It had been three days since Harry's 'blackout', and he had everyone in the Burrow worried

It had been three days since Harry's 'blackout', and he had everyone in the Burrow worried. Especially as certain brown-haired witch.

"Come on Harry...please wake up" Hermione had barely eaten since the day Harry became unconscious. Sure everyone tried to get her to eat something, but she usually refused...unless it was a simple apple, or something. She also hadn't slept sine Harry became unconscious, so her eyes had began to show dark lines.

What is wrong with him? Hermione silently asked herself.

Hermione then absent-mindedly began fiddling with 'her' list. After a few seconds, she suddenly had a deep urge to once again read over her list, so she started to unfold the parchment and re-read it. But she realized something...

THIS ISN'T MY LIST!

"So, do we know what Harry's dream was about?" Remus Lupin asked the room.

As soon as Harry had passed out, Mrs. Weasley contacted the order straight away. The only people who came to the urgent meeting were: Remus Lupin, Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Kingsley Shacklebot, and Headmistress McGonagall.

"Ron said that Harry mentioned a name before passing out" Mrs. Weasley informed the group.

"And…who was it?" Lupin inquired.

"Ron also said that he wouldn't give us any information unless he was involved in this meeting" Mrs. Weasley said, looking rather annoyed at her son's ultimatum.

"We need that information, so I say that we let the boy in" Kingsley said.

"It's too risky, I will not have my youngest son in trouble of any kind" Mrs. Weasley firmly stated.

"I think Kingsley has a point, Molly" Mr. Weasley retorted.

"Arthur...I-"

"No Molly, Ron is of legal wizarding age and deserves to know the well-being of his best friend." Mr. Weasley started to raise his voice.

"But..."

"Molly, we are going to let our son in on this conversation, and that is final."

Mrs. Weasley and the rest of the room were surprised by Mr. Weasley's sudden outburst. Especially so, because Mrs. Weasley was usually the one doing the yelling.

"I also think it is a good idea" Lupin added his opinion into the mix.

"Fine...but if he gets one scratch..." Mrs. Weasley started,

"We know Molly...we know" Kingsley said with a grin on his face.

"Well...lets get young Mr. Weasley hall we?" Mcgonagle said suggested.

"Yes, lets" Lupin said.

Then, as if on cue, Ron appeared right behind them, pulling some sort of cloak off of him and quickly discarding it on the floor, so no one would notice.

"No need" Ron said, startling them all.

No one, except Ron, saw the smirk that Lupin had on his face at the use of James's invisibility cloak...oh how it reminded him of the old times.

"How did you get here son?" Mr. Weasley said, recovering from the near heart attack Ron had nearly caused.

"I don't think it matters how he got here, just that he is here now" Lupin said, giving Ron a wink.

Ron smiled in return and took a seat by his worried mother.

"Well..." Kingsley interrogated.

"'Well' what?" Ron stupidly countered.

"Don't play dumb Ronald Bilius Weasley, since it appears as you overheard our conversation, you should know what Mr. Shacklebot is inquiring" Mrs. Weasley said.

Ron then looked around the room to find that everyone was nodding in agreement to Mrs. Weasley's logical words. So, he stood up and walked to the middle of the room.

"First off...how was Mr. Potter acting before you woke him up?" Mcgonagle asked.

"He was shaking and all sweaty...obviously having one of his nightmares" Ron answered.

"Uh-huh...was he mumbling at all?" Lupin asked.

"Yeah...he was saying Hermione's name for a minute, then started clutching to his scar and screaming"

"Well, now we know who this dream was about." Mr. Weasley said, a smile playing at his lips.

"What are you smiling at?" Ron was looking confused and angry...he didn't know why he was feeling angry, he just was.

"Nothing, Ron, nothing" Mr. Weasley answered, slightly shaking his head.

Ron didn't believe his father, but didn't push it, he wanted to find out what happened to Harry.

"I have an idea about what happened...but I still need more information from yourself and Harry." Lupin answered, changing the subject back to the reason they were all having this meeting.

"You still have yet to tell us who's name Harry said before he passed out" Kingsley reminded Ron.

"He said...Snape" Ron said.

"Snape...are you sure?" Mcgonagle asked.

"Positive"

"Well then, this is going to be a bit more complicated then I'd thought" Lupin said.

"Complicated...how?" Ron quizzed.

"Snape double-crossed Dumbledore by working as a spy for Voldermort. You know, not just anyone can do something like that right under a wizard like Dumbledore's nose" Lupin explained, he had a pained expression on his face from talking about the former Headmaster of Hogwarts...they all did.

"Right..." Kingsley said, bringing everyone back from wandering thoughts. " It could just be a dream, or Snape could've somehow gotten into Harry's dream"

"How would he be able to do that?" Mr. Weasley asked.

Kingsley glanced around the room, as if looking for an answer. He then stayed silent for a few minutes, contemplating his thoughts.

"There is only one way he could have done it..." Kingsley started, "it takes a lot of powerful magic, though..."

"Well...what is it then?" Mr. Weasley said, now getting impatient.

"He must have used a very high level of Leniency, probably with help from Voldermort, and a rare charm to make Harry actually feel the pain." Kingsley continued, as if Mr. Weasley hadn't said anything at all.

"Do you know the name of the charm?" Lupin asked.

"No, but I can do research on it straight away" Kingsley said, getting up out of his chair and apparating out of the Burrow.

Mrs. Weasley, who had been fairly quiet the whole conversation, decided to change the subject.

"I don't know about you all, but I'm worried about poor Hermione" She then left the room without another word and started to prepare dinner.

"She hasn't eaten much since Harry fell unconscious, only an apple or two" Lupin added.

"She's just worried about Harry, that's all" Ron said, he didn't notice the knowing glances Mr. Weasley and Lupin gave each other.

When Hermione read the rest of the list, she realized that the list was about her. The only question was...who wrote it?

It could be Ron... she thought, but this doesn't look anything like Ron's handwriting.
That was very true, the handwriting on the piece of parchment wasn't Ron's chicken-scratch letters, it was more regal and neat. It reminded her of how Professor Dumbledore used to right before...

It could be Harry's... she thought hopefully, in your dreams girl...literally.
Then Hermione thought of all the letters Harry had written to her, or had written in response to her own.

Then again...

Hermione then thought of the way Harry had been looking at her. Of course, she wasn't an expert on guys...her first 'boyfriend' was a much older Victor Krum, whom she really didn't like all that much.

But she wasn't and idiot, Harry had been acting different lately. He wasn't flirtatious or anything, just shy and quiet. Harry had always been quiet, but not towards her or the Weasley's. They were his real family.

He's probably just depressed over the events a few months ago...we all are
Her eyes then wandered to the list again, where she looked at one of the things listed on it:

The way she sticks by me (very annoying yet cute)

That did sound like the way she protected Harry... Oh Merlin! She thought, it could be Harry...whom else do I stick by like that?

A few more days had gone by and Hermione looked a fright. Her hair was knotted and tangled, her eyes bloodshot with dark circles from lack of sleep, and she was wearing the same clothes from a few days before.

Ginny had had enough, she went into Harry and Ron's bedroom after lunch and, surprise, she found Hermione by Harry's side.

She made her way over to her and realized that she'd been crying.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" Ginny whispered, as she knelt beside the chair Hermione was slouching in.

"I...I...think I love him" Hermione whimpered.

"Love who?"

Hermione looked over to Ginny, and then to Harry. She then let out more silent tears.

Ginny was beginning to realize that is was Harry, but she didn't feel jealous or mad...just understanding and concerned.

"It's Harry, isn't it?" Ginny finally asked, after a few awkward minutes of listening to Hermione's silent sobs.

Hermione just nodded.

"It's okay Hermione...I don't like him anymore" Ginny truthfully admitted.

"Y-you don't...what about w-when you blushed when h-he hugged you in th-thanks for y-your present?" Hermione asked, the tears slowly starting to stop flowing.

"N-no, I don't. I only just realized that it was never meant to be. That night when he went unconscious..." Hermione shivered slightly, " I wasn't worried about him as a boyfriend or a lover...but as a best friend, or sibling."

Hermione was confused and relieved at Ginny's confession.

"You have permission to smile and hug me now" Ginny said, holding her arms out and enveloping Hermione in a warm embrace. Hermione smiled.

"I think he might feel the same way" Hermione said, pulling out of Ginny's hug.

"How?" Ginny asked.

In response, Hermione pulled the list out of her dark-wash jeans and handed it to Ginny.

When Ginny read, and re-read the list several times, she came to a conclusion.

"I think you're right" Ginny smiled.

Hermione glanced at the floor, then back at Ginny, "You think so?"

"Yes I do"

Hermione then gazed at Harry, admiring him from a whole new perspective.

"If you want to impress him, I suggest you wash and get changed" Ginny said, through a cheeky grin.

With a slight nod, Hermione got up from her seat on the chair. She then started to lose her balance, only to be caught by Ginny.

"Sitting in a chair without getting up for a few days can do that to you" Ginny then led Hermione to the bathroom door, which was connected to Ron and Harry's room.

When Hermione was safely inside, Ginny started to heat for the door. She could've sworn that she heard footsteps outside, but she shrugged it off, thinking it was Crookshanks.

Little did she know that her assumption was right, that a certain ginger-haired boy was listening in on their conversation and ran off to the back yard and kicked a Quaffle thirty feet away.

Hermione felt a warm sensation throughout her as the hot water poured from the shower head. She found a washcloth neatly folded on a shelf built inside the shower and lathered it with the vanilla-scented soap that she'd brought from home. As she rinsed the suds off, she started to sing a beautiful song that she'd just heard from an American girl band called: Barlow Girl.

"I waited for you...today
But you didn't show
No...no...no
I needed you...today
So where did you go?
You told me to call,
Said you'd be there
And though I haven't seen you,
Are you still there?"

Hermione began to pour the shampoo onto her hair, that had been lying at the base of the shower, and lathered it on her hair while still singing.

"I cried out with no reply
And...
I can't feel you
By my side
So I'll hold tight to
What I know,
You're here,
And I'm never alone..."

Hermione rinsed off the shampoo from her brown locks and applied a clensing conditioner, still deep in song.

"And though I can...
Not see you,
And I can't explain
Why...
Such a deep, deep
Reassurance
You've placed in my life
Oooh...
We can not separate
'Cause you're part of me
And though you're invisible
I'll trust the unseen"

When Hermione rid her hair of the conditioner, she turned off the shower for a moment to apply muggle shaving gel to bother her legs, and gently scraping it off with a razor.

"I cried out with no reply
And...
I can't feel you
By my side
So I'll hold tight to
What I know,
You're here,
And I'm never alone..."

She then turned the shower back on to rinse off the left over gel, and just relaxed a bit.

"We can not separate,
You're part of me,
And though you're invisible
I'll trust the unseen
I cried out with no reply
And...
I can't feel you
By my side so...

I'll hold tight to
What I know
You're here,
And I'm never alone..."

Hermione finished the song as soon as she pulled a towel over herself. She then brushed her teeth and apparated out of the bathroom, and into her and Ginny's room.

Ginny had been reading Witch Weekly on her be, and looked up to find Hermione in a towel. I bet Harry would kill to be in my position right now, she thought to herself.

She then turned her attention back to her magazine to allow Hermione to get dressed semi-privately. After all, they were both girls.

Hermione decided on a pair of light-wash jeans with a lavender sequined belt from Ginny's closet (she and Ginny often shared clothes, since they were both the same size), and a white tank top with a cropped hooded jacket. If you looked at Hermione, she would look completely normal, but to her...this was dressy. She quickly took off the jacket and pulled on Harry's Quidditch sweater, which she'd borrowed a few days before. It was red, with the Gryffindor Lyon embedded on the front with two broomsticks in the form of an 'X' atop it, it also had POTTER on the back with his number, seven, and SEEKER below the seven.

Ginny smiled when Hermione put on Harry's sweater, it was like they were already dating.

Hermione pulled her now dry hair (she'd cast a drying charm on it) into a messy ponytail, and looked at herself in the mirror.

"You aren't going to wear any make-up?" Ginny questioned.

"No...should I?"

"I don't know...but I think Harry would like to wake up to a Hermione without bags under her eyes" Ginny retorted.

Hermione glanced into the mirror again, and noticed that Ginny was right. She quickly put some cover-up cream underneath her eyes and turned to Ginny.

"Now can I go?" She asked.

"Yes"

Ron had been sitting on a rock in his backyard, thinking of what he just overheard.

How can she love him? he thought, Why does he always have to get what he wants?
Little did Ron know that a hooded figure was looking at him from behind a nearby tree, and using Legimency to read his thoughts.

The figure smirked and turned back to report to his master that the plan was working.

Hermione had been talking to a still unconscious Harry for sometime now. She had seen it so many times on muggle medicine shows; she didn't know why she didn't know why she didn't think of it before. She was now on the subject of Quidditch.

"...I just don't like flying, heights, or the thought of being that high. How can you do it?"

She squeezed his hand and then felt pressure on her own hand. When she looked down, she saw that Harry as squeezing back.

"It's in my blood" He murmured.

Hermione smiled and hugged him close. He hugged her back, relieved that she was alive...it was just a dream.

"'Mione, you're acting like you haven't seen me in months" Harry said into her hair, that his face was currently buried in.

"More like a week...Harry, you've been out for a week" Hermione said, letting go pf Harry and gazing into his emerald eyes.

When Harry looked her way, he was looking right into her chocolate orbs, and saw that they were full of tears.

"Have I really been out that long?" He asked.

Hermione nodded.

"Then I must've been in some type of coma"

Hermione, again, nodded, her eyes were blinking back tears, The last thing he needs to see is my crying she thought.

"How long have you been here...with me, I mean" Harry asked.

"Everyday since the day you passed out, didn't sleep that much...or eat for that matter...oh Harry I was so worried!" She couldn't hold it in anymore, she started to sob.

"Shh...'Mione, it's okay...I'm fine" He re-assured her, while taking her hands in his, and intertwining their fingers.

They both felt tingles being sent up their arms, but didn't let go. Instead, Harry leaned foreword, moving his face closer to hers.

Hermione, in turn, began to move her tear-stained face towards his. They had inches, no, centimeters between them now. They both tilted their heads and started to close the space left between them and felt...