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I saw him, for the first time, in real life, I saw him and I swore it must have been a dream; it couldn't have been real. He was so perfect, just like I had always seen him to be.

Mischievous.

Dangerous.

Alluring.

He didn't notice me but I noticed him. He didn't see me but I saw him. He didn't know me but I knew him oh too well. His steely grey eyes outlined by his pale white skin and his loose blinding blonde hair. I wanted him to treat me as he did in my dreams. To hold me, squeeze me, kiss me, caress me. Breathe on my neck with his hot breath, swipe his hands onto my hips, wrap his fingers around mine. Oh, what dreams can do to someone, how crazy they can make you. How much you want a dream to never end. And how horrible it eats at you when it finally does.

I lay in my bed, haunted by his illuminated face and his mysteriously haunting voice. His touch tingled my body. I was in between worlds: the world where I was left alone and the world where he lived. How much I wanted to stay in his world of never-ending lust and bliss and how much I longed to be with him in the night of my mind and how much it pained me to wake up every morning and be thrown out of that world.

I fantasized about him so much. Every time I saw him in the hall, I wished he would grab my hand, take me into a darkened room and…but he never did. To think of it, I never knew his name. He had never told me, I never needed to know. Everything we did in dreams was physical, not oral. He read my mind, he knew was I wanted and I didn't need to say anything.

Why couldn't he is waking life? Why couldn't my real world be thrust into a complete dream and I wouldn't never have to wake again? Why can't he eye me as he always did? I want him now. I want to feel him and taste him and not just pretend anymore. I want him to come out of my dream world and into my real world. I want him so bad, it drives me crazy for I know I could never have him. But I WILL try, I will get him. Soon enough, he shall be mine.

(Everything before was building up to this, this is the true beginning, enjoy!)

"Hermione? Hermione? Hello?"

I heard Ron's hardly bearable voice ringing in my ears, snapping his fingers in front of my face.

"Yes Ron, I see you, what do you want now?"

I said, an annoyed tone in my voice.

"You looked very distracted and distant, what's wrong…didn't do your homework over the summer."

He said, laughing at his oh-so-funny joke. He nudged Harry as if asking "That was funny right?" Harry gave a little laugh and went back to shuffling his cards. I, myself, was getting very nervous, He was on the train, I could feel his presence. The first year was my worst year, it was the first time I saw him in real life. I had uncontrollable urges to lust after him but knew I couldn't; he was my natural enemy. So I put myself through torture; holding myself back every time I saw him. True torture no one could ever experience. Now it was 7th year. I had been a good girl all this time but this was my last chance to get him. And I was not going to let him get away. I knew him inside and out, I dreamed about him every single night and I knew what he wanted and if it killed me, I was going to be everything he wanted.

Sorry it's like so bad. Im kinda distracted, My hands are cold and I have no real mood music and all this stuff, I just wasn't really focused, Sorry, but review and tell me what you think so far.