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Enjoy! xox Annie

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Chapter 3...formerly known as Chapter 4:

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Mornings were never good for Harry or Hermione on their good days, but now, since the occurrences of all these nightmares plaguing their twilight hours, it became far worse. Many glamour charms were used to hide the dark circles under their eyes, but nothing could hide their lethargic steps and dazed gazes. All that their tired brains could do was thank Merlin that it was the weekend so they wouldn't have to use their addled brains for classes.

'The Golden Trio' plus Ginny sat on the couches in the common room with their significant other. Ginny encircled Harry with her arms possessively as if challenging any other girl in the room to even dare to glance in his direction. Ron on the other hand was less protective of Hermione. He had his arm thrown casually over her shoulder after she had sat down on the couch. He did not notice the pair of emerald eyes that followed her to her sitting position and lingered. Nor did Ronald notice his sister stomping away to her dormitory after Harry had wiggled out of her protective embrace, which she had relaxed for just a moment.

Harry stared at Hermione unabashed and tried to refrain from drooling while he daydreamed a bit. Hermione stared at Harry's content gaze and scowled inwardly as she felt her face heating up with a blush. Ron noticed her apprehension and lightly rubbed her arms up and down trying to soothe her. Yes Ron, that's what the dread on my face means: that I'm cold, thought Hermione sarcastically. She then gasped and her eyes became as large as dinner plates in the Great Hall.

Oh no.

She felt that she was on the verge of fainting. That was exactly what I thought in the dream, but surely it is only coincidence. I probably was just reminded of the dream at that moment, Hermione rationalized to herself.

While Hermione was debating the origin of her own thoughts, Harry was trying to hide a scowl while watching Ron rub Hermione's arms. He had seen Ron do this many times, after all Ron was Hermione's boyfriend, but today, the jealously seemed a little too consuming for him to be able to hide it from his face. Harry's glare was pretty blatant to say the least. He remembered once more that Ron was his best mate and stopped his hateful thoughts toward him.

Harry looked into Hermione's eyes, maybe hoping to spot some hidden sign within them to show that she felt the same, but all that he saw was fear, confusion, and flashes of light reflected in her eyes. What's going on? Thought Harry.

Oh no.

This is the moment when Harry realized that he recognized those beams of light shooting through the air.

Oh no! Hermione is going to get hit! Thought Harry quickly.

Hermione started to stand to fight back, but Harry immediately grabbed her as hexes whizzed past their heads. Harry covered her like a shield as he crouched above her on the floor.
Harry breathed a quick sigh of relief and his heart started to beat rapidly as Hermione leaned back into him.

Hermione once again lost herself in the euphoria that was seemingly coursing through her body. She remembered this part vividly from her dream, and was quite disappointed when she knew that she had to knock herself out of her daze. What happened next in the dream? Hermione thought to herself.

Ron!

Hermione quickly crawled out from under Harry and tackled Ron to the floor, pinning him beneath her. Hermione saw a flash of displeasure in Harry's eyes and she immediately crawled off of Ron and squatted beside them both on the floor.

"So what are we going to do? Who is doing that?" questioned Ron apprehensively.
"Don't worry Ron, it's just third years." Said Harry and Hermione simultaneously before they quickly cut themselves off.

Ron looked back and forth between them, but didn't question how they both knew this.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, shocked, then Harry leaned over and whispered in Hermione's ear. At first she didn't catch what he said because the tickling sensation on her neck from his breath was quite distracting, but after a second she understood that Harry wanted to know: how she knew it was third years.

Could Hermione have known about this before it happened too? Hell, after this weird premonition thing I've been going through, I'll believe anything. Thought Harry.

Hermione was just as confused as Harry and instead of answering him, started to busy herself with plans on how to stop the fighting. "Okay guys, stop fighting now!" yelled Hermione with her hands over her head. The few third years kept fighting and didn't hear Hermione's shouts.

"Okay, Harry, Ron, we're going to have to stop them ourselves. It shouldn't be difficult at all. Just stun them on the count of three okay. Harry, you get the one on the right. Ron, get the one on the left. I'll get the one in the middle. Okay, One- Two- THREE!"

They all jumped out from behind the couch that was sprouting holes and yelled 'stupefy'. Three third years fell to the floor and the rest of them were shocked into peace.

Harry and Hermione both breathed a sigh of relief. Neither of their nightmares had come true because they had stopped it. They both slid down against the farthest wall from their housemates lethargically as Ron began to yell at the third years. They hid in the corner from his fury.

Neville ennervated the three students stupefied and soon the kiddies were not just facing Ron's wrath, but the scorn of the most of the people in the Gryfinndor common room. Stabbing glares issued forth at the third years from almost every eye present.

"Well, I suppose that Ron's not going to stop fuming from his ears anytime soon. Do you want to go get a snack from the kitchens with me?" asked Harry, then he added in sing song voice, "We could escape the complaining and backlash of Ron anger,"

After hearing what Harry added, Hermione nodded her head quickly.

"Sure, never a dull day around here. I don't know about you, but fear makes me famished!" Hermione stated with large grin.

Harry jumped up and held out his hand to help Hermione up from the floor. She blushed and averted her gaze for a second, but never let go of his hand. Harry by no means attempted to release her hand either and they both climbed out of the portrait hole hand in hand, blushing and grinning "secretly".
They were both too lost in their own "hidden" glee to pay mind to a pair of shocked, angry eyes following their every move.

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Sorry for the ridiculously long wait! Please don't kill me! The dreaded writer's block got a hold of me...and that thing that starts with an L...what is that word hmmmmm... life..that's it. bleh I've been too busy. please forgive me. I give this chapter as a peace offering...? err hehe.
I hope this chapter is up to par. Review if you like it, review if you hate it, or you can review with questions or anything your heart desires. lol.
xox Annie