-1I have no connection at all with anything that has to do with the fabulous Harry Potter world that JK Rowling has created. So the usually, anything that has to do with Harry Potter does not belong to me

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A Little Help

Chapter 1

"Are you really telling me you can not see Ron and Hermione together?" Alia was now standing up walking towards her friend.

"NO! It is Harry and Hermione!" her friend sat down on the couch.

"How can you say that, cant you read? It has been there since book 1. HELLO!"

"Whatever, we will just see how it ends up" Jen just looked out the window pretending that she had something to fight for.

Alia couldn't believe what she was hearing. This from the one person who was supposes to be on the same level with her. They are supposed to share the same love for this brilliant story. How could Jen not see what was right in front of her. To Alia it was the most natural thing to see. It was like air, you just didn't question it. To Alia, Ron and Hermione were one of the most perfect couple in the world of make believe. They ranked right up there with Lois and Clark and Jane Austin's': Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennett. Did you ever question their love for one another…? No!

But to Alia almost -- no every story has some love in it. And she was the one that always found it. She just had a romantic air about her and her friends loved and hated her for it. For every time they would start a new relationship she could call what would happen to them, would plan for the good and the bad. But to Alia every bad situation had the most romantic ending to it. She believed everyone had a flame and hers just burned a bit brighter than most people. That's how she explained her sort of sixth sense for her romance meter.

Mostly everyone besides her close friends just thought she was a crazy hopeless romantic that had no clue about her own life. Whenever she would go on about something she saw and how certain outcomes would be perfect, they would just roll their eyes and snicker a little. But never too much to hurt her feelings, after all she was a sweet girl and nobody wanted to see her get hurt.

"You know I have a complex about people not listening to me." Alia sighed into the phone.

"I know." he couldn't but help to laugh to himself.

"Don't laugh at me, you know it is true", her voice was getting higher by the second.

"Alia, seriously! I understand what you are saying you have proven your point many times. I know nobody ever listens, and then they complain when something happens." Sean was trying his hardest to get her to calm down. Because just a couple more seconds and her voice would be so high he wouldn't be able to understand her.

"Thank you. At least you listen to. Well at least sometimes".

"Alia I got to get going, I have to be at work really early tomorrow" Sean knew he had to get off the phone fast. If he continued to listen to her talk he would never be able to hang up. There was something about the way her voice rose and fell with each new sentence she started and ended. The way she got so excited about the really stupid thing in life made him forget about all the stressful things in his life and focus on how awesome it was that she could be as intent on something as juvenile as Harry Potter. He would always think to himself 'only if more people were like her maybe people would just get along a little better'.

"Ok, Sean im going to try to call you tomorrow if not I will talk to you the next time we get a hold of one another. Night!" Alia put down her phone and walked to her bedroom dreading trying to go to asleep. She knew that is would be hours before she could even think about sleeping. Not with her mind going 500 miles an hour.

She laid in bed going over all the ways it was so obvious that Ron and Hermione belonged together. And the ways she could prove it to Jen. Maybe if she got her book out and took notes on all the Ron/Hermione moments, she can't argue with facts. The more Alia thought about it the more she realized how much she wanted a love that was 'just there'. She wished that her best friend would turn out to be the love of her life. To feel that fire and passion she could only imagine Ron or Hermione felt for one another. Around 1:35am Alia finally drifted off.

"Wow the suns never this bright in the morning" Alia aloud as she threw the cover off of her.

As soon as her feet touched cold stone floor that was just carpet the night before she let out a screech and jumped back into her bed, but as she did she hit her head on one of the post of this strange bed.

"What the…." she was interrupted by a girl with a massive amount of hair.

"What is up with you Alia, really im trying to cram some last minutes of studying before breakfast? Can you please keep it down", she huffed as she shoved her nose back in her book.

As Alia rubbed the back of her head she looked around the sunlit room. There were four beds around the walls and 2 big windows. Drapes hangs from the huge four posts that surrounded the beds. Where was she? What was going on? Then all the sudden it hit her.

"I'm in Hermione's room at Hogwarts, Ok, I get this…"

"Alia how many times do I have to tell you im trying to study". Hermione said in a very firm voice as she slammed her book shut and stormed out of the room.

"Ok…" Alia said aloud as she thought to herself, 'I need to stop thinking about Harry Potter before I go to bed. This is just insane'.

She tried to go back to sleep about 5 times before she realized that maybe she had to live out this dream, for just a little while. So she got up, put on the robes in the closet she hoped was hers and headed out the door. She walked down a narrow staircase and came to the common room.

"Wow, this looks nothing like it does in the movies" she was talking to herself and some very small looking kids were looking at her funny.

"Hermione!" she saw her hair over the back of a chair and started to walk towards her.

Then she stopped dead in her tracks… there right in front of her was Ron Weasley looking at her with his beautiful blue eyes. 'Wow I didn't expect him to be this smokin' hot in real life she thought to herself, screw Harry Potter'. She thought as she giggled to herself.

"What so funny Alia? Hermione did say you were acting a little strange this morning", Ron looked her up and down.

"Wha… me… huh…" was all she got out as the chosen one swept by her.

'This is way too much for me' she was thinking in her head as she spotted a familiar face out of the corner of her eye.

"Sean… oh my gosh, do I have a story to tell you" she started to walk towards her friend.

"Sean?" he looked at her as if she was wearing a huge lion on her head.

"Yay, Sean! Come on it's me, Alia. You know who I am", she sat down next to him.

"I do know who you are, I could have sworn you knew who I was, Derrick" as he pointed to himself.

"I guess she is over you mate…" Alia could hear Harry consoling his friend Ron.

'I was under Ron' was all she could think for the next couple minutes. 'And Ron wants me under him… wait no… well maybe! Dude! Me and Ron! I could so do this'.

She looked back over her shoulder and saw Ron looking at her. And she looked right back and notice how young looking his face was and the style of all their hair. And piecing together a couple other things she began to realize this was year 4. And they were all 14 and 15... 'Oh man this is wrong' she began to feel sick as she thought about it. 'I'm 24 years old! That's a 10 year difference. But if im in this dream and I'm in this school I must be there age. I will have to check next time around a mirror'

"Wait!" she said aloud as she felt the light bulb go off above her head.

Sean… Derrick stood up looked at her as is she had a third head and left the common room.

"I can't do anything with Ron. Ron is Hermione's'", she shouted out as the room began to snicker.

She looked over at the area where Ron, Harry and Hermione were sitting. Hermione was looking feverishly through her book. Ron was almost purple he was blushing so badly and Harry was smiling and nodding as he was pretending something was extremely interesting on the far wall. 'I so said that out loud, crapholes!' Alia stood up and walked through the portrait hole and waited outside in the hall until someone would walk by that could help her figure this out. Something was not right here; this has to be the longest dream she has ever had. Why wasn't she waking up?