A/N: All characters mention belongs to J.K Rowling. I would appreciate not getting flamed for this story for it was my first attempt at writing RW/HG so PLEASE be nice ^^;;; I promise to improve in the near future if there are any problems. But if you do have any comments please let me know, for future reference of course ^^;;; Now, in this Chapter, things get a tad, oh, er, INTENSE so to say, you'll see what I mean… ^_~ Well on with the story, I hope you like it.

Within the Mind of Hermione Granger

*~* Fantasy *~*

Hermione's POV

I experienced yet again another night of those unexplainable dreams of one of my best friends, as I stumbled out of my four poster bed and headed for the loo. Images swam through my head as I took a quick hot shower. As I stepped into the small space with the white tiles around me, I pull the cream colored curtain back and relaxed against the coolness of the porcelain tiles. I let out a sigh and closed my eyes as the warmth of the water cascaded down my naked flesh.

As I felt those warm droplets of water running down my back, my chest, my thighs, my legs, I recalled the images of my dreams once more. I imagined that it was Ron who ran his fingers down every particle on my body, then up again. His smooth experienced fingers that teased every nerve of my flesh, wanting to feel those same fingers on a particular spot that was hungry with passion and sexual desire.

My imagination tends to get a bit too carried away at times, for then I felt a sudden burn as the water in the shower turn a red hot burning me and waking me back into reality. I gasped and jumped aside as I reached for the cold side of the knob. Feeling that burn on my skin only reminded me that Ron had a similar affect such as what had just occurred.

.

'You've got to stop doing this. Ron is your best friend, don't be absurd!' I fought with myself as I reached for the bar of soap I brought along and began exfoliating myself.

'Too much is at risk to even consider making a move. Besides, why should I make a move?"

Now this was insane. I was fighting with myself now? Over Ron for that matter? Good Lord...

After rinsing off my body, I turned off the faucet and stepped out of the shower. I wrapped my towel around my body and headed for the Prefect's Rooms. Once there, I gathered my uniform and school robe on my bed, then placed my knickers and the rest of my underwear there as well. Next, I pulled on my uniform and my robes, then, lastly, I placed my Prefect's badge on. I cast a quick drying spell on my hair as I hurried downstairs for breakfast.

I was supposed to meet Harry and Ron this morning to start on our Transfiguration Project, but, knowing them for six years, this already told me other wise, that they had, once again, over-slept. I don't know if it's either to spite the bloody hell out of me, or that they actually do it unintentionally...

But that, of course, would be to spite me most definitely.

Once reaching the Great Hall I pushed open the large oak doors, then, there, for the first time in six years, Harry and Ron were on time! I was beside myself. Or maybe it was because McGonagall said that, if they fell behind Transfiguration this quarter, she would suspend them from playing Quidditch henceforth. It's a wonder why the two were here so early in the morning.

"Good morning Harry." I smiled at Harry as I sat down in front of him and Ron.

"Mornin' 'Ermione." Harry yawned long and covered his mouth, then raked at his unruly black hair.

I smiled, then looked at Ron, who was watching me with those intense hazel eyes of his. I felt myself blush as my breath was taken away.

'Oh those eyes...' I thought as I opened my mouth to greet him good morning, but the bloody prat beat me to it.

"Good morning, Hermione," he said with a casual smile.

'What the bloody...'

"Morning Ron," I smiled at him nervously, then looked down at my plate, which was now filled with food. I started eating, but was being careful not to spill or drop anything on myself so as to not make myself look like a total idiot.

"So, er... have you two decided what you wanted to do for the project?" I asked, making conversation as I took a sip of my chamomile tea.

"We...were...thinking..." Harry said through a yawn, "Of... sorry mates, never been up this early before."

"Harry, it's only 7:30 in the morning."

"Your point being?"

"Oy."

"Well anyway, Harry and I were thinking something big, something that can relatively be done," Ron said with a grin.

"What do you propose?" I asked simply, then wished I took those words back.

'Propose? What do you PROSOSE? Oh, brilliant Granger...' I thought as I mentally thrashed myself.

Ron and Harry looked at me sort of awkwardly.

"Hermione is something wrong? You're acting rather awkward this morning," Harry said as he placed his fork down on his now empty plate.

"No, nothing," I said, rather quickly and blushed, in spite of myself. I then lowered my head hoping that their eyes would avert from me and continue on their breakfast. "Nothing is wrong."

I then looked at my watch, which read, "You are late for an appointment Missy!" Blast! I told Lavender that I would help her study for Arithmancy before her fourth class when she has it.

"I'm sorry, guys, I need to run. I promised Lavender I would help her with something."

"But Hermione we haven't even discuss our project yet," Ron said, looking at me with now hurt hazel eyes.

It tore my heart to see him with that look. Bloody hell, I just want to go over to him, hold him, and tell him that I'll talk to him in a while. I sighed as I stood up.

"I'm sorry you two, but I'll talk to you later. I promise," I said looking at Ron with a small smile, then I looked at Harry. With a curt nod, I hurried out the Great Hall, my heart pounding like it hadn't in ages.

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After classes and before the boys had their Quiddtich practice, I quickly hurried toward the open field knowing that Harry would be there probably setting up the plays the Gryffindor team were going to practice that day. Harry became Captain after Angelina Johnson graduated their 5th year.

I was still determined to talk to someone about my dreams, and what better person to talk to than Harry. He was my confidant, my therapist, my big brother. Besides Ron, Harry was like my second protector, and a true friend that I'm sure would understand.

"Hey Harry," I said, with a smile as I tucked a lock of my brown curly hair behind my ear. "Can I talk to you?"

Harry looked up at me with a warm smile as he pushed his glasses back, "Sure, Hermione, what's on your mind?"

"Harry, um—you see—well, I have this friend, and she has been having dreams about a certain someone.

But it's absolutely absurd, because well, he's her best friend and I think that it is entirely inappropriate!"

Harry smiled at me as though he knew something... But he couldn't have! There was no possible way he could have—

"Hermione," he said so simply, "Do you have a crush on Ron?"

I felt my face redden. He knew! But how could he? It wasn't that obvious, was it?

"Harry, don't be ridiculous!" I said defensively as I looked away from his eyes. "Me? Like Ron?" I snorted and looked over at the field.

"Well ok, if you say so Hermione... at least that's what Ron tells me."

I turned around and stared at him like he spoke Parseltongue yet again like he had in second year.

"WHAT?!" I asked, staring at him unbelievably.

"Ron told me that he went to check up on you a few night ago, because you were screaming. He told me that he entered your room and, there, he saw you tossing and turning. But the funny thing was, he said you were smiling and giggling as well."

I blushed violently; I could feel it. Just remembering those dreams… wait a second, Ron heard me?! Bloody hell!

"He said that he wanted to talk to you after practice."

"He wants to talk to me?" I asked steadily.

'Genius Granger…'

"Oh, wait a second, there he is. Oy Ron!" Harry said, waving at Ron, who was now sporting his scarlet Quidditch robes and holding his broom in his hand.

That sight amazed me. Ron had certainly changed a lot over the past few years. When I first met him on the Hogwarts express, he was this skinny little prat, but now... dear Gods, now he was... gorgeous. Thank the Gods for Quiddtich, is all I have to say. His shoulders had broadened and his chest was well-defined, those toning muscles so tempting to touch and caress. I shook my head as dangerous thoughts flowed in my head.

'I can't lose control. This is Ron. RON! But, bloody hell, he's gorgeous...'

"Hello, Hermione." Ron's voice got incredibly husky. I stared at him as he smiled a very confident smile at me. Those hazel eyes of his seem to burn right through me. Oh Gods, how I wanted him to touch me, caress me, love me...

"Er... hi Ron," I managed to squeak as I felt the heat of his body close to mine.

"We need to talk about your er—performance, so to say."

"Um—'performance?'" I asked innocently.

"In your room the other night." He then came closer to my ear and whispered softly, his voice growing deeper and huskier, "... while you were calling out my name."

I shivered and stepped back. "Ron, what is the matter with you?" I whispered hastily as he grinned at me.

"Come with me so we can talk in private," he said, taking me by my arm and dragging me towards the locker rooms.

Once we were alone, I looked at him. My, my, he looked so tempting.

"So, Ron, what did you want to ta—" I started to say, only to be interrupted by Ron, who shut me up with a scorching kiss.

This kiss was not an innocent first kiss, mind you. It was raw, hungry, passionate, and down-right arousing! At first, I thought of stopping him and telling him that it was most inappropriate and that we shouldn't do this.

"Ron we—"

"Do you know how long I've waited for you?" Ron said, interrupting me again. Those hazel eyes seemed to get darker with the passion that now filled his eyes.

"You have? How long?" I asked, not knowing where this was going.

Ron gently rubbed his cheek against mine as he inhaled my perfume. "I've been rock hard all day for you.

Just wanting to touch you, feel you..." With that, he stole another kiss from me. "... savor you."

I felt one of his hands on my waist and the other was in my hair, tracing and teasing at my curls. I felt the hand that was on my waist move downward as the other hand moved down my back and up again. I didn't realize, at first, that my hands were placed on his chest.

His eyes were staring into my face as he murmured and moaned softly. He then leaned over and started kissing my neck, tasting me and savoring me, as he promised he would.

"Ron, oh Ron…" I gasped, as I felt my robe falling to the floor.

I felt his frantic fingers unfastening the buttons of my blouse. I didn't care. 'Yes, take off my blouse. Do that! Touch me, touch my skin...'

Ron did just that. He removed my blouse and started tracing my chest with his fingertips, following the nips and teasing of his lips and teeth on the softness of my breasts. I opened my eyes and watched as he had his fun.

He then started kissing lower and lower down my body. I couldn't believe this! This was wet and wild and out of the blue! My wildest fantasies came to life! I didn't know what in the world Ron was doing, but the feeling he protruded on me was the sweetest thing I've ever felt from anyone in my life.

"Hermione, you kinky vixen you... I didn't know you wear thongs..." I heard Ron chuckle from below me.

"Ron I—oh…" I said, shivering as the sensation he caused only shook me a fraction further.

Those teasing, talented hands that sent little lightening bolts through my flesh, causing me to lose control within my own passions...

As I felt the first contact of his fingers probing at my most intimate anatomy, it brought chills all over me. This was what I wanted, from whom I wanted this from. I loved Ron, now I knew. This wasn't just a simple school girl crush. I mean, what I had with Viktor was adolescent and immature, but, with Ron, he made me feel like a goddess.

"Oh Ron…" I murmured and threw my head back as he held me in those strong arms.

I then felt myself lying down somewhere, not realizing that Ron placed me on one of the benches in the locker room. He kept this sweet torture for what felt like hours. Nothing ever felt so sweet in my life! I suddenly felt as though I were spinning to the point where I thought I was flying…

And Ron was the one to bring me there...

I felt like I was on the verge of release! Everything was spinning so fast, I couldn't sustain myself.

I then opened my eyes only to find myself alone in my room. It was morning... and the whole thing was a dream. Nothing but a stupid, adolescent, deceiving FANTASY!

"BLOODY HELL!"

A/N: Sorry for the cliffie but I thought that the few of you who liked my story needed something to dwell on. Heeheehee ^_^;;; I'll come up with more soon don't worry