ok, yeah, this is my first story I'm writing, I'm writing it because I don't think Rowling uses enough relationships in her books, don't get me wrong, I love them, but they are teenagers for God's sake.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter Characters are property of JK Rowling and Scholastic, I'm just playing with them.
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Harry glanced at the curtains pulled around his four-poster, his body covered in a cold sweat. What was it that he had been dreaming about? He closed his eyes and tried to remember anything from his dream, then pictures came flooding back to him, red hair, a park bench, a kiss? But who was it?
Racking his brain he tried to think of someone with red hair, but no one he would have kissed came to mind, Ron was his only friend with red hair, but wait a minute, his whole family had red hair.
"Ginny," he whispered. But why would he have kissed Ginny? He shook the thought out of his mind and drew back the curtains, only to discover that everyone not home for winter vacation had already woken and gone down to the common room or breakfast.
Getting up off the bed his bare feet touched the cold wooden floor giving him goose bumps, he looked out the window to see the snow falling on the grounds. He dressed into the sweater Mrs. Weasly had knitted him, glad to have something warm to wear, and ventured down the steps into the common room.
Ron and Hermione were sitting in their favorite chairs by the fire, and other than a few second years, the common room was empty. Harry walked over and sat in a chair between the two and was amazed to see that Ron had a book open on the table next to him.
"Ron, are you actually doing homework?" He asked in disbelief.
Ron held up the book he was reading so that Harry could read the cover, Hogwarts, a History flashed across the front.
"Hermione finally got me to read it, I have nothing else better to do while your up in the dormitory tossing and turning muttering something about Ginny." He looked at Hermione with a strange look in his eyes that Harry had only seen last year when Ron looked at Fleur.
Harry felt himself blush, "Really? What was I saying?"
"Oh, I can't remember everything, just something about Ginny, and you were getting bloody annoying."
Relieved that he hadn't said anything embarrassing Harry nodded and glanced at Hermione who was staring into the fire as if transfixed with it.
"Uh, Hermione, are you feeling okay?"
"W-what? Oh yes Harry, I'm fine, just had a strange dream last night and I was trying to get it out of my mind." She gazed nervously at Ron and then at Harry.
"You're not the only one, what was yours about?"
"Oh nothing really, just a dream, that's all."
Harry nodded, he knew something was going on, but he wasn't sure what. First the dream with Ginny, and then Ron reading one of Hermione's favorite books, and then Hermione acting strange, it was as if everyone had changed lives overnight.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter Characters are property of JK Rowling and Scholastic, I'm just playing with them.
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Harry glanced at the curtains pulled around his four-poster, his body covered in a cold sweat. What was it that he had been dreaming about? He closed his eyes and tried to remember anything from his dream, then pictures came flooding back to him, red hair, a park bench, a kiss? But who was it?
Racking his brain he tried to think of someone with red hair, but no one he would have kissed came to mind, Ron was his only friend with red hair, but wait a minute, his whole family had red hair.
"Ginny," he whispered. But why would he have kissed Ginny? He shook the thought out of his mind and drew back the curtains, only to discover that everyone not home for winter vacation had already woken and gone down to the common room or breakfast.
Getting up off the bed his bare feet touched the cold wooden floor giving him goose bumps, he looked out the window to see the snow falling on the grounds. He dressed into the sweater Mrs. Weasly had knitted him, glad to have something warm to wear, and ventured down the steps into the common room.
Ron and Hermione were sitting in their favorite chairs by the fire, and other than a few second years, the common room was empty. Harry walked over and sat in a chair between the two and was amazed to see that Ron had a book open on the table next to him.
"Ron, are you actually doing homework?" He asked in disbelief.
Ron held up the book he was reading so that Harry could read the cover, Hogwarts, a History flashed across the front.
"Hermione finally got me to read it, I have nothing else better to do while your up in the dormitory tossing and turning muttering something about Ginny." He looked at Hermione with a strange look in his eyes that Harry had only seen last year when Ron looked at Fleur.
Harry felt himself blush, "Really? What was I saying?"
"Oh, I can't remember everything, just something about Ginny, and you were getting bloody annoying."
Relieved that he hadn't said anything embarrassing Harry nodded and glanced at Hermione who was staring into the fire as if transfixed with it.
"Uh, Hermione, are you feeling okay?"
"W-what? Oh yes Harry, I'm fine, just had a strange dream last night and I was trying to get it out of my mind." She gazed nervously at Ron and then at Harry.
"You're not the only one, what was yours about?"
"Oh nothing really, just a dream, that's all."
Harry nodded, he knew something was going on, but he wasn't sure what. First the dream with Ginny, and then Ron reading one of Hermione's favorite books, and then Hermione acting strange, it was as if everyone had changed lives overnight.