Special Thanks: to Ruffin (blankpage on for being my beta on the first four installments. You're my hero, yet… not. Lol.

Disclaimer: Characters and original scenes belong to JK Rowling, but that doesn't mean I can't play in my free time for free.

A/N: Takes place while the Trio is on the hunt for the Horcruxes, post-Grimmauld Place. This is a ten one-shot series for LJ's 10themes community.

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"I want you to take a few of these."

"What? No! There's no way I could possible even have time to enjoy these!"

"It'll only last for 15 minutes. George helped me modify the original recipe to half the time of the normal one. We've been testing them out ourselves. These were made only for you."

She looked down at the sweets in her hands that were cupped by his. 'It's really happening, isn't it?' She tried to hold back hot tears as she placed the Patented Daydream sweets into her small purse.

"It won't be the same. After its over it'll only hurt knowing that you weren't really there."

"At least it's something, yeah? I'll be taking them, too."

She tried desperately to pretend she didn't hear the soft sniffle from him. Her hands back in his, he lead her to the bed and knelt before her. She could see his clouded eyes through his fringe.

"I know I can't talk you out of going, so I won't even bother trying. Please, PLEASE love, be careful out there. Think of me always and never stop loving me. That's all I ask."

She released his hands to cup his face and kiss him tenderly. The pads of her thumbs brushed away a few tears on his face before she pressed her forehead against his.

"I'm scared," he whispered. "I'm scared and I'm frustrated and I'm angry. Promise me it'll be us in the end."

"I promise. That promise is what's going to get me through this, you know. The millions of promises we've all made to ourselves and those we love. I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Hermione? Hermione."

"Hermione!"

She nearly fell out of her chair from the startle Ron gave her. His hands reached out and grabbed her right as her chair toppled over.

"Yes, Ronald?"

"You had a Daydream, didn't you?" She heard him chuckle.

"Shut up."

"What was it about?"

She could have told him the truth. That what had filled three Daydreams thus far had been the night she told his brother she loved him. That she often saw the one time he ever let all his walls down in front of her. That promises made between them replayed themselves over in her head, as if her heart was attempting to constantly remind her of what she, they, were fighting for. But did she really want to?

"Well, you see," she started, "there's this move your brother can do. See, he lifts his leg and grabs my—"

"OK! I'm sorry I asked! " Ron yelled over her.

His reaction had been exactly what she need to bring her back into a jovial mood that was hard to come by these days. Her laughter roared even louder as she heard Ron mutter about 'woman' and 'too much information' as Harry came into the tent.

"Are you guys ready to go?" Harry paused and cocked a brow at the sight of her doubled over in laughter. "I'm not even going to ask."