P.S. on disclaimer I don't own the poem either

Chapter Two: Summer of 69 Part One Dream

Deep in her slumbers the dream started again, like it did every night, the memory of the past summer. The same song had played through her head at this point, she wanted to wake, but knew that there was no use.

The plane ride was unbearable for Hermione, the only book she had brought on with her was finished over an hour ago, with about three left. before she had got on her parents gave her an early birthday present, because the rest would be late, she would be staying at her cousins all summer. At least until the normal week before term, where she would go and stay with Ron and Harry, they didn't even know she was leaving, she had wanted to make it look spontaneous to them.

There is was, her present, it was wrapped in pink rose paper with a white ribbon, it looking more like a wedding gift. She was going to wait, but the curiosity was nagging her. Trying to keep up her lady like qualities she opened it slowly, the package was rather large, and she couldn't even guess what it was, it almost looked like a broom.

"Huuhhh!" She gasped and kept looking away then back in astonishment. It was the most beautiful one she had ever seen, just how she wanted, she never even told them, just Courtney. A six string guitar, onyx black with lime green flames working their way up, with her name carved in with silver coloring.

I got my first real six-string

Bought it at the five-and-dime

Played it till my fingers bled

It was the summer of '69

The rest of the way she played, most people just sat and listened, she had real talent, none of her friends from school except for Ginny, Hermione wanted to keep a secret.

As she exited the plane, guitar in hand, she received many compliments, then spotted Courtney.

"Hey cheeka, oh, they got it for you?"

"Yeah, you were behind it?"

"Yep, besides you need it."

"Why?"

"Our band of course, Ginny made it here an hour ago, she is hanging all over Jay."

"Ginny?"

"Duhh, I wrote to her and explained that I was starting a bane, and invited her for the summer. Her parents seemed to think that you are some type of angel so they let her. Does no one really know what you are like?"

"I am only like that when you are around to be a bad influence."

"Yeah right, you were the one who started it all."
"I am not admitting to anything."

Me and some guys from school

Had a band and we tried real hard

Jimmy quit and Jody got married

I shoulda known we'd never get far

They were not even into the band for a week when Matt quit to be with his stuck up girlfriend, and the only reason she didn't want him there was because of Hermione and they wouldn't let her in the band.

"I can't believe it, how are we going to get a new lead singer?" Court was venting, and throwing stuff around the room.

"How about Ginny?" Jay suggested.

"What, I will not sing!"

"I never even heard her sing, she is so quiet."

"Not anymore she's not, besides Jay has a great idea, she does have a beautiful voice."

"Hermione you are nuts."

"Shut up Ginny, I've heard you in here."

"Don't tell my girlfriend to shut up Chris."

"Girlfriend? Ron will kill the two of you, that is assuming Bill, Charlie, Fred and George don't hear about it first, they can all ap... get here in a jiffy."

"I know, that is why Harry is posing for me."

"Why?"

"Because I have something on him."

"Fine, either you sing or I tell the boys."
"But Hermione!"

"Nope."

"Fine."

Oh when I look back now

That summer seemed to last forever

And if I had the choice

Ya - I'd always wanna be there

Those were the best days of my life

The group had a few gigs here and there, but the were mostly having fun, being normal teenagers, with ridiculous ambitions, that they knew would never happen. If Ginny and Hermione's parents had seen how they were living, especially without supervision, because Courtney's parents left before the girls arrived, they'd kill them. Playing music from noon till eight, going to the drive in and partying till three the next morning then waking up at noon, to begin all over.

Ginny had heard Hermione's stories, but never believed her, but now it was the happiest she'd ever seen her. Hermione had even started dating a real hottie named, Mark Darktanon who had recently moved there. He seemed nice but when people called him Dark Mark it really creeped Ginny right out, it had bothered Hermione, but then she didn't care.

Ain't no use in complainin'

When you got a job to do

Spent my evenin's down at the drive-in

And that's when I met you

Standin' on your Mamma's porch

You told me that you'd wait forever

Oh and when you held my hand

I knew that it was now or never

Those were the best days of my life

Back in the summer of '69

Mark was promising Hermione the world on a silver platter, and she was believing every word of it. He constantly bought her jewelry, roses and such, the perfect man, but yet something so strangely familiar. Looking into his eyes she was mesmerized.

Man we were killin' time

We were young and restless

We needed to unwind

I guess nothin' can last forever - forever, no

Not long after Hermione and Mark had been dating things started to change for the worst. She thought nothing of it at first, it was her fault after all, she wore her skirt to short, she stood to close to one of the guys in the band. But after the slapping went to punching and forceful sex she knew she needed to tell someone.

Looking back she wishes to have never met him.

And now the times are changin'

Look at everything that's come and gone

Sometimes when I play that old six-string

I think about ya wonder what went wrong

When she threatened to leave him, he said the he was sorry, and that was all it took, because she thought that she was in love.

"I'll never do it again, I promise. I love you." And there it was, those three small words, that made her cry, he loved her.

"I love you too."

Standin' on your Mamma's porch

You told me it would last forever

Oh the way you held my hand

I knew that it was now or never

Those were the best days of my life

Back in the summer of '69