DISCLAIMER: Not mine, blahblahblah.

LAST CHAPTER: "Hermione..." Harry's breathing was heavy, and he was almost panting at the sight ahead of him.

"Will you marry me?"

"Oh, of course!"

"We're pregnant."

"That...that's...that's wonderful! We're going to be parents!"

"What...hmph...no...Hermione!" Harry shouted in his sleep while several images flashed through his mind. They appeared to be his entire future. Completely planned out. With Hermione Granger.

"Shit...a, a dream?" The scrawny figure sat up in the dark bedroom. "Not again." He groaned before plopping himself back onto the silky pillow cases in the Hogwarts dorm.

You know that annoying little voice in the back of your head? The one that tells you when you shouldn't be thinking bad thoughts. The one that reminds you about every little thing. The one that whispers "Bad, bad, bad..."

Which is exactly what Harry was experiencing. That damn voice wouldn't shut up. 'Tell her. Just go tell her. She's right there. Right in front of you. TELL HER'

"SHUT UP!" Harry yelled outloud. He tightly clutched the sides of his head, and tried to cover his ears in a not-so-mature fashion.

And all was silent.

Not even the stupid little crickets outside could be heard.

And the big obnoxious voice had quieted down, as well.

Harry sighed, leaned back into the smooth fabric of his sheets, and pulled the covers back over himself. "Just a dream, just a dream..." He repeated to himself to sooth away the annoyance he recently spilled towards his conscience, before he slowly fell into a slumber.

"Harry? Harry, get up! We have classes, you know." Shouted a familiar voice through the door, while pounding unpleasantly on the wooden door.

"Huhwhashush I'm SLEEPING...shut up." Harry's words sounded like giberish to the girl, when you added on the fact that they were giberish, and he was speaking through a door, after just waking up.

"Harry..?" Hermione swung open the door, cautiously stepping inside the Head Boy bedroom.

"Harry, are you okay? You've been acting awfully strange lately." Hermione commented with a worried expression, while examining his heavy eyelids and the dark spots beneath his eyes.

"Yeah. Sleeping in class?" Ron added with a smirk.

"I'm fine, really, guys." Harry gently reassured them.

The group turned the corner and entered the Great Hall for dinner.

"Harry! Harry Potter, is it true?"

"What? Is what true?" Harry questioned the group that approached the three friends when they took their seats at the table.

"This!" Shouted a seventh year, whilst shoving a newspaper into his face.

Hermione leaned over his shoulder and carefully read what appeared to be "The Boy Who Lived settling down?" as a headline.

"What the bloody hell is this!"

"Rubbish." Ron blurted in between bites.

"Harry, is that true?" Hermione asked.

"I..I..."

A/N: Another cliffy. Oh the horror. This plot is getting more and more ridiculous by the second. I have no idea where to take the story from here, but if I don't get any decent ideas from reviewers, or nothing comes to mind, then I'm considering taking down the story.