Harry and Hermione: A Coincedential Love

Chapter 6: Feelings, Perhaps Love, and Dismay

I looked at the sky turned a lighter and yellow-ish blue, then turn to regular baby blue. After the real, almost to real, so real it was disturbing, dream, I couldn't go back to sleep. Thoughts wondering if Ginny was right and if Hermione and I really did belong together. She was the smartest girl in Hogwarts, she was kind, caring, and pretty, she was a great supporter, and an awesome friend. When she was going out with Ron, it also seemed like she would be a great girlfriend, too. She just... was. And because I never thought of her as more of a friend before, doesn't mean she wouldn't be a great girl to have a better relationship with her. It woluldn't feel weird going out with her because we were to good of friends, since I had always sided with Ron, I didn't really get to know her as much. She and I also had more in common, and well, we weren't always fighting.

The more I thought about Hermione, the more she made my stomache flutter. By the time we had to get up and get ready for classes, I knew I had to make sure that the dream I had was like a dream she had. I have to make sure that, well, that I am not basing feelings on a dream that won't help me in the least. And, just maybe, well, if she had the same dream.. I would know that I may love her. I just have to make sure, and be positive.

Harry's POV

I threw on some clean school robes and combed the knots out of my always messing hair. I thought it was alright how it stayed the same length all the time, and how it couldn't be combed. I just have to keep knots out of it so people will know I do my best. I smirked at that thought, since I really didn't care how my hair looked. I just wanted to make sure that it wouldn't end up looking TOO crazy, since I liked this somewhat messy hair-style.

I walked down the steps, two at a time, eager almost to talk to Hermione. Yes, I was hoping with every fiber of my being that she had the same dream. Otherwise, well, my heart would break all over again. She was sitting on the couch we normally sit on, spread across it, flipping through a book with what seemed like little interest. She yawned, and nearly jumped out of her skin when I said a simple,"Hello."

"Oh, sorry Harry.. It is just, well, I couldn't sleep last night. I had a somewhat odd and probably disturbing dream..." she said, explaining, her reason trailing off, as if her mind was else where, which wasn't normal for Hermione. "When did you get up from the dream?" "Uh.. maybe around four. I lost a good five hours of sleep." she said. I nodded and asked,"Was the dream about Ron and Ginny?" "How did you know?" "Uh... Lucky guess?" "Sure. Tell the truth, the whole truth." "OK... Well, Ginny and Ron appeared in my dream, in a graveyard, telling me to move on." "Really? Interesting... I think.. I had.. The.. Same.. Dream.. But, that would mean... IT WAS REAL!" she said, suddenly very startled. I nodded and said,"It was very real, Hermione." Tears formed in her eyes. "Harry, do you love me? Or like me in that manner at all?" "I think.. I really might." She didn't hear me mutter this, under my breath, for she had fallen asleep, or passed out dreadfully sudden. "Hermione!" I said, as I ran up to her.

I checked to make sure her breathing was normal, and it was. It seemed as if she was just asleep. By now, Gryffindors had, for the most part, left the Common Room and entered without making much notice of us. "Harry..." she said lightly, her eyes fluttering as she seemed to suddenly wake up. "Yes?" "I need you... Don't leave me..." "Never." I stroked her hand gently, and she smiled. Her eyes opened up fully and she said,"We have classes, c'mon." She sat up on the couch, and then we walked down to the Great Hall to eat first.

Me and Hermione had just gotten out of Herbology. "Hermione, you wanna go back up to the place we went before?" I asked. "I am not as angry as I was before, Harry. I feel fine now.. Ok, it still hurts, but still." "I know. I just thought we should talk, that is all."She smiled at me, and we walked off to the high hill we went for Hermione to yell out her emotions.

We got there, and we sat down, our feet dangling below, hanging off the sharp cliff part of it. I kept glancing at her, only to see the same thing: Her looking down below. "Hermione?" I asked, trying to get her attention. "Yes?" "I need to talk to you about... you know.. the dreams?" "Harry, I really don't know what to say or think right now. I am kind of scared. It seems that the only one I would have ever ended up with is Ron, even if we fought day and night." "Hermione, I know how you are feeling. I felt the same way when I lost Ginny. But, I really don't see how dwelling in the past will help our future. Ya know... Ginny actually told me in the dream I had that.. I should go with you and forget them. That was pretty much her words." I said, as a few surpressed tears formed in my eyes.

"Really? She said that specifically? Wow... weird..." she said, her voice trailling off. I looked at her, and saw everything inside her eyes: The excitement of what was going on, and the need to learn more, but stronger yet was all the pain inside of it, the anxiety, the sadness, the despair. I knew then that all I wanted to do was help her get rid off all of the bad feelings and the unhappiness that was inside of her. It felt almost protective, and even deeper, was a feeling of caring, and a growing with a vengaence feeling of... love?

I wrapped my arms around her. Silent tears streamed down her face as she burrowed hard into the crook of my neck. "Hermione?" I asked. "Yes?" she answered. "Is it okay that... I love you?" "Yes. We are best friends, of course we care for each other." "No, I love you more than that." I said unsurely. "Good." she answered. "Good what." I said, pulling myself from her to look in her eyes. "Good... because I think I do, too." she said slowly and unsurely. Me and Hermione's face pulled closer and closer. Our lips met in a loving kiss and we pulled away as soon as we heard that familar drawl, saying,"Well well... we couldn't wait, now could we?"

Hermione's POV

As soon as we heard the sound of Draco's voice, coming near us saying,"Well, well.. we couldn't wait, now could we?" Harry and I pulled apart, now tense, to see Draco standing there with that stupid smug face and smirk. "Sod off, Malfoy." said Harry immediately without thinking. "I just find it ironic that fake high-pitched falsetto voice Hermione, who's only love was Ron, and Harry, who couldn't love a girl besides Ginny after Cho Chang normal voice could just get together only days after Ron and Ginny died. If you were going to at least ACT upset, I would have gone at it for at least a week or two. But, really now, did you guys have to relief your new sexual tension with each other? COME ON! Like you two belong together." Said Draco with a sneer.

Tears ran down my face. Normally, Draco wouldn't bother me. I was above his insults. But inside, I knew he was right. I couldn't go out with Harry, much less love, just after Ron died. It would be insulting Ron and Ginny. I just wish Draco hadn't been the one to make that apparent.. I wish it would have been a Gryffindor or something. I began to sob uncontrobably, and I ran off, leaving Harry and Draco glaring at each other.

I don't know what brought me to run there, but I immediately ran to the Quidditch Feild. I sat there, in the middle of the grassy arena, sitting there, crying my heart out. I felt a warm hand on my shoulder, and I looked up to see Fred and George Weasly. One of their hands were one my shoulder, while the other looked at me with a look of pity. "You should come with us." The one who had their hand on my shoulder said. I stood up and walked over with them, as they led me back into the castle, the sun seeming to set behind us.

They led me inside the Gryffindor Common Room. They looked at me and said,"We saw everything that happened." I gasped and said,"Lemme guess. You want me to stop with Harry because I have just lost Ron, you agree with Draco, and I am a total slut." I said, crying still. "No. We would never think that, Hermione." said one, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Hermione, we just want you to know that well, Draco is completely WRONG. You are right to want to find comfort in someone, and try to move on. We actually wanted to show you something. It is a letter Ron wanted to give you for Christmas, which is only a month away. It is important, so well, we thought we should give it to you now, since it is very important." They handed me a neat, almost pretty letter to me. It was pink and had a dark red trim from what I could tell. I took it, and opened it, and began reading the letter aloud. It said...

MUHAHA! I AM SOOO EVIL! LOL! But, anyways, read the next one to find out what the letter says. Later!