To Live a Dream
Chapter Two-Coffee is a Godsend
Coffee. She needed coffee, and lots of it. Hermione couldn't remember a time when she had ever been so tired. The strange dreams she'd been having where so lucid, so frightening. Every time she closed her eyes- the forbidden forest, the ballet slippers, the absolute terror when she realised what was happening, and Draco Malfoy. Always, it was Draco Malfoy being called to her aide...Hermione shook her head in annoyance. In only four hours she was off to spend the last week of her precious summer with the Weasleys as the Burrow. Hermione laughed; why spend time thinking of that spoiled little ferret at a time like this?
Stiffling a yawn and shaking her head again to dispell the strange thoughts out of her mind she went back once again to her quest for the precious caffinated liquid, only pausing shortly to curse under her breath as she tripped on her own feet. Stumbling down the stairs of the house she grew up in Hermione sighed and realised that there was no way she was going to get down those stairs. She drew back up the stairs rather gracelessly, sighing to herself and thinking that it was probably around time to owl her headmaster about these strange dreams. Later, though. Now, she had an essay due in November that she was certain would stave off sleep.
Seven days later, Hermione was at her wits' end. Quidditch, quidditch, quidditch was all she heard morning noon and night. Her dreams where getting longer, more complete, but what she saw now disturbed her more then anything in the origional dreams...and she hadn't had a good nights' sleep in a long, long time. Hermione groaned in frustration and shook her head. Tonight was not the night to think of this. The Weasleys, Harry and herself where leaving for platform nine and three quarters very early to catch the Hogwarts Express, and she didn't want to be too exausted to enjoy her last trip to Hogwarts. After all, you only get the chance to ride as head girl once.
She instantly felt a bright smile slip onto her face. All of the stress and work was finally paying off, and not because it saved her from one of the boys' silly escapades. A duller smile wormed its way onto her lips as she heard Harry and Ron calling for her to help with their summer homework, left for the last minute, as always.
"Hermione, please! It won't happen again, we promise! Just this once, really, help us with out potions maybe?" begged Ron, his voice drifting down the many stairs like an echo from hell. She grimmaced.
'This is the last time you will ever have to do this,' she thought, 'maybe just this once'. She sighed and started up the long and winding staircase that led to Ron's room at the top of the house.
"Honestly, Ron, quidditch,quidditch,quidditch, what, did you think it was going to do itself?"
A/N:
Yeah, it's been a while. There where so many problems popping up I had absolutely no time to finish writing anything, really. This chapter isn't very long, but, I've recently broken up with my boyfriend, so I hope you can understand my lack of enthusiasm. Thanks to my one lonesome,awesome, but very solitary reviewer. Please, please, with a really big hug, at least leave me a one-liner. Flame, anything, I need inspiration.
much,much,much love and the very brightest blessings,
kittylynn
(also known as Ellie)