Chapter 5

After discussing the plan, Ron had left for the Common Room. It was just Hermione and Ginny left and they thought about their plan. It was slightly absurd, they both had to admit, but it was the only plan that could help Hermione that they all agreed on. Apparently, she was to write up anonymous love letters to Harry (Ginny said that was how she got all of her boyfriends since she was in fifth year). Hermione was appalled at the idea, it made her feel like she was 13 again, but she giggled at the mere thought of writing a love letter to anyone. She couldn't do it, but Ginny promised to help her; she claimed she was the "expert" and that they all should begin to call her "Doctor Love". Ron snorted at this, and it earned him another smack on the head from his fiery-tempered redheaded little sister.

Hermione, who never had written this type of letter, didn't know where to begin, but Ginny claimed that staring at the blank piece of parchment would not help her in the least. As soon as Hermione had composed the letter, Ginny would take it to Ron. Ron would then go up to the owlery and send the letter using one of the school owls. The three figured that they would let this whole "I just broke up with my girlfriend" phase blow over; otherwise the other girls would still be flirting mercilessly with Harry. If Harry got the letter too soon, he would consider it to be one of those other trash letters from girls who only want him because he was some hero that defeated the Dark Lord when he was a baby. They decided that in a month, it would all cease and the girls would realize that Harry wasn't going to choose one of them.

That gave Hermione one month to compose the perfect letter that would profess her undying love for Harry. When Ginny left, she suggested,"Try to compose a bit of it tonight Hermione, maybe you'll come up with something good!" Hermione decided to sleep early that night, and she tried to compose one in her head as she fell asleep...

Dearest Harry, I look at you from afar-

No, that won't work, she thought. She tried again...

Dear Harry, You don't know how hard it was for me to see all those girls flirting with you all the time-

No!!! That definitely will not work! I mean seriously, Hermione, you're going to guilt him into liking you?

Dear Harry, I know writing anonymous love letters is so third year, but I just had to tell you that my feelings for you run deep inside of me and pump through my veins. Harry, I know this is so cliché-

Hmm, I like it, she thought, but I'll write it tomorrow, when I'm not so sleepy.

With that Hermione fell into a deep snooze, dreaming a ridiculous dream about Harry and her if they got married and were in some freaky twilight zone...

"Honey, I'm home!" Harry said as he closed the door. "Daddy! Daddy!" two young children, a redheaded boy and a raven-haired girl yelled as they ran through the foyer towards their father. "Hello, dears! Where's Mummy?" "I'm right here, sweetie! James, Lily, give your father some breathing space!" The kids immediately backed off as Hermione walked towards their father, wiping her hands on her apron. They kissed, and they heard one child, Lily, say, "Eww!" Harry and Hermione both laughed as the children ran to the backyard, "Don't you dare break into the broom shed, Lily, I'm watching you!" Hermione warned as her youngest child ran to the back yard.

"So, how was your day? Any criminals on the loose that our number one Auror had to catch?" said Hermione, as they sat down on the couch. "Well, actually, yes there was one. We got him, and he's back at Azkaban where he belongs. The Minister actually switched from Dementors to Blast- Ended Skrewts for the new guards of Azkaban. Much safer, if you ask me. Less risk of escapees, they'll be lucky if they get out with just their hands burnt off! In short, my day was brilliant," said Harry, as he smiled a bright white, toothy smile at his wife, "How was your day?" "Oh, just dandy! Except for the fact that Lily figured out how to break into the broom shed. I caught her flying around on your Firebolt just after lunch. She wasn't hurt, but I don't want her flying on that broom until she reaches Hogwarts and receives proper training," Harry grinned, and Hermione continued, "I'm almost done dinner, it should be ready any moment," Harry smiled again and bent forward to kiss his wife on her nose, "Aren't you happy that our lives are so perfect?" Beep! Beep! Beep!

That was Hermione's alarm, it was time to get up! She slammed her hand over her alarm, shutting it, and got up. Blimey! That dream was the oddest dream I ever had! It was like some peculiar Muggle show I saw once! We were so faultless!

At that thought, Hermione grimaced. She knew lives weren't like that, otherwise nice people, like Eloise Midgeon, who sprouted a new spot three times a day, wouldn't have any problems to deal with.

Hermione went over to her bathroom, feeling slightly chilled. She glanced out her window and saw slight flurries. She took out her towel and stepped into the warm shower, grateful for the heat. She persistently thought about her dream and how unbelievable it was. The children were too unreal. I mean, I never ran to her father screaming "Daddy! Daddy!" the second he got home. Oh! And that thing Harry said when he opened the door "Honey, I'm home!"! Bloody hell! It was just too scary for words. Hermione could never see Harry walk in like that, calling out to his wife in that way. And her! Talking about cooking dinner? Hermione could barely cook Mac and Cheese without burning it! That dream was just too out of this world!

Hermione stepped out of her shower and dried her hair with a quick flick of her wand. She pushed all thoughts of the dream out of her mind and got dressed in her uniform. Making sure her Head Girl badge was on straight, she walked out of her room into the hall and made her way to the Great Hall. She made plans to tell Ron and Ginny about how she came up with a beginning of the letter that didn't make her sound like some lovesick third year. She also decided to tell them about her uncanny dream.

A/N: Hehe, I loved writing the dream! It was so Brady Bunch, just with less kids and no maid. I think that the idea I came up with for the plan to get Hermione and Harry together was a little strange, but hey... no one said that I had the best imagination in the world. shrugs Well thanks for reading the fifth installment of my fic, hope you enjoyed it. Expect the next chapter soon, and I'm thinking about starting another story as well. It won't be a Harry/Hermione ship though, I'm thinking of doing a Ron/Hermione one. So stay tuned for it! =) Oh, before I forget, thanks to my two reviewers so far. I know the first one just said "Poor Harry" but at least I know now that I did write the break up properly, Harry was supposed to be sympathized by Ron and Hermione =) Hah... I know that makes no sense but whatever, I like reviews. Not flames, but constructive criticism would be great =) I don't know if this is long enough, but if it is, YAY!!! dances around the computer in circles