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oh an interpret harrys dream :P give me your opnion on it :P what on earth does it all mean?

Harry was flying; he was astride his firebolt, speeding into the sky, toward the stars chasing the snitch. It was as if he was going to the leave this world, a bludger was on his tail and he dodged it quickly. The bludger suddenly disappeared and Harry smiled in the relief he suddenly felt. He was finally free. He kept following the snitch, but the snitch stopped and turned to him, the small golden ball started to expand and floating before him hovered Hermione's beautiful face.

The dream Hermione didn't speak, but her voice echoed in his ears.

"Harry… its time to wake up Harry… sweetheart…" the dream Hermione moved forward, floating through the air and pointed down, back to earth, where a small golden light was shining up at him, twinkling in the darkness, he smiled and turned plummeting to the ground.

Harry opened his eyes and found gold amber ones sparkling above him. He smiled smally and Hermione sighed in relief. She stroked his jaw line tenderly and Harry blinked several times, turning onto his back and rubbing his eyes. He sat up quickly, as if he finally recognised her. He carefully ran his fingers through his messy hair and Hermione smiled smally.

"You scared me for a moment Harry, I thought you weren't going to wake up." Hermione whispered and Harry reached forward and took her hand in his. "Well if you hadn't have woken up it would have been because of the stench of you! Harry when was the last time your skin came into contact with soap?" she teased and Harry laughed bringing her into his arms tightly forcing her nose into his chest.

Hermione yelped at first, but then his grip slackened and fell to her waist and she rested comfortably against him, stroking his bare chest fondly.

"For your information I had a shower last night." Harry stated proudly and Hermione laughed, she acknowledged the clean smell resonating from his bare skin.

"Since when have you had stubble?" Hermione asked gently looking into his eyes and stroking the hairs on his face curiously. He frowned slightly.

"Don't you like it?" he asked, needing her approval.

"Oh no Harry I don't like it, I adore it… its different but, very becoming of you, just promise me you will not grow a beard!" Hermione exclaimed and Harry laughed, sitting cross-legged across from Hermione, mimicking her actions so their knees touched.

"Good, because I was planning on keeping it… for a while at least." Harry whispered and Hermione felt as if all of the oxygen had been removed from her lungs. His eyes bore into hers and she bit her lip. "Why are you here Hermione?"

That snapped her out of her thoughts. Why am I here… um, "because I wanted to check on you, no one had seen you since… since the argument Charlie walked in on… with you and Ginny." Hermione said tensely, no one knew what the argument was about. The bright light in Harry's eyes faded but Hermione didn't look away and Harry sighed and looked down to his hands, as if in shame or embarrassment.

" 'Mione, you have to understand… this is difficult for me… I just… I just don't…." he put his head in his hands and Hermione felt her heart break. She reached forward and cupped his face, bringing it up to face her. He seemed to regain confidence and he continued. "Ginevra… she was cheating on me… I think she has been for quite some time now. Charlie walked in just as she was about to… I walked out… I didn't let her deny it… I feel so worthless… I mean… why would she turn away… am I not good enough? Do I not have enough… do people only want me for my fame and money… Hermione… I can't do this anymore." She watched as his eyes grew dark in sadness and she felt a tear fall innocently down her cheek. Hermione had seen that darkness before, first, a flicker when Cedric was murdered, then a flash when Sirius fell through the veil, a slight lingering when Dumbledore fell from the astronomy tower and then a deep abyss which he had almost fallen into when Hermione herself had been tortured, all those years ago.

"No… Harry I love you, just for you… I don't want to be here because you are rich… because you are famous, I just want to be here with you, just Harry. You are more than enough for… for me. Stay with me… I can't live without you." she sobbed and Harry reached forward and took her into a warm embrace. She wept against his shoulder and harry closed his eyes stroking her hair soothingly. He felt the tears dampen his chest and felt immeasurable love.

"Hermione… I… I am in love with you." Hermione looked up frowning slightly, confused. "I love you so much… I catch my breath when you walk in the room and smile at me… its crazy how much I think about you, you are in my thoughts constantly, like a record playing over and over again in my head. I can't live my life… knowing that I gave up on the one thing that I have always wanted the most… you." Hermione felt a warmth rise in her chest at his words.

She leaned forward and just as their lips were about to touch she closed her eyes as his lips descended upon hers. Hermione almost gasped at the sensation. His lips were warm against hers and she opened her mouth when his tongue teased her bottom lip. She finally gasped when his tongue moved methodically in her mouth. He leant back as she pushed against him, until she was laying on top of him, lips still locked in a seemingly unbreakable kiss.

Hermione broke away looking down at him with a heated gaze. She felt no fear, no doubt when she looked down at his tender face. She tore her blouse from her body and threw it to the ground, but Harry's eyes never left hers and Hermione blushed at the fact. Harry, as if to reassure her kissed her once more.

Hermione felt weightless when he pushed her onto her back, his body positioned between her legs. His hands felt hot against her skin as they travelled down to her skirt and gently pushed them down her hips, removing them completely with a quick tug. He brought his lips down to her neck and she moaned at the sensations his lips were giving that were sending an electrical current straight to her centre.

His mouth trailed to her cleavage and he kissed the exposed flesh before unhooking her bra and removing the obstruction. He met her eyes for a moment before taking one breast into his mouth, his hand massaging its partner. She let out a whimper when he abandoned her breasts, the sudden loss almost causing her to cry out in need. But then he moved down her stomach, trailing hot kisses down to the elastic of her underwear, she thought she would explode just from his kiss.

He stopped suddenly and looked up, bringing his face back to meet hers. his eyes were questioning, the darkness of his emerald irises showing his passion as well as his insistent arousal she could feel through his shorts.

"Hermione… if you want to stop… you should tell me now." Harry whispered and Hermione smiled.

"If I wanted you to stop, I would have told you so." She murmured and brought her lips to his, her hands pulling at the elastic of his boxer shorts. When they fell to the ground with the rest of her clothes he placed his hands on her hips, his thumbs beneath the elastic of her underwear. He slowly, almost torturously revealed her to himself, as if she was the most anticipated present he had ever received. Hermione blushed at the sudden exposure as he surveyed her, a small smile on his face. He brought his gaze to her eyes and brought her lips to his again.

She moaned into his mouth as he entered her slowly.

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AN ok ….skip the next chapter if you dont like... anything more serious then that....

and harrys dream? what are your thoughts on what its about? symbolic for? hidden messages?

Thanks for the reviews on the previous chapter! Tell me if you like this one… it was the scariest thing ever to write! Reviews would be nice :D

Caddy xox