Chapter 8: Crazy Dreams and Wooden Memories

            "Now it is my pleasure to introduce Mr. and Mrs. Viktor Krum…." Applause filled the room as Hermione and Krum entered onto a stage. They were at a TV studio. Hermione took a seat next to the nice lady that was going to interview them. Smiling sweetly she looked over the crowd. Krum has taken a seat next to her.

"Now how long have you two been married?" The lady said as all eyes turned to Hermione and Krum. Krum smiled at Hermione.

"Ve Halve Beeen married for Ze…um…how you say…year? Yes a year…" Krum said taking a hold of Hermione's hand. Hermione smiled and nodded.

"Hermione… How does it feel to have married the most famous Quidditch Player in Century?" Hermione laughs at the question. She smiled lightly and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

"It's of course a…..dream, yes a dream, no more rather a fairy tale, come true." Hermione looked at Krum who had smiled at her.

"Of course it is Mrs. Krum. And I see you're expecting." The interviewer said. Glancing down at Hermione's stomach.  Hermione giggled and shook her head. Looking down at her stomach she gasped. She WAS expecting.

"Um… No… No I-I couldn't be…" She looked up. Everyone seemed to be staring at her, as if she were crazy. Hermione looked around and laughed lightly to herself. "Uh… I was just joking with you. Of course we are…"

Krum had been laughing lightly as well. He put his arm around Hermione who soon smiled and leaned back. Hermione began to look around the studio. It was empty. All that was there was her. She was sitting on the stage all alone. She looked around. Hermione had always hated being alone. She looked down at her stomach. She was no longer pregnant. Looking back up she saw that she was not alone. The person was just sitting in the audience.

"Um…Hello… could you introduce yourself? I'd like to know who I'm talking to" Hermione said sweetly. The person stood up. It looked like a young Man. He slowly began to approach. His feet echoed in the studio as he stepped down the stairs and onto the stage.

"Yes, tell us Mrs. Krum how it feels to have married the most famous Quidditch Player in a century. And completely dropped your best friend?"

The Young man who undoubtedly turned out to be Ron stepped into the stage lights. Hermione gasped and hung her head lowly.

"I told you I was sorry. I tried to explain, but you are too stubborn for your own good…"

Ron chucked at her.

"I'm not the one who's stubborn. YOU are the one who let me kiss you when you were engaged… You should have told me before I had done that. Now who's stubborn?"

Hermione began to cry. She pulled her hands to her face and wept. She looked up at Ron and stood up. Approaching him she sighed.

"I didn't tell you because… Your kiss… pulled me in SO much I couldn't bare to tell you. I wanted you to keep me there forever. For that moment, I wasn't worried about anything. Not my work. Not my Wedding. Nothing. For that moment I was me. And you knew who I was. I wanted to tell you that…"

            Hermione sat up drowned in a cold sweat, as she opened her eyes screaming. "I LOVE YOU" realizing what she said she quickly she covered her mouth. Looking around she found that she was laying on one of the dormitories bed. She looked around, she was alone. Ginny had left her. Hermione looked around the room.  It must have been the dead of night. But no one was there. Hermione smiled and turned on the light. The Dorm hadn't changed a bit. The same heating duct. The same four-poster beds. Hermione smirked. Jumping up she ran across the room. Sitting next to her Four-Poster bed she lifted up a board that had always been loose, it was covered with dust. Taking out a box she wiped it off. It was a small wooden box, engraved with a small rose on the top. Hermione lifted the top up. It creaked needing to be slightly oiled. She smiled. The box was filled with pictures, tapes, bottles, leaves, knick-knacks, everything she could fit into such a small space.

            A tear fell softly off her cheek. She was looking at the pictures, she had kept. She had hoped that someone would find this and fill it with their memories but she was sadly mistaken. Most of the pictures she had kept were of her, Harry and…Ron.  She hated being in a fight with Ron. They used to be such good friends. She looked through the pictures. True a lot of them had been taken by Colin Creevey, but Hermione didn't really care. She began to empty out the box. Leaves from the Devils snare they got caught in as first years, a bottle of Polyjuice Potion from their second year, A feather from Buckbeak, The key they caught when looking for the Sorcerers Stone, The Bottle she used to get back to Ron from Snape's Challenge, A bottle of potion she used to make her hair straight for the Yule Ball. All her memories were trapped in this box. Hermione burst into tears. She hated feeling like this. Standing up slowly Hermione walked stealthily over to the window side bench. Gazing out the window she sighed. Then gasping Hermione ran through the door.

"I know how to get through to him…"