Hermione opened her eyes and was standing in the great hall. She looked down at her attire and gasped at the sight. She was wearing a sleeveless white-glittery dress with matching white heels. She also had on white gloves that went from up to her elbows. Hermione reached up and felt her hair and realized it was straightened and tied up in a neat bun with a white headband securing it.

She walked out through the corridors and had an important urge to go to the square—the middle of the school with the trees and benches. She arrived there in seconds and was slightly disappointed to find it was empty.

Hermione heard a sound and spun around and noticed a figure standing by one of the large trees. She should have been scared but wasn't, not at all. Just staring at that mysterious figure made her heart flutter.

"Ron?" she asked.

But there was no reply. The figure walked toward her and she couldn't make out his face but inside… she did not care.

He had put his left hand on her waist and put his right hand up for her to hold. Slowly, she put her left hand in his and put her right hand on his shoulder. Hermione closed her eyes and gracefully, they had both moved across the square to the music that wasn't there and at the same time, ringing through their ears. He pulled her close and she put her head on his chest, hearing his steady heartbeat and feeling the soft wind blowing in her hair. Hermione looked up at him and knew—without really seeing—that he was going to say something.

Deep inside her mind, she saw him open his mouth and say, "Hermione—."

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"Hermione!" a voice shouted from the bed. "We're going to be late!"

She opened her eyes and felt an annoyance at being interrupted but it flashed away when she saw who had interrupted her.

"Ginny, what are we late for, exactly?" Hermione rubbed at her eyes sleepily.

"The Prom meeting!" Ginny practically yelled. She threw Hermione's robes at her and started pulling on hers at the same time.

"What time is it?" she yawned.

"7 PM!" Ginny had started to brush her hair with such intensity it almost rivaled terrifying.

Hermione stopped in mid-yawn and jumped out of the bed. Have I really been sleeping for that long? Ever since she fell a few days ago, Hermione had felt more and more tired with less energy to go on. She looked down at what she was wearing and felt a little disappointed that she was wearing pajamas (how she got into pajamas, I have no idea) and not that exquisite gown from her dream.

Hermione thought about changing but just shrugged. No one could see what she was wearing under her robes anyways. She pulled on her robes and her and Ginny ran down the stairs and into two people.

"Oof!" The sound came from four different directions and Hermione rubbed her head and felt someone lift her up.

"Okay, 'Mione?" Ron asked from behind her.

She smiled at the pet name he had given her that a few other people had called her, but most of all, it was only Ron who had. She hugged him then, which surprised all four of them as Hermione and Ron never showed public displays of affections—Ginny and Harry had enough public displays for all of them.

"Ready, Ginny?" Harry's hand had found its way to Ginny's hand and held onto it.

Hermione cocked an eyebrow but only Ginny had caught it.

"I invited Harry to come with us, that's okay, right?" Ginny pleaded.

She smiled and nodded and asked Ron if he wanted to go as well. He had accepted.

As they walked to Professor McGonagall's office, they chatted away but Hermione's heart wasn't in the subject. It was still in the dream.