his eyes, she was smiling at him, in such a serene way. He opened his mouth, willing the words to come out.
"I'vehadacrushonyouforso long," Harry mumbled the words tumbling out.
Hermione giggled lightly. She raised her eyebrows at him. "What's long?"
Harry's face flushed, and he chastised himself for sounding so stupid. He took a deep breath and said, slowly this time, "I've had a crush on you, for so long."
Hermione smiled wider. "I know," she whispered to him.
"You do?" Harry's voice asked in a squeak.
"Just now," she replied teasingly. "You told me."
Harry gave her a withering look, but was immediately followed by a grin. She didn't laugh at him, but did that mean that she wasn't rejecting him?
As if reading his mind, she added, "I've felt the same way too. I just didn't how to tell you and I had no idea how you felt. For all I knew, you were in love with someone and I didn't want to be left heartbroken." She gave him a weak smile.
"Oh Hermione," Harry murmured, caressing her cheek with his thumb. He bent closer and kissed her lightly on her nose, and he smiled. "I'm falling in love," he murmured huskily, "With you." And he kissed her on the lips.
Hermione kissed him back so passionately.
When they broke apart, she smiled widely at him. "I'm in love with you, Harry."
The sun had gone behind the horizon, the sky was suddenly blanketed with darkness. And just as the heavens went dark, the stars came out twinkling and shining bright.
Harry realized the Mona and Dean were gone. "Where are they?"
Hermione gave a slight chuckle and rolled her eyes. "Where else, Harry?"
Harry looked back at her, and he wiggled his eyebrows. "I don't know, Hermione, where exactly are they?" he asked teasingly.
Hermione lightly hit him on the chest, and replied, "Well, if you don't know then I'm not telling." She laughed.
"All right, well, let's go and explore the city of love," Harry said leaning in closer to her.
Together, hand in hand, they disappeared into the night, a two people deeply in love.
