Harry and Hermione: A Coincidental Love

Chapter 5: Dreams of Moving On

Harry's POV

It didn't take long for me to get to sleep. I kept hoping that Hermione was going to be okay. A few tears slid down my cheeks, thinking of how much I had lost, but I slightly smiled, as I remembered I still had a friend, Hermione. As long as I had her, well, I would have enough to make living worthwhile. I finally fell asleep, smiling in happiness and crying in anguish at the same time.

A graveyard site, the colors grey and blood red. A light mist surronding different graves. I somehow am drawn to a family plot. The Weasly's family plot. Ernest Weasly... Jennifer Weasly.. Hellen Weasly.. John Weasly.. the list goes on, until Ronald Weasly and Ginerva Weasly's graves came up.

I touched them slightly and shivered. A faint golden light comes from the names, as if they were shining. I back up a few steps, and suddenly, the mist formed into figures that looked just like Ron and Ginny. "Bloody hell, Harry! Great to see you again!" said Ron, as he engulfed me in a tight hug. I hugged back, with a look of complete and utter shock on my face.

I looked over at Ginny, as she held her hands together arkwardly. Ron let go of me, and I hugged Ginny, then tried to kiss her, but she stopped me. "Harry.. we need to talk. We can't have a relationship like this, we must give it up. I want you to move on, as I am doing as well. I even have someone in particular I think you should go out with."

I looked at her in shock. "Ginny... I thought you said nothing would happen, that everything would be ok. But now, you die and then break up with me when we can still see each other through my dreams!" And, after a second or so, I asked in confusion,"Wait, who do you have in mind for me?" She laughed lightly, and said,"I am sorry.. but long distance relationships never work out, and well, different worlds are kinda the most long distance you can get. Besides, we are only allowed one night. We are also talking to Hermione."

"BUT WHO DO YOU HAVE IN MIND FOR ME!" I asked exasperatedly. She sighed and said,"Well, actually, I am not in liberty to say in front of Ron." Ron looked at her oddly and said,"Go ahead, tell him. I can't wait to hear this." She rolled her eyes, and said,"Harry, listen. It is obvious. To me, at least... Hermione. You care about her, you know her, you don't argue with her. And it is time you.. move on. But that doesn't mean you need to forget me. Just remember... I will always love you. I know you will always love me. But even if you don't particularily care for Hermione as a girlfriend, well, just wait. Trust me, when she seems like the only girl who cares for you, it will become obvious you love her."

I sat down on the ground and thought long and hard. "Harry, I am not giving you a choice here. Either you waste your life, loving me and only me, or you find love elsewhere. I don't mean it has to be Hermione. But I don't want you to always dwell in the past. There.. it is just wrong. I hope you can forgive me for seeming so cruel, but sooner or later, you will realize that this must've been the hardest thing ever for me, and it was in your best interest, Harry. Goodbye." she said. Then, she began to flicker, and disappear. Ron did the same, and so did the graveyard scene...

Hermione's POV

I sat awake in bed, holding my knees. I don't know how I feel about Harry anymore.. he is so caring, so kind to me. He did ignore me a little before, but then again, Ron was his friend before me. They had Quidditch together. Ron was also the one who told him all about the Wizarding World. So.. maybe Harry isn't to blame about that. It is just the way that things happened. I thought to myself. I was seriously confused about Harry. I think I might like him more than just as a friend... I laid my head down on the pillow, trying to sleep. My eyes fluttered close, and fell asleep.

I seemed to be in a graveyard. I looked around to see a family plot, all of the graves having the last name Weasly. No names rang a bell, so to speak, until I saw Ronald Weasly and Ginvera Weasly. I looked at them, and shuddered, I turned around and was covered in a golden light. Suddenly, the mist that was surronding the graves became humans. Ron and Ginny.

"Mione! I am so glad to see you!" said Ron. He hugged me, and Ginny did the same. "Ginny and I really need to talk to you." said Ron. I nodded and replied,"Yeah, I need to talk to you as well." "Hermione... we need you to try and get over us. You have lost your first love, and your best friend, but you haven't lost everything." said Ginny. "I know... I still have Harry and my family." I said, tears forming in my eyes. Ron put a comforting hand on my shoulder and said,"Hermione, there is something else I need to tell you, something of somewhat of a higher importance."

"Yes?" I asked, worried. "Mione, you need to find someone else to love. I don't mean forget about me! NEVER do that! But.. you need to move on, otherwise, your entire life will be wasted over the death of me. I don't want that for you. I don't want that for anyone, but especially not for you. You deserve so much more than that. PROMISE me you won't, ever, EVER do that."

I looked at him and the pleading look in his eyes. He looked like he really wanted me to move on, and not 'waste my life.' "But how many people can really care for me in that way? I mean, I am not as popular as most girls, and I am considered ugly compared to others. Everyone thinks I am a overly good, overly smart, and well, just plain not appealing." I shuddered, remembering how many people called me names and messed with me. "Hermione, NEVER SAY THAT AGAIN. You aren't ugly, and you have an edge over everyone else, since you are really smart. Anyone who isn't jealous of that is someone who can love you. Trust me, I know." "Yeah, Hermione, you look better than like, half the girls at Hogwarts. You aren't at the bottom. And well, the ones who have the best looks are the densest in most cases, you know." "Hermione, it is time for you to move on. Just remember that I love you.. always. Goodbye.."

I awoke suddenly, and sat up in my bed. It seemed to be really late at night, or extremely early in the morning. Whichever it was, I laid back down to spend the rest of the night in a dreamless, yet troubled and slightly confused sleep.