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Chapter Two

An airy touch upon my palm answered my call, so faint at first that I thought it was a figment of my over stressed mind. Yet, I believed in it, and slowly that feather-light touch became more solid until I knew for sure that I was not imagining things.

She was there, still beside me like she had promised, and it hurt more than anything ever could.

For what could be worse than knowing that what you long for is just out of reach?

A pop pulled me from my thoughts, and I didn't need to turn to know that it was Harry who had just apporated in.

"Come on Ron" he said, his voice soft "we have a meeting in a few minutes"

I nodded my understanding, as I stood with my cloak in one hand.

"Ready?" Harry asked as I moved to stand beside him, eyes glancing all around as I wondered where she could be.

"Yea" I remarked a light smile tugging at the corner of my mouth as I felt her phantom touch ghost across my cheek.

He can feel me! My heart beats wildly with the excitement of this knowledge. I have managed to reach him across thebarrier of death, and now he knows that I am without a doubt at his side.

I cannot take my mind off this morning's events even though I know I should be paying more attention to the report I'm reading, but I can't. She is there, so very close, and if I can feel her, I can't help but wonder if I'll be able to see her again, to speak with her.

I hope so, I hope so feverently so because as wonderful as feeling her touch is, I can't help but want more. I want her back in the flesh, like in my dreams, where I open the door to suddenly find her smiling at me.

He comes home at the same time he does every night, half-past-six, sometimes a little early, and sometimes a little late but always right around there.

I watch as he enters, flinging his cloak on the stand before turning, his eyes clearly hunting the room with such an expression of hope, as if he expects to see me.

I laugh to myself as I make my way towards him just as he says,

"'mione are you here?"

I gently touch his arm in response, and wonder at his silly-ness. Where else would I be?

"ah good" he states his hand moving to slid over where my fingertips touched him, before he flops down in a chair with a sigh.

I can tell just by his expression that he is thinking, most likely of what I am thinking.

It is frustrating you know, not being able to do any research, but sadly, my grasp on the real world seems limited to him, for everything else, my fingers just slide straight through.

I wait, as he runs his long fingers through his hair, before abruptly standing, eyes scanning the room again before he announces

"I've got to find a way"

I storm out of the kitchen and into the drawing room as Hermione insisted on calling it. Privately I thought it was more like a small library, with its walls lined with shelves of spell books. I hadn't been in this room for quite some time, it reminded me too much of her, but now I moved decisively pulling down any book I thought might have something that could help me reverse the Avada Kedavra curse.

I watch as he rushes into the library, pulling book seemingly at random from the shelves, and I immediately know what it is that he is trying to do.

I can see it in the desperate way he pulls open a particularly fat book on curses, eyes almost fevered as they scan the index looking for anything that may be of some help, and I find myself moving in closer as he violently discards book after book I begin to loose hope, my hand running over his slumped shoulders

It is ok

I find nothing, not a single thing in any of the books, except for a brief paragraph that suspects how the curse was made.

It's futile; I should have known it would be.

If there was a way to fix the curse wouldn't it already, be in use?

I watch as he sits deep in thought, from my perch on a large comfortable chair.

He looks gorgeous in the lamplight, hair shining, and expression serious.

I have missed that expression.

Eventually he goes to sleep, and I follow. Body in the place where I had lain countless times before. I had missed this, falling asleep to the soothing sound of his breathing, and the warmth radiating from his body to mine.

I couldn't come up with anything, nothing whatsoever.

I was useless, hopeless, unable to do a thing, and so being tired I slipped into bed.

Shifting as I had many a time before in response to her weight, arms moving automatically to bring her closer.

I wanted to stay that way for eternity, with her warmth in my arms, and sweet fragrance all around me.

This was a dream, I knew it had to be, but as a felt her adjust against me I decided it was one that I never wanted to wake from.

I awoke the next morning to find myself pressed up against Ron's side. My head resting on his chest, ear listening to the steady beating of his heart. I smiled, as I had in the past, gently shifting so that I could watch him sleep. I sighed as my love for him swelled, tears pricking at my eyes. It was not until I attempted to lift a hand to wipe them that I noticed the change. Our fingers, they were firmly entwined, and his palm… it was warm, strong, it was real in my grasp instead of the scorching heat it had been against my cold flesh, his hand was now pleasantly warm. It felt as it had before…

I bolted up, releasing his hand in the process as my erratic movements rocked the bed as I struggled to free myself from the blankets.

It wasn't until I felt his finger, warm and strong against my back that I stilled, mind reeling from his touch,

"What is happening to me?"

I was dreaming that I was waking up, that was the only solution I could think of when I opened my eyes, only to find myself gazing up at Hermione wriggling and struggling as she tried to escape the tangled blankets.

I watched her for a bit, the frantic way her hands clawed at the covers, as her legs moved. It was her kicking me that I believe woke me up, but I didn't care. I knew that when I woke for real she wouldn't be there. She would be lost to me again, that crazy sensation and that would be all.

I whispered her name in an attempt to sooth her, and when she didn't reply I reached up to gently run my fingers down her back, a gesture I knew would capture her attention as it had so many times before.

Her response wasn't one I had predicted, it wasn't one that I would have ever expected. For as she turned to face me, warm hazel eyes looking completely lost I knew that this was no dream even before her words reached my ears.

"What is happening to me" they rang around in my mind.

She was here, she… I could see her, hear her. She could feel me… I could feel her.

It was fantastic… liberating,

"Bloody hell 'mione, it's like you're alive again" I blurted out,

Her eyes met mine and all we could do was stare.

sooo, how are people finding it?

it it allright, too confusing, wierd...

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galene