Just a dream, just an ordinary dream.
As I wake in bed
And the boy, that boy, that ordinary boy.
Or was it all in my head?
Did he ask if I would come along?
It all seemed so real.
But as I looked to the door,
I saw that boy standing there with a deal.
And he said he my take my hand,
Live while you can,
Don't you see your dreams right in the palm of your hand In the palm of your hand,
In the palm of your hand.
Hermione Granger woke with a start. Her stomach was swirling. She had just kissed Harry Potter, the boy who lived, twice!!! "Wait," she thought looking around, feeling suddenly disappointed, "that wasn't even real. It was a DREAM!" She thought sadly, shaking her head. She couldn't remember walking back to the common room or anything and the dream was fading in her head. She did remember going to sleep the night before though. "I wish it was real," she thought to herself as she got up and dressed. The morning was pretty normal and Harry didn't seem to act weirdly, so she knew it was a dream. Later, Hermione walked down the hall with a heavy stack of books in her arms and an equally heavy bag on her shoulder. She stumbled and fell, her bag opening and books flying everywhere. Hermione sighed exasperatedly as people kicked her books around as they changed classes. Hermione looked up to see Harry coming toward her. She gave him a weak smile as he smiled feebly back at her and began to help her pick up her books and she had this odd feeling in her stomach that told her that she wouldn't be waking up in the morning disappointed.
As I wake in bed
And the boy, that boy, that ordinary boy.
Or was it all in my head?
Did he ask if I would come along?
It all seemed so real.
But as I looked to the door,
I saw that boy standing there with a deal.
And he said he my take my hand,
Live while you can,
Don't you see your dreams right in the palm of your hand In the palm of your hand,
In the palm of your hand.
Hermione Granger woke with a start. Her stomach was swirling. She had just kissed Harry Potter, the boy who lived, twice!!! "Wait," she thought looking around, feeling suddenly disappointed, "that wasn't even real. It was a DREAM!" She thought sadly, shaking her head. She couldn't remember walking back to the common room or anything and the dream was fading in her head. She did remember going to sleep the night before though. "I wish it was real," she thought to herself as she got up and dressed. The morning was pretty normal and Harry didn't seem to act weirdly, so she knew it was a dream. Later, Hermione walked down the hall with a heavy stack of books in her arms and an equally heavy bag on her shoulder. She stumbled and fell, her bag opening and books flying everywhere. Hermione sighed exasperatedly as people kicked her books around as they changed classes. Hermione looked up to see Harry coming toward her. She gave him a weak smile as he smiled feebly back at her and began to help her pick up her books and she had this odd feeling in her stomach that told her that she wouldn't be waking up in the morning disappointed.