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A bedroom window with its curtains pulled aside showed Hermione sleeping in her bed. It was 11:30pm. She was dreaming of a boy, the only boy in all the world that she would ever want to dream about. Lately, she found herself waking up blushing and feeling warm. She couldn't deny and didn't want to deny anymore of her feelings towards this boy. Hermione wanted everyone to know, she thought that telling everyone would be so easy, probably because most of the people she knew already knew of her infatuation towards him. But the one person she had to tell her feelings to was the hardest one because it was Ron after all. Some days she would think to herself, I'm Hermione Granger, I should be able to just walk up to Ron and tell him, I mean I'm always telling him facts about magic and our school, I school be able to manage telling him a fact about the magic I feel when he's near me. A light from outside Hermione's window shown through her eyelids and woke her up. She got up quickly and reached for her wand. She backed away from her window as far as she could until her back hit one of the walls to her room. The light, she now noticed, were two lights, aiming right for her window. She could also hear a motor to a car faintly in the background, but thought nothing of it since there was a highway not too far from her home.
What am I doing, what am I doing, what am I doing, this is a bad idea, I don't know what I'm doing. Ron thought this over and over again on the way to Hermione's house in the flying car. As he spotted her house he remembered that this is the girl he dreamt about lately and day dreamed about when he wasn't paying attention in class, she was the reason he had barely passed a few classes. He also worried about her even though he knew she could take care of herself. Sometimes he just wanted to hold her and protect her. Then he knew exactly why he was doing this, in all the world she was the one he wanted, he was in love with her. As he approached her house he turned the car sideways so his car window was lined up with her bedroom window.
Hermione saw the car now, but who? she wondered, still holding her wand pointed towards the window, ready to aim. As the person in the car came into view, Hermione saw the boy she had just dreamt about. "Ron!" she said, "What are you doing here?". She lowered her wand.
