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Elora Potter: I suppose you could say that the smirk was because he was happy. Or maybe in between. He was glad to have her off his back, but this would only cause more problems.

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The very tips of Harry's slender fingers pressed gently against the newly plastered wall of the corridor. He slid is fingers along the wall at the same pace of his slow walking.

"What are you doing up?" A voice curiously asked from a few feet behind him. The female tossed her soft brown curls away from her face to get a better view of the boy in front of her. "A bit late to be roaming the halls with your cloak, isn't it?"

"Hermione?" Harry scrounged his eyebrows together whilst he turned around. "I—I couldn't sleep."

"Bad dream?" Hermione's arms were crossed over her chest. The corners of her pale lips curved lightly at the sight of Harry nervous for a change.

"No, actually. A good dream." He shrugged his shoulders faintly.

I wonder what she's doing up, Harry couldn't help but think, even though his eyes and his mind both knew he was drifting towards her beauty. His eyes scanned the girl for any imperfections while he seemed to zone out a bit.

"A good dream? I don't understand. What's bad about a good dream?"

Harry took a few seconds to register what she had just asked. "It's sort of like a guilty pleasure…" He mumbled just above a whisper.

"A what?"

"Guilty pleasure." He repeated just a little louder.

"Really? That's odd." Hermione stated her opinion as if it was nothing. "Anyway, you best be getting to bed before filch finds you." She snapped.

"But what about you? You're not supposed to be up." Harry commented, glancing at his wristwatch.

"Honestly, Harry, I'm Head Girl…I have later hours than regular students." She said this as if it was obvious.

"Oh. But I'm Head Boy. Don't I get to stay up later, too?"

"Umm…well….I suppose so." Hermione grumbled. "So, tell me, how are things with Ginny?"

"Ginny?" Harry questioned with cocked eyebrows. "Ohhh! Ginny. Her." He muttered without interest.

"Yes. Your fiancé…?"

"She's not my fiancé." He defended.

"B…but, the other night." Hermione pretended to look upset, when really her mind was screaming with joy.

"It just didn't work out…"

"Oh, Harry, I'm so sorry." Hermione jumped forward and swung her arms around him, stepping on her tipey-toes in order to reach his neck. She buried her soft face and frizzy hair into his shoulder.

Harry's knees went weak. He wobbled just a bit, but leaned on the wall for support. His arms suddenly seemed to have a mind of their own when they slid around Hermione's waist.

Hermione giggled at the startling contact, but slowly pulled away, though it killed her to let go.

"So, why don't you tell me a little more about your dream?" Hermione spoke cheerfully. She had already found a spot on the ground where she leaned against the wall with her legs crossed.

"And what do I get in return?" Harry sat down just beside her.

"Well, I'll tell you about my dream."

"Hmm…that's a tough one." Harry scratched the back of his neck, and chuckled to himself.

"All right." He admitted, sitting up straight as if he was to tell a long fairy tale.

"Really?" Hermione clapped with delight, and wiggled on the ground.

Harry nodded his head and grinned at her reaction. "Well, let's see. In my dream, I was sitting in the Great Hall playing a game of wizard's chess with Ron…"

"Check." Ron blurted with a grin.

"No fair!" Harry stood up and tossed over the checkered porcelain board, along with all of its pieces.

"Hey, I don't make the rules." Ron joined his friend in standing up.

"Whatever." Harry mumbled under his breath. "Where's Hermione?" He asked with a glint of concern.

"Jeez, Potter, can't go an hour without your little pumpykins." Ah, yes. Draco Malfoy spoke slyly with his little 'posse' when they approached the two Gryffindors.

"Wait, you mean we were…?" Hermione interrupted Harry's dream as she tried to look disgusted.

"Yeah. Why?"

"Nothing. Carry on."

"Malfoy." Ron and Harry greeted at the same time with their usual bitter smirks.

"Leave him alone." Ron demanded.

"Or what? You'll petrify me?" Draco pretended to look frightened while he gasped loudly. "Oh no! What ever will I do?"

The group of Slytherins bounced out of the room.

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"Hermione? Where are you?" Harry shouted into the common room for the head students.

"Harry? Is that you!" Hermione shot down the steps like a rocket at the sound of his voice. "Oh Harry, where have you been?" Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck while she hugged him much like she had done in real life.

"I was with Ron. Is something wrong?" Harry pulled the sheepish Hermione out of her deadly grip around him.

"No, nothing. I just missed you!" She planted a loving kiss upon his lips with delight.

"Eww!" Hermione interrupted again with immature whines.

"What? Like you haven't thought about it." Harry rolled his eyes.

"Oh, Harry, where have you been!" She mocked his dream while batting her eyes with her lips puckered wide.

"Shut up." Harry growled. "Back to the dream…"

"I missed you, too." Harry chuckled to himself when he curled her up in his arms. He couldn't believe he had her after all these years of waiting.

"Shall we get to bed?" Hermione asked quietly into his neck.

"Only if you want to."

Hermione grunted in response, and he pulled the two of them upstairs and into his bedroom.

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Harry's eyes blinked open when he felt something tickling his bare chest. He didn't dare open his eyes, but took a few moments to enjoy the light sensation.

"Mm…" He groaned when the bright sunlight peered into the curtains.

"Hermione?" Harry asked softly when he opened his eyes. A large mess of chocolate brown friz was resting on his chest and fast asleep. He cupped her head with his right hand while he fixed his eyes on the ceiling.

"Just a few more minutes..." Hermione begged with her eyes still shut.

"Take as long as you like, love, I'll wait forever." And with these last reassuring words, Hermione and Harry fell into a deep sleep, where they didn't get up until nearly 3 o'clock in the afternoon.

"That's quite sweet, Harry." Hermione grinned. "Can we go back to my room when I tell my dream?"

"Of course."

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"Okay, just a few more minutes…" Hermione said from the other end of the door. She was changing in the bathroom.

"Take as long as you like, love, I'll wait forever." Harry spoke just as he had in the dream, while he leaned against the wall outside the bathroom.