[A/N: OK, this is for the die-hard Hermione & Harry fans,out there so enjoy!! Sorry that things have been slow lately, but my inspiration is kinda- going downhill...If you have any ideas about where I should go w/ this tell me!! I'm open to opinions!! (I don't own any of J.K. Rowling's characters or any of the song lyrics used in these stories. All that are mine are my characters and plot.)]

Harry woke up early the next morning after the feast. He put a shirt on and walked out to the common room, nearly certain that no one would be awake so early to see him walking around in his boxers. [White, w/ little whales on them, inspired by a friend of mine.]

However, upon entering the common room, he immediately saw Beth Halliwell, Ron's former girlfriend and Hermione's cousin. She was sitting opposite the window over the fireplace. Her eyes were closed and she had a small grin playing on her lips. Her eyes were twitching behind her eyelids like she was dreaming. She was still in her robes with jeans under them. Her hair was messed up from sleeping with it in.

But at that moment, Harry could understand what Ron saw in her. The sun was just peeking over the horizon and when it hit the window, it spilled into thousands of little dancing prisms, falling onto Beth. Harry squinted through his glasses at her.

She was leaning against one of the armrests of the chair, with her feet thrown easily over the other side. She looked how she'd looked before the holidays, when she'd been happy with Ron. After they broke up, she lost her sarcastic, care-free, American-ness and retreated into a melancholy quiet. But now, in sleep, her face had a refreshed, alive look to it.

Harry had always liked Beth, he liked how outgoing she was, and her "give-me-crap-and-I'll-beat-that-very-same-crap-right-back-out-of-you" attitude, but that was a complete façade, Beth was probably the nicest girl, other than Hermione, that Harry had ever met. However, Beth was also the only girl he'd ever seen put Malfoy in a head-lock until he screamed Uncle.

Beth stirred and Harry stepped back, realizing that he'd moved forward quite a bit, to get a closer look at the friend whom he'd drifted so far away from. Harry retreated into a corner and peeked out.

Beth's eyes opened slowly, like she was disappointed to wake up. She lifted her head and looked around. Then she reached into her jeans pocket and pulled out a wrinkled, folded picture. Looking at it, Beth sighed.

"And so ends a perfect dream," she whispered.

What is that picture of? Harry wondered, I bet she was dreaming about Ron. She still likes him- And he still likes her- But he needed assurance before he could get Ron's hopes up. Harry's curiosity was killing him; he had to see what the picture was of. So when Beth finally got up and walked to the girl's stairs, Harry took out his wand and muttered, "Accio picture." The picture lifted itself out of Beth's back pocket and zoomed over to Harry.

Harry caught it in his hand and unfolded it. He could hardly see the image due to the wrinkles and folds that cris-crossed their way over the faded faces, he could almost make out one red-headed figure standing near the back, waving furiously at Harry.

Harry took out his wand again and muttered, "Reparo," completely unsure of what the outcome would be and praying that it wouldn't be bad. The picture looked like an iron went over it, and Harry smiled. The wrinkles and creases that had been there previously were gone. And Harry could make out all of the figures in the picture-

It was a picture of the ball. Himself and Hermione were holding hands and waving energetically up at him. Ron and Beth were behind them, Beth leaning up against Ron looking like she was in heaven. Ron had his arms around her and was grinning and blushing.

As he watched the picture, Harry noticed his miniature self lean over to kiss mini-Mione [haha], Harry laughed and walked slowly back up the stairs to boys' dorm with his eyes glued onto the picture. He didn't even remember having it taken-

Harry realized with astonishment that he'd gone up the wrong staircase and was now standing in front of Hermione's door. 'But, boys can't get up the stairs-' he thought with amazement.

He pushed open the door apprehensively, half-expecting a group of girls to start shrieking. But there was silence, the only audible sound was him breathing and the slight creak of the door as he slid it open further to peek in. Hermione's bed was the furthest away from the door, next to the window.

Just my luck, Harry whispered to himself and closed the door. Then he changed his mind and walked back in. He walked quickly over to Hermione's bed and shut the curtains around it as he climbed in. [You pull all of your disgusting little heads out of the gutter!! Goodness people!! Not like THAT!!]

Hermione opened her eyes and saw Harry lying next to her, smiling. She sat up to protest but Harry put his finger to her lips. "Shh," he whispered, kissing her over his finger, "I just came in to say good morning, and show you this."

He took out the picture and handed it to Hermione. She looked at it, her eyes going in and out of focus because of the early hour. Then her eyes focused and she smiled.

"Aw, look how cute. Where'd you get this?"

Harry squirmed uncomfortably, he knew that Hermione wouldn't be happy that he'd taken the picture out of Beth's pocket but he couldn't lie to his girlfriend.

"I-er, got it from Beth." Not a lie, he convinced himself, just........not the complete truth. Hermione nodded and squinted at the picture.

"So you two are talking then?" she asked.

Harry took the picture from her hand and kissed her. But Hermione pushed him back, "Harry, I don't even remember Beth showing ME this picture." Harry bit his lip guiltily.

Hermione's eyes narrowed and she looked fit to kill. "What. Did. You. Do." Harry toyed with a loose string in her covers and didn't look her in the eye. He took a deep breath and muttered, "Itookitouttaherpocket."

Hermione leaned closer, "What?" Harry sighed. "I accio-ed it out of her back pocket just now in the common room. She must have fallen asleep in her chair; she was there when I came in. I think she was dreaming about Ron. When she woke up, she took this out of her pocket and looked at it like something really good had come to an end."

Harry looked at his girlfriend. She wouldn't look at him, "Harry. I'll see you at breakfast." Her voice was hushed and unreadable. As Harry opened the curtains around her bed and stepped tip-toed back across the floor, Hermione hissed, "Leave the picture on Beth's bed. Don't tell anyone about this."

She saw him open his mouth and shook her head, "No, especially not Ron. I'll explain later."

Harry nodded and closed the door behind him. Hermione sunk back in to her pillows and covered her face with her hands. "Oh shit," she muttered.

[Sorry about the short chapter!! hides as people throw tomatoes and ROOTbeer bottles at her head But, I have an idea for the next chapter. So bear with me!! P.S. If ANYONE has any comments, questions, etc. please lete me know! I am in DIRE need of assistance, or mental health care, but whichever comes first right? Lol And thanks to Kay for EVERYTHING!! Your story ROCKS!!]