I Dream A Little Dream or Two
It was very late on a warm August evening, and one Hermione Granger was at home, watching at film on her TV that she had recorded during her time at Hogwarts. It was Romeo and Juliet; one of her favourites. Hermione was feeling quite sleepy as it was, after all, midnight.
Suddenly, she was at the Burrow, alone in the bedroom that she usually shared with Ginny whenever she stayed during the school holidays. She was in the middle of reading Intermediate Transfiguration when someone knocked on the door, making her jump slightly. Hermione stood up, then walked towards the door and opened it to find Ron standing in the doorway; his face was the same colour as his hair and held, as usual, a vacant expression. But this time he looked extremely nervous, although he seemed to be trying his best not to show it. Before Hermione had the chance to speak, Ron walked up so close to her and, without hesitating, placed his hands on her face and leaned in to kiss Hermione. Their lips were locked together for a few seconds until Ron stepped away from her. He looked more nervous than ever before, seeming very shocked with himself. Hermione was astounded, literally gob-smacked.
Her mind was racing - why wasn't she angry with him for taking advantage like that? But the truth of the matter was that she had enjoyed it, very much so.
The feeling of that first kiss was so exhilarating made Hermione do something that even she never thought she would do. She glanced at Ron, who was looking down at the floor, twisting his hands in front of him through nervousness, apparently waiting for Hermione to say something - or hit him. She gently pulled Ron towards her, who was now looking petrified, thinking of which curses Hermione would use on him. She closed her eyes and leant in for the kill. Their lips locked once more, embracing each other. This time the kiss was longer and both teens felt relaxed than before. Her whole body was tingling with excitement as Ron pressed his soft lips against hers whilst he ran his fingers through Hermione's wavy hair. This felt better than she expected.
After a while, Hermione slowly pulled away; her eyes still closed as she savoured that very special moment.
'That was... special.' said a voice that she wasn't expecting. She opened her eyes and let out a small gasp.
It was Harry.
Hermione bolted upright. She looked around, noticing for the first time that she was in the living room.
'I must have only dozed off for a little while,' thought Hermione as she turned the TV off and made her way to the staircase. 'What was I thinking? Does this mean that I have feelings for both of them? It's impossible... isn't it?' She had never thought of the boys in that way before.
Hermione walked into her bedroom, landed on her bed and fell asleep straight away. 'Do the boys ever have dreams this strange?' Hermione thought before going into the land of nod.
Although she would never know the answer to that question, the boys were having nightmares too. Harry was currently finding out, to his horror, who was the better kisser - Ron or Malfoy, whilst Ron had dreamt that he had gotten pregnant somehow by Seamus. They all felt very uneasy about these dreams, or nightmares, whatever you want to call them, but after all, they were only dreams... right?
Hermione awoke the next morning feeling refreshed until she remembered what she had dreamt about last night. The dream troubled her - did she really feel this way about her friends? Was the dream some kind of premonition or was her mind playing tricks on her? And how could Ron be such a good kisser?
No. Hermione promised herself that she would stop thinking about it. She just had to keep telling herself it was just a dream.
To take her mind off the dream, she decided to switch the radio on. Hermione had recently developed her liking for muggle music over the summer. However, at that moment in time, listening to the radio just made things worse. Her favourite radio station was currently playing sixty minutes of non-stop music in the 'Love Hour' including such songs as 'Two in a Million', 'If you're not the One', and to top it of 'One Night Stand'. She had to turn the radio off when 'Sexual Healing' began to play.
Hermione lay down on her bed, staring at the ceiling. For some reason, she couldn't avoid the dream any longer. Everything just seemed to remind her of it so. She decided to go through it, decipher the possible messages it was trying to link to her. She was at the Burrow. Ron kissed her then she kissed him back. Then, when she opened her eyes, it was Harry standing in front of her instead of Ron. She couldn't help but admit to herself that Ron was an excellent kisser. Or was it Harry? For the first time that day, she was smiling.
'What was I thinking?' she said to herself, 'It's just a silly old...'
The smile vanished when she realised that she was actually heading to the Burrow in just a few days time. Would her dream come true?
Hermione, getting frustrated at not finding a reasonable answer for once, decided to dedicate the day to her homework by finishing her essay for Snape on Lethal Poisons and their Antidotes.
She would try to get through the rest of the day without one more thought of that dream...
Hermione finally put her quill down on the desk several hours later after deciding to complete more of her homework than planned. Feeling that she had done enough homework for the day, she had the urge to watch another film, but this time, something different and far from romantic. Browsing through the video collection, she came across a film that belonged to her mother. Judging by the front of 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show', this was something bizarre, twisted and had the potential to scar someone for life, but still was most definitely different. Perfect.
Halfway through watching 'Rocky Horror', Hermione found out that this film was indeed as traumatic as she initially suspected, plus more, but at least it wasn't a romance. Despite this, or maybe because of it, this was just the film she needed to watch right now... or was it?
Hermione felt very sleepy once more as she lay on her bed watching the film come to a close. Her eyelids began to droop; she was sinking deeper into a sleep...
Her surroundings had morphed into a very strange looking room that she had never been in before, but it looked oddly familiar. It was a small, empty hall and she was sitting on a large four-poster bed on what looked like a stage. She looked around her, searching for something or someone, anyone, when she heard a faint buzzing sound from a distance which seemed to be coming from the back of the hall. She couldn't see anything apart from some double doors and a wall, although she was sure the noise was coming from somewhere in that area. Suddenly, the doors swung open, which made Hermione jump, to reveal an old-fashioned lift that was slowly coming down from somewhere above. The metal door of the lift opened to reveal a figure dressed in a black cloak, with their face concealed by a hood. The person began walking towards the stage; towards her. Hermione noticed that the cloak bore the Hogwarts crest on it.
'I hope this is not what I think it is.' Hermione thought, looking at the hooded person, then the bed.
The mystery person was now walking up the steps of the stage. Hermione felt worried who this person might be, but she didn't have to wait long to find out. The person lifted his hood to reveal his freckled face.
'Ron!' cried Hermione, breathing a sigh of relief. 'I was wondering who it was.'
'Yeah, it's me all right, babe.' replied Ron. Hermione immediately noticed that he had a strange tone of confidence in his voice. She was beginning to get worried again.
'What are you doing here?' Hermione asked apprehensively.
'I've got something to tell you.'
He raised his hands and wrapped his fingers around the collar of his cloak and pulled it away. Hermione gasped, slapping a hand over her mouth to stop her from screaming, or laughing, in shock. There, stood at the foot of the bed, was Ron, dressed in nothing but an erotic, black girdle, frilly black knickers and suspenders.
Hermione found the sight very disturbing and couldn't speak, her mind numb with shock. It was even more disturbing when Ron started crawling on all fours onto the bed, singing and swinging his hips at the same time.
'I'm just a sweet transvestite, from transsexual Transylvania, ha ha!'
Hermione's eyes widened with the astonishment of Ron's behaviour, as he crawled sexily towards her.She couldn't move. What the hell was going on here? Her mind was racing.
Ron was now lying sideways besides her, looking at Hermione with a gleam in his eyes. 'Things couldn't get any worse', Hermione hoped.
Boy, was she wrong.
'Dammit Hermione, I love you!' sang another familiar voice from the other side of the stage. She quickly turned her head and did a double take, her jaw dropping. Gob-smacked was not a strong enough word to describe her reaction.
Harry was standing a few feet away from the bed, his arms outstretched towards Hermione, wearing nothing but white boxer shorts. But, unlike her normal self, Hermione was not looking at his face but staring a little further down. Snapping out of the trance, Hermione glanced up at Harry's face and found him smiling at her.
Harry slowly walked towards the bed, still staring at Hermione. He sat down beside her and stroked her cheek with his finger. Hermione didn't do anything to stop him. On the contrary, she enjoyed the sight of Harry in his tight boxers -
'What am I thinking?' she wondered. She tore her eyes from Harry to glance at Ron. She didn't know where to turn, until her eyes fell eventually onto black, frilly knickers.
'Dammit Hermione, I love you.' said Harry, finally breaking the silence. She didn't know what to say.
'I'm not much of a man by the light of day,' sang Ron, smoothly, 'But by night I'm one hell of a lover...'
AARRRHHHHHH!!
Hermione suddenly awoke. She was lying on the floor, wrapped up in her bed covers. She untangled herself and stood up to make her bed. She glanced at the clock - it was one o'clock. Hermione turned the TV off and got back in bed.
'This has got to stop.' she whispered to herself, running through the dream once more.
Although it was the most strangest and most disturbing dream she'd ever had, Hermione couldn't help but laugh out loud at the images she had just seen.
It was very late on a warm August evening, and one Hermione Granger was at home, watching at film on her TV that she had recorded during her time at Hogwarts. It was Romeo and Juliet; one of her favourites. Hermione was feeling quite sleepy as it was, after all, midnight.
Suddenly, she was at the Burrow, alone in the bedroom that she usually shared with Ginny whenever she stayed during the school holidays. She was in the middle of reading Intermediate Transfiguration when someone knocked on the door, making her jump slightly. Hermione stood up, then walked towards the door and opened it to find Ron standing in the doorway; his face was the same colour as his hair and held, as usual, a vacant expression. But this time he looked extremely nervous, although he seemed to be trying his best not to show it. Before Hermione had the chance to speak, Ron walked up so close to her and, without hesitating, placed his hands on her face and leaned in to kiss Hermione. Their lips were locked together for a few seconds until Ron stepped away from her. He looked more nervous than ever before, seeming very shocked with himself. Hermione was astounded, literally gob-smacked.
Her mind was racing - why wasn't she angry with him for taking advantage like that? But the truth of the matter was that she had enjoyed it, very much so.
The feeling of that first kiss was so exhilarating made Hermione do something that even she never thought she would do. She glanced at Ron, who was looking down at the floor, twisting his hands in front of him through nervousness, apparently waiting for Hermione to say something - or hit him. She gently pulled Ron towards her, who was now looking petrified, thinking of which curses Hermione would use on him. She closed her eyes and leant in for the kill. Their lips locked once more, embracing each other. This time the kiss was longer and both teens felt relaxed than before. Her whole body was tingling with excitement as Ron pressed his soft lips against hers whilst he ran his fingers through Hermione's wavy hair. This felt better than she expected.
After a while, Hermione slowly pulled away; her eyes still closed as she savoured that very special moment.
'That was... special.' said a voice that she wasn't expecting. She opened her eyes and let out a small gasp.
It was Harry.
Hermione bolted upright. She looked around, noticing for the first time that she was in the living room.
'I must have only dozed off for a little while,' thought Hermione as she turned the TV off and made her way to the staircase. 'What was I thinking? Does this mean that I have feelings for both of them? It's impossible... isn't it?' She had never thought of the boys in that way before.
Hermione walked into her bedroom, landed on her bed and fell asleep straight away. 'Do the boys ever have dreams this strange?' Hermione thought before going into the land of nod.
Although she would never know the answer to that question, the boys were having nightmares too. Harry was currently finding out, to his horror, who was the better kisser - Ron or Malfoy, whilst Ron had dreamt that he had gotten pregnant somehow by Seamus. They all felt very uneasy about these dreams, or nightmares, whatever you want to call them, but after all, they were only dreams... right?
Hermione awoke the next morning feeling refreshed until she remembered what she had dreamt about last night. The dream troubled her - did she really feel this way about her friends? Was the dream some kind of premonition or was her mind playing tricks on her? And how could Ron be such a good kisser?
No. Hermione promised herself that she would stop thinking about it. She just had to keep telling herself it was just a dream.
To take her mind off the dream, she decided to switch the radio on. Hermione had recently developed her liking for muggle music over the summer. However, at that moment in time, listening to the radio just made things worse. Her favourite radio station was currently playing sixty minutes of non-stop music in the 'Love Hour' including such songs as 'Two in a Million', 'If you're not the One', and to top it of 'One Night Stand'. She had to turn the radio off when 'Sexual Healing' began to play.
Hermione lay down on her bed, staring at the ceiling. For some reason, she couldn't avoid the dream any longer. Everything just seemed to remind her of it so. She decided to go through it, decipher the possible messages it was trying to link to her. She was at the Burrow. Ron kissed her then she kissed him back. Then, when she opened her eyes, it was Harry standing in front of her instead of Ron. She couldn't help but admit to herself that Ron was an excellent kisser. Or was it Harry? For the first time that day, she was smiling.
'What was I thinking?' she said to herself, 'It's just a silly old...'
The smile vanished when she realised that she was actually heading to the Burrow in just a few days time. Would her dream come true?
Hermione, getting frustrated at not finding a reasonable answer for once, decided to dedicate the day to her homework by finishing her essay for Snape on Lethal Poisons and their Antidotes.
She would try to get through the rest of the day without one more thought of that dream...
Hermione finally put her quill down on the desk several hours later after deciding to complete more of her homework than planned. Feeling that she had done enough homework for the day, she had the urge to watch another film, but this time, something different and far from romantic. Browsing through the video collection, she came across a film that belonged to her mother. Judging by the front of 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show', this was something bizarre, twisted and had the potential to scar someone for life, but still was most definitely different. Perfect.
Halfway through watching 'Rocky Horror', Hermione found out that this film was indeed as traumatic as she initially suspected, plus more, but at least it wasn't a romance. Despite this, or maybe because of it, this was just the film she needed to watch right now... or was it?
Hermione felt very sleepy once more as she lay on her bed watching the film come to a close. Her eyelids began to droop; she was sinking deeper into a sleep...
Her surroundings had morphed into a very strange looking room that she had never been in before, but it looked oddly familiar. It was a small, empty hall and she was sitting on a large four-poster bed on what looked like a stage. She looked around her, searching for something or someone, anyone, when she heard a faint buzzing sound from a distance which seemed to be coming from the back of the hall. She couldn't see anything apart from some double doors and a wall, although she was sure the noise was coming from somewhere in that area. Suddenly, the doors swung open, which made Hermione jump, to reveal an old-fashioned lift that was slowly coming down from somewhere above. The metal door of the lift opened to reveal a figure dressed in a black cloak, with their face concealed by a hood. The person began walking towards the stage; towards her. Hermione noticed that the cloak bore the Hogwarts crest on it.
'I hope this is not what I think it is.' Hermione thought, looking at the hooded person, then the bed.
The mystery person was now walking up the steps of the stage. Hermione felt worried who this person might be, but she didn't have to wait long to find out. The person lifted his hood to reveal his freckled face.
'Ron!' cried Hermione, breathing a sigh of relief. 'I was wondering who it was.'
'Yeah, it's me all right, babe.' replied Ron. Hermione immediately noticed that he had a strange tone of confidence in his voice. She was beginning to get worried again.
'What are you doing here?' Hermione asked apprehensively.
'I've got something to tell you.'
He raised his hands and wrapped his fingers around the collar of his cloak and pulled it away. Hermione gasped, slapping a hand over her mouth to stop her from screaming, or laughing, in shock. There, stood at the foot of the bed, was Ron, dressed in nothing but an erotic, black girdle, frilly black knickers and suspenders.
Hermione found the sight very disturbing and couldn't speak, her mind numb with shock. It was even more disturbing when Ron started crawling on all fours onto the bed, singing and swinging his hips at the same time.
'I'm just a sweet transvestite, from transsexual Transylvania, ha ha!'
Hermione's eyes widened with the astonishment of Ron's behaviour, as he crawled sexily towards her.She couldn't move. What the hell was going on here? Her mind was racing.
Ron was now lying sideways besides her, looking at Hermione with a gleam in his eyes. 'Things couldn't get any worse', Hermione hoped.
Boy, was she wrong.
'Dammit Hermione, I love you!' sang another familiar voice from the other side of the stage. She quickly turned her head and did a double take, her jaw dropping. Gob-smacked was not a strong enough word to describe her reaction.
Harry was standing a few feet away from the bed, his arms outstretched towards Hermione, wearing nothing but white boxer shorts. But, unlike her normal self, Hermione was not looking at his face but staring a little further down. Snapping out of the trance, Hermione glanced up at Harry's face and found him smiling at her.
Harry slowly walked towards the bed, still staring at Hermione. He sat down beside her and stroked her cheek with his finger. Hermione didn't do anything to stop him. On the contrary, she enjoyed the sight of Harry in his tight boxers -
'What am I thinking?' she wondered. She tore her eyes from Harry to glance at Ron. She didn't know where to turn, until her eyes fell eventually onto black, frilly knickers.
'Dammit Hermione, I love you.' said Harry, finally breaking the silence. She didn't know what to say.
'I'm not much of a man by the light of day,' sang Ron, smoothly, 'But by night I'm one hell of a lover...'
AARRRHHHHHH!!
Hermione suddenly awoke. She was lying on the floor, wrapped up in her bed covers. She untangled herself and stood up to make her bed. She glanced at the clock - it was one o'clock. Hermione turned the TV off and got back in bed.
'This has got to stop.' she whispered to herself, running through the dream once more.
Although it was the most strangest and most disturbing dream she'd ever had, Hermione couldn't help but laugh out loud at the images she had just seen.