Chapter 7

Distractions in Class

……..Ron was laying in the bright green grass by the lake staring up at the clouds when she approached. He couldn't tell who she was but he knew her and that was good enough. She sat down next to him smiling and began telling him how good he was at being keeper. The read headed boy simply smiled back as if he had heard these compliments a hundred times before from others. The unnamed girl leaned down and began kissing him and they were instantly transported to his empty dorm room. The Gryffindor slipped his hand behind the girls neck and closed his eyes returning the kiss with a bit more passion. She pulled away sudden and he opened his eyes. He nearly screamed when he realized he was looking up at Snape instead of the beautiful girl he had been kissing before.

Ron sat up quickly and looked around the still dark room that he shared with the other 6th year male Gryffindors. He gave a small laugh then fell back onto his bed before rolling over to stare out the window. "It's all his fault." Ron muttered under his breath. He had a dream about a girl for the first time since he spoke to Snape in Sirius' house and the man had to ruin it for him. "Damn him. He probably cursed me or something." the Gryffindor muttered again before closing his eyes and falling back to sleep.

Ron was absent mindedly staring up at the red and gold canopy of his bed when he was suddenly attacked by a pillow. He jumped with such force that he found himself on the floor looking up at the attacker, Harry Potter of course. Both boys broke out in a fit of laughter before Ron finally pulled himself to his feet.

"Morning, Harry. Thanks for the subtle wake up call." Ron said breathlessly.

"Anytime, mate. Now let's go get breakfast and check our schedule for the year. I would like to find that we don't have Potions as our first class like every other year." Potter responded as he and the red head got dressed.

They finished pulling their shoes on and headed down toward the Gryffindor common room. "Hey, Harry, what do you think dreams are supposed to mean?"

The other boy gave him a questioning look as they stepped through the portrait hole and headed down the steps. "I mean," Ron continued. "Do you think the dreams you have tell you something about what you want that only exists in your subconscious?"

"I guess that could be true. I'm not exactly a dream reader, Ron." They reached the bottom of the stairs and turned towards the double door that lead to the Great Hall. "Why? What did you dream about?"

Ron took a deep breath. "Snape, but I don't know why. Where's Hermione anyway?"

"Snape?!" Harry laughed for a moment. "Sorry, she's already waiting for us at the Gryffindor table. So, tell me all about this dream." He laughed again.

"Well," Ron blushed a bit. "I was dreaming about kissing this girl and then she turned into…you know."

"So are you saying that in your subconscious you want Snape to kiss you?" Harry had to fight to hold back his laughter now.

"No!….I mean…I don't know. Never mind. Forget I ever said anything about it." The red head pushed the doors open and quickly took a seat next to Hermione who was already going over the class schedule. "Morning, Hermione."

"Hello, Ron, Harry. I hope you both slept well." She said not even looking up from the parchment in front of her.

"I slept great, but I'm not so sure about Ron here." Harry answered as he scooped bacon on to his plate.

She looked up at Ron and gave him a quizzical look. "Nightmares?"

"No. is that the schedule?" He reached over and took it from her then looked it over after flashing Harry a death look. His face went extremely pale as he read it.

"hmm, something wrong, Ron?" Potter asked shoving a piece of toast into his mouth.

Ron set the page down and took a drink of his orange juice. "We have Potions first today." He tried to blow it off as if there was nothing more to it than the fact he had to see Snape first thing in the morning.

Harry reached out and took the paper from him. "Ooh, then Divination. Maybe we can ask Professor Trelawney what your dream means." Harry snickered to himself as Ron went even more pale from the comment.

After the three had finished breakfast they ran back to the dorm and got the book for the first two classes. As they approached the door leading to the Potions room Hermione sighed quite loudly. "Alright, are either of you going to tell me what's going on or am I just supposed to guess until I get it right? First, you say Ron didn't sleep well and he said it's not nightmares. Then, you say something about a dream. Explain."

Both of the boys stopped suddenly. "Well, Ron had a dream about someone kissing him and he was trying to figure out what it meant."

"If I had wanted her to know I would have told her, Harry." Ron said as a faint blush crept on to his cheeks.

"You know I won't say anything about it, Ronald. Who was he kissing?" Hermione said with a slight look of hope in her eyes.

Harry suppressed a laugh. "Snape." he walked quickly into the classroom to avoid the punch in the arm he knew would be coming and took his seat.

"Oh, Ron." Was all Hermione said before she took a seat next to Harry.

Ron took his seat on the other side of Harry and didn't bother to look up once during the time Professor Snape gave his long speech on the healing potion they were to prepare. And not once during the time he was making it did he look up at his teacher. Ron couldn't control his mind and it continued to drift back to the dreams he had been having. First, he was back in his dorm room from the dream he had the night before. Then, he was sitting on the bed in his room at Grimuald Place. Finally, he found himself in Snape's classroom but there was no one around but him and Severus. He had gotten a detention for messing up a simple potion.

When Ron finally decided to raise his head Professor Snape was standing in front of their table looking down at him with a look of disappointment. The red head sighed as he realized he had done no more than bring the water in to cauldron to a boil and the bell was due to ring at any minute. He dropped back into his chair and crossed his arms as he silently cursed himself for not finishing it, or even starting it.

"Distracted, Mr. Weasley?" Snape said as he extinguished the flame beneath the black pot. Not waiting for a reply he continued. "You will stay after and explain to me what it is that is so much more important to you than passing my class. The rest of you are free to leave after you place a phial of your potion on my desk."

"Yes, Sir." Ron muttered as he tossed his book into his bag trying to ignore the laughter from the Slytherins as they passed by.

"Now," Snape said as the last student left the room. "Mr. Weasley, would you care to explain what you were thinking about that took your attention from your assignment?"

The boy stood up and pulled the bag over his shoulder. "Just a few dreams I've been having. It won't happen again and I'll make up the potion." Ron turned and headed for the door. "Detention I assume."

"After dinner. And, please, come with a mind to work on this potion instead of whomever you dreamt about."

"Easier said than done." The Gryffindor muttered as he walked out and closed the door behind him.