3 October 1993
Dream Diary Entry #2
I dreamt of Cedric again last night. We were in a corridor near a painting of unicorns. At first, I didn't think he knew who I was—why would he? We've never met. Then he turned to me. I think his eyes were brown, but I'm not sure. Anyway, that doesn't matter. It's not the color of his eyes that is important, it's the fact that he looked right at me and smiled. Goodness, my dream-self went all week in the knees when Cedric smiled at me—bit pathetic actually.
Cedric looked at me, and said, "Hermione."
My heart began to beat harder. It's weird that you can know something like that in a dream, but I could tell. My heart was beating really fast and I was grinning up at him, too breathless to speak.
"They are serving turnip soup for lunch," Cedric said.
Then the unicorns burst out of the painting and galloped down the hall, plowing over first years and causing havoc. When I turned back, Cedric was no longer there. In fact, it was Ron. And he was laughing at me.
This dream means absolutely nothing. Unless, of course, we actually have turnip soup for lunch today, or first years get trampled by unicorns. I reckon that could happen.
Hermione closed her diary, and grimaced. What utter rubbish! She wondered what Harry and Ron had recorded in their Diaries. Certainly their dreams couldn't possible be this embarrassing. Briefly, she considered asking Parvati about her assignment, but dismissed the thought immediately. Hermione didn't know which possibility was more horrifying: Parvati finding out about Hermione's crush on Cedric Diggory, the nature of Hermione's absurd dreams, or having to ask for help on such a simple assignment.