Hermione's Dreams

A.N: This story is about Hermione's seventh year in Hogwarts, this is before HBP. I hope that everybody enjoys it. Please, if you read it REVIEW! Disclaimer: I don not own any of the Harry Potter Characters, they all belong to J.K Rowling.

Chapter One: Delilah

She is not a black cat crossing your path,

She is not a crisp golden ring on your finger.

She is not a Slytherinish Snake waiting to ensnare you,

She is the lone rose in the middle of the meadow.

She is like the crash of broken glass, sharp and quick, but;

She is gentle, like the soft swish of breeze against the a ocean.

She is the truth waiting to be set free,

She is no Delilah.

This Journal is dedicated to Severus Snape and Sirius Black, if anything should happen to me, or I give this over willingly I want both of you to read it and to know the truth. The poem above will make more sense once this is complete.

It is a Saturday night and I, Hermione Jane Granger am sitting on my bed listening to my roommates babble. For some reason I cannot stop thinking about either of you. Sirius, you with your perfect smile, and a great sense of understanding. Severus, your perfect flawless hair, and that humor of yours. You can sit and make me laugh for hours. I feel that this is the only way I can let out my feelings, I am to much of a coward to admit them to you in person. Severus, just for the reference I am not going out with Sirius, no matter what you think. That day in your office Severus, No matter what Ginny said I just could not defend myself because I wanted it to be true, but I now know that it will never be true. The only thing that ever happened between our letters was that I offered Sirius a backrub to relieve the stress and he offered to take me to lunch, as friends. I don't know how many time's I'm going to have to say that to you in order for in to penetrate through you thick skull Severus. But then again, there is not enough brain there to receive the information. It's not that I don't like you, I do. You are one of my closest friends here at Hogwarts. You just need to know the truth even if the truth does hurt. One thing that you have to do Severus, If I don't make it though this war, you have to tell Sirius everything that went on in your office that Wednesday afternoon. With everything that has been going on in the past week I should be really stress out but I'm not. Maybe that's because I'm thinking about the two of you. The following poem is for Sirius. There will be random poems for one or the both of you throughout this journal.

The stars twinkle in the heavens above, as if summoned by the Angels.

The breeze blows across the ocean, like horses running across the open prairie;

As we walk along the beach.

We stop and you turn me around to look at you. Your eyes pierce me, like a needle piercing the cloth, you see through my soul.

You lean towards me and the world stops turning.

The Mermaids are dancing across the Ocean floor with happiness.

The Angels look down from the heavens above approvingly.

Your hair falls across your face as the stars twinkle in your eyes.

As you lean closer a buzzer sounds, and I wake up,

I begin another day without you in it.

Severus leaned back in his chair, furious at Hermione, at Sirius. Why am I reading her journal? Severus thought as he looked into the flames.