SORRY! Sorry I haven't updated in like, five years. The reason is because (j/k Kathryn!) I HATE SCHOOL! But its almost over!!! Four more days!
"Ron?" an anxious face appeared around a shelf in Flourish and Blotts.
"Oh, hello Hermione…" Ron jumped slightly, nearly dropping his stack of schoolbooks.
"Can we talk a minute?" she asked apprehensively.
"Er, sure. What about?" Ron asked blankly as she pulled him into an unoccupied corner of the store.
"Well, um, to be entirely truthful, I've been thinking about you lately." Hermione seemed extremely nervous.
"Really?" Ron asked brightly. "Hermione, I think about you a lot, too. You're, uh, such a great friend!" Ron suddenly became a little nervous, too.
Hermione bit her lip. "Well, that's the problem, you see. I don't want to be… just friends. I think… I think you're a very special person, Ron." Hermione reached out, and set his books aside. Then, she took his hands in hers and stared into his eyes.
"Ron?" Hermione said breathlessly, leaning forward.
"Yeah?" Ron said, staring down at her relaxed face.
"Let's not tell Harry, okay? He might… get jealous." Hermione leaned in even further, so that their noses were nearly touching. Ron didn't even register the thought… didn't say anything…didn't think about anything…except about what was about to happen…
Ron noticed, though, how Hermione was on her tiptoes to reach Ron's face. And how it seemed as if they were not in a crowded bookstore at all, but a secluded place all by themselves.
"Ron?" Hermione whispered again. He rather wished she'd stop talking.
"Yeah?" he whispered anyway.
"It's time to wake up!" Hermione took a step back, her old bossy tone coming back.
"What?" he exclaimed. That was not what he expected.
Someone was shaking him gently, and a sudden light flooded into the once-dark corner of the store.
Ron opened his eyes.
"Ronnie, darling, its time to get up!" Mrs. Weasly beamed down at him. Instantly, Ron felt a sinking feeling in the bottom of his stomach. He shut his eyes, trying to force the dream to come back. But, the only thing that happened was that Mrs. Weasly gave him another shake.
"Ron, I'm serious! Get up now or were not bringing you to Egypt with us." she threatened. Ron's eyes snapped opened, and he threw back the covers with the same dismal feeling he had had when he woke up.
Why did he feel like this? He was about to go to a different country! On vacation!
"Now, here, put on these clothes, and I'll take your bag downstairs. Come down when you're done!" Mrs. Weasly beamed at him and left the room.
He tried not to think about the dream while he pulled off his shirt. He tried not to think about the dream as he pulled on his jeans. He tried not to think about Hermione as he ran a comb through his fiery hair. It didn't work.