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Ok, and now, for the next chapter ((that same morning after Hermione left))

chapter ten..The dream

...The wind was cool upon his face. It blew his hair, making his worries about Sirius float away alomost. But then he got ahold of himself. He would always remember his worries about never seeing Sirius again.

Looking down, he saw the tiny houses scattered below him. Then he realized where he was. He was getting closer...he was alomost there. Lowering his broom, he began to descend.

He landed in front of a red telephone booth. Stepping off his broom, he walked over to the phone box. Getting in, he picked up the phone and dialed six two four four two. When he had finished dialing, the same woman's voice cam from the reciever, talking to him from all sides.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic.Please state your name and bussiness."

Harry spoke.

"Harry Potter, and I'm here to save someone from the Department of Mysteries. His name is Sirius Black..."

Harry suddenly woke to the sound of a door slamming. Probably Hermione, he thought. Well, I guess I'm still in trouble for whatever I did...wish I knew what it was...maybe I could fix it...

Laying in his bed, he looked up at the ceiling. His dream had been unusual...He could only remember bits and peices, but he knew where he was going, however, he didn't know what he was doing there. Whatever it was, he didn't want to go back there. In his dreams or not. He never wanted to vistit that place again, under any circumstances.

He got up and went into the bathroom, preparing to take a shower. As the cold water hit his back, he began to think of the dream he was having before Hermione woke him up. He tried to remember what he was doing at the Ministry of Magic. But try as he might, he couldn't think of any reason he would want to go there again. But in my dream, I had seemed so confident....like I knew what I was doing and what I was doing there..

As he stepped out of the shower, Harry dismissed the dream. I don't want to think about it, he thought. I don't want to remember that night or what happened. True, Harry had dreamed about that night all summer after fifth year, and sometimes during sixth year. But the summer before seventh he had gotten much better. He only occasionaly dreamed about the Department of Mysteries or about the Triwizard Tournament. In fact, It had been almost two whole months since he had a dream like this. So why all of a sudden had it come back? Why was I dreaming about it again? And to think I was finally rid of them...I thought those days were over....

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Thirty minutes later, Harry walked down the stairs to the common room. But his usual greeting was not waiting for him. There was no Hermione waiting for him with a smile on her face,nor a Hermione curled up on the couch waiting for him reading a book or checking over last nights homework assignment. Feeling a sense of loss, he continued to make his way to beakfast. Better get use to it Harry, he told himself. She didn't seem in to big a hurry to forgive you last night...

As Harry stepped through the portrait hole, he forced himself not to think about the dream or Hermione. But he couldn't help but wonder what he had done to make her so mad at him. Usually it was Ron who made her mad like this...Harry laughed thinking back to all the times Ron had made Hermione want to pull her hair out. Maybe I should ask him what to do to get back on her good side.

Harry entered the Great Hall to find Ron waiting on him. He looked along the table looking for Hermione. The he spotted her sitting in between Ginny and Seamus. As he continued to look at her, she turned to him, almost as if she had sensed him looking at her. He took his chances and waved at her. She gave him a look of ice that stopped the hand Harry was waving at her almost at once. Harry turned to Ron to see if he had noticed her behavior.

"Wow mate, what did you do?" said Ron, looking at Hermione in a scared sort of way.

" I dunno, last night I went to see if she was okay and she pratically ordered me out of her room without so much as a goodnight," said Harry, also looking at Hermione, but with a look of confusion on his face.

"Well it must have been bad, she won't even look at you.." then Ron started to laugh." Usually it's me who bugs the hell out of her..."

"Yeah, I just want to know what I did wrong, I mean, everything was fine last night..." said Harry.

The two boys started to walk in-between the students to get to Gryffindor table.

"Well, make sure you apologize for whatever you did quickly because that essay for Snape is due tomorrow and I have no clue what I'm doing and we're both going to need Hermione's help..."

"Believe me, I would apologize if I knew what I done wrong..." said Harry in a flat voice, his eyes not leaving Hermione. When he realized that she wasnt' going to look his way he instead turned his attention to his breakfast.

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Hermione continued to ignore Harry for the rest of the day, and seeing as Ron spent the day with Harry, neither one of them talked to her much. Harry hated to be in a fight with Hermione. Usually he didnt have any problems getting along with her, but now, they werent even on speaking terms. Harry didnt know why it bothered him so much to be fighting with Hermione, but it seemed to be bothering him more than all the other times when he and Ron were fighting. He just wished she would tell him what he had done so they could go back to being friends. Now how many times have I said that to myself?

He sighed and looked down to the plant he was suppose to be re-potting. The Anamsk squirmed in his hands and absolutly refused to go in the pot. Try as he might, Harry could not get the stubborn plant to go in the pot. It jumped out of his hands and slapped him in the face with one of it's many arms. He glared at the plant as Ron laughed.

"You are just not having a good day are you mate?"

Harry shot him a menacing look. But the truth was, Ron was right. Ever since he woke up this morning, Harry had not had the best luck. He was anxious to get back to the castle and soak in a hot bath. But then he frowned knowing Hermione would be ignoring him tonight in the common room. I just wish she wasn't mad at me, it would make things so much easier....

"Awww, come on now Harry, you know she'll come around sometime, no worries..." said Ron, reading his mind.

"And how do you know I was thinking of Hermione?" said Harry. I'm not that obvious am I?

"Well, no matter how much you want to deny it, you are upset she's not talking to you, and you've been in a bad mood ever since lunch when you sat by her and tried to make conversation and she walked off; oh , and you were looking at her while shaking your head which was a major giveaway.." said Ron. " I don't see why you're worrying about it so much, you know she'll come around sooner or later. She can't stay mad forever. And it's not like she's the easiest person to get along with, I mean, we are talking about Hermione here.." he finished

" Look, I just don't like it when she's mad at me okay? It's hard to ignore her when she's one of your best friends and she's furious at you. I just wish she would tell me what's the matter.." said Harry.

" Why do you care so much about her?" asked Ron. He had stopped the attempt to plant his wiggling Anamsk and was looking at Harry with a curious expression on his face.

" I , I do-dont. I just wish we weren't fighting, thats all. Can you pass me the pots?" said Harry, hoping Ron didn't notice the slight blush that had creeped up to his face. The fact was, Harry was just wondering why he cared so much about fighting with Hermione. Why was he so worried about it? He didnt' usually care when people were mad at him, but now it was all he could think about.

Ron passed him a bigger pot so Harry could bury the squirming Anamsk. He turned his full attention to his plantting so Ron would stop asking him questions about Hermione. Thankfully the bell rang five minutes later, which gave Harry an excuse to run up the stairs for a quick wash before dinner.

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After Harry had manged to get most of the dirt off him, he met Ron in the common room for dinner.

Once they had been settled in their seats, Harry looked up the table for Hermione. But to his surprise, she wasn't there. She probably couldn't stand to see me..probably can't stand to face me..I'll just be glad when all this is over and we can go back to how it use to be....

 Harry continued to eat his dinner with a little less gusto than he had started off with. Ron noticed this and reassured Harry.

"Harry, mate, why don't you just apologize to her and say you are sorry for whatever you did and you'll never do it again or something. Maybe she'll forgive you," he suggested.

"No, I think whatever I did is going to take something huge to make her forgive me because she is pretty mad at me.." Harry said in a gloomy voice.

"Maybe if you just-" he began.

"I just wish I knew what I done wrong....." interrupted Harry.

"Well, mate, Im here for you, no matter what," said Ron, patting Harry on the back.

"Well, at least I can manage to keep one best friend," Harry said.

"She'll realize sooner or later it's not your fault for whatever you did and she'll forgive you," said Ron.

"Well, hopefully that'll be soon, I dont' know how much more of this I can take.." said Harry, more to himself than Ron.

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Harry sighed as he sank into the hot bath he prepared. The steam and fragrance mixed with the bubbles soothed him as he lay in the bath, making him forget all his worries. Now I could get use to this, he thought.

He thought back to the almost-conversation he almost had with Hermione that night. After talking to Ron, he had decided to confront Hermione. So, after dinner, he had waited in the common room for her to come back from wherever she was. Probably library..he smiled knowing that was exactly where she had been.

When he heard her comming throught the portrait hole, he stood infront of the entrance, hoping to block her way up to the dorms. He planned on getting this straight once and for all.

But it hadn't worked that way. When Hermione had walked in and saw Harry, a look of surprise and fear had come over her face. Harry had barely gotten his sentence out of his mouth when she had muttered something and then ran up to the girls dormitories.

She had left a very confused Harry behind, his mouth still open to try and persuade her to come back.

Now, Harry sat in the warm water and wondered why she had seemed more scared than angry. It was almost as though she was afraid of him, and not angry. Or maybe she was afraid to talk to you, she has been avoiding you....

He sat there for a few more minutes letting his mind wonder. Playing with the bubbles that crowded his body, he finally began to relax. This has not been a good day he thought. Thank god tomorrow is Friday, I can't wait till the weekend....

Hmmm, now what could that dream mean? Makes you wonder. Not gonna say more here, you'll find out later in the chapters. I know all i've been doing is filling your heads with romance stuff, but i promise more exciting events will come up in the future! But until then, please review. It helps! Thanks,

Ashton