Title: In Your Dreams
Author: Distracted mind
Rating: T
Time frame: Post-HBP
Summary: Hermione has trouble staying in reality after she has some of the greatest dreams. She seems to notice one trend though; they are haunted by one elusive person and one even more elusive gesture. Post HBP
A/N: I wrote this pre-DH, so it contains no spoilers. Any similarities between this story and DH are purely coincidental.
Disclaimer: It's not mine
Quick A/N:
Shout-out to my reviewers: tanpopo no hana- Ya know, I was wondering the same thing! I'm glad you like my story. sweetiepie1019- Honestly, my dreams are the same way, most of them make no sense at all. But I'm glad you like it anyway. Lost House Elf- I'm glad you like my style of writing. I hope you enjoy the rest of the story! marie fay- It doesn't bother me one bit if you yell and demand for more chapters. As a matter of fact, I insist! I'll keep 'em comin', if you keep readin'!!
Now, back to the story
Chapter 5
Flying Is For The Birds
The girls quickly dressed and descended the stairs toward the breakfast table. Ginny relentlessly questioned Hermione for details about the mystery man and the kiss. Hermione finally agreed to recount the dream after breakfast when Mrs. Weasley almost overheard Ginny's persistent interrogation.
Ginny ate quickly and hurried Hermione out of the room. Hermione began to tell Ginny a doctored version of the dream, conveniently withholding the names of Viktor, Lavender, and, of course, her dear brother.
"Oh, get on with it, Hermione. What about the kiss?" Ginny demanded impatiently.
"What kiss?" Hermione and Ginny quickly turned to find Ron and Harry walking toward them, curiosity adorning Harry's features and a look of worry adorning Ron's. Hermione turned crimson and closed her eyes.
"The kiss with this mystery man Hermione keeps dreaming about," Ginny confessed. Hermione was speechless. She opened her eyes and glared at Ginny who shrugged and mouthed "What?" Hermione just shook her head and started to walk away.
"Man? What man?" asked Ron staring helplessly at Hermione's retreating figure.
Hermione fled to Ginny's room, closed the door, and collapsed on the bed.
"Is was just a stupid dream," Hermione insisted. She sat up when she heard a knock at the door.
"Hermione?" It was Ginny.
"Come in," Hermione answered. Ginny peeked her head inside then, slowly, opened the door.
"Hermione, are you alright?" Ginny asked closing the door behind her. "Look, I sorry about them," she paused, "and me." Hermione gave her a small smile. "We didn't mean to upset you. It's just that, well, we were all curious. They didn't think that you thought about those sort of things. And I just wanted to know who the mystery bloke was." Ginny confessed. Hermione just rolled her eyes and sighed. Hermione fell back on the bed and Ginny fell with her.
"It was just a ruddy dream," Hermione said, turning her head to face Ginny, "why is everyone making such a fuss over it?"
"Do you want to know what I think?" Ginny asked with a smirk. Hermione's cheeks turned a light shade of pink.
"Not really," Hermione replied turning away from Ginny and standing up. She walked over to her books and started shuffling through them.
"Well, Hermione," Ginny started, getting up from the bed, "Harry, Ron, and I were going to toss the quaffle around, if you'd like to join."
"Ginny, you know I don't like flying," Hermione said, turning to face Ginny.
"I know," Ginny conceded, "but I thought I'd offer. You could come out and watch, read a book or something." She pleaded, making her way to the door.
"Alright, see you out there," Hermione relented.
"See you," Ginny smiled and closed the door behind her.
Hermione grabbed a book and started for the door. She heard laughter coming from outside. She went to the window and saw Ron narrowly miss a tree while chasing Harry around the yard. She smiled then headed out the door.
When she arrived outside, Ron and Harry were animatedly throwing the quaffle to each other while Ginny tried unsuccessfully to take it from them. Hermione laughed, shook her head, and found a nice tree to sit under. Hermione opened her book and rested it on her knees. She began to read and the rest of the world vanished.. Hermione was brought out of her reverie by the silence that had taken over the Burrow. She looked up to find the three of them on their brooms whispering, and, every so often, they would look over at her. Hermione was suspicious, but decided that she didn't want to know. So she turned her attention back to her book. A minute later, a shadow cast over her small form, and she looked up to find Ron standing over her.
"Are you sure you don't want to play?" Ron asked timidly.
"Sorry, Ron, but I don't fly," Hermione replied, closing her book.
"Oh, come on Hermione, it's not that hard. Just give it a go," Ron insisted.
"It's not that I can't do it. I just don't like..."
"We're going to fly around a bit," Harry interrupted.
"We'll be back," Ginny finished. Hermione and Ron watched as Harry and Ginny rode off. Hermione turned back to Ron.
"What's going on with them now?" Hermione asked a mesmerized Ron who was still staring toward Harry and Ginny riding next to each other. "Ron?" Hermione asked worriedly. Without a word, Ron scooped Hermione off the ground. "Ron, what are you doing?" Hermione pleaded. He set her on the back of his broom and lifted off the ground. Hermione placed her hands securely around his waist. "Ronald, let me down right now!" Hermione demanded. But her plea was futile. They rose high over the trees and Hermione's hold on Ron grew tighter. With each protest, Ron only seemed to go higher or faster, both shutting Hermione up and tightening her grip around his waist. Finally, Ron landed firmly back on the ground and Hermione jumped off.
"Why did you do that?" Hermione demanded furiously. She was breathing heavily and looked terrified. "Were you trying to kill me?"
"Relax, Hermione. I thought it'd be fun. Don't be so dramatic," Ron said, "You're alive aren't you?"
"I don't know how you find that fun," Hermione started. "That wasn't fun at all. Why do you like flying so much anyway?"
"I don't know," Ron began nervously, rubbing the back of his neck and looking at the ground. "When I'm up there everything's different. You can see everything for miles. Everything seems so much more peaceful up there," he paused, "which you would've noticed if you'd stopped yelling at me for five seconds and looked around you."
"Well, I'm sorry Ron. I was a little preoccupied with trying to stay on the broom. Whenever I started to get comfortable on the thing you'd speed up or do some ridiculous trick or something and I'd have to hold on tighter." Hermione reasoned.
"Yeah, I noticed that," Ron mumbled inaudibly rubbing the back of his neck.
"What was that?" Hermione asked.
"Nothing," Ron said hurriedly. "Besides, girls like a man who can fly." Ron finished.
"Oh, did Lav-Lav like your flying?" Hermione asked with a disgusted scowl. Ron defenses sprang up.
"I don't know. Did you like Vicky's flying? He is your dream guy, after all. I bet you let him fly you around loads of times," Ron responded sharply.
"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked
"Oh, please Hermione, don't act dumb. You're rubbish at it," Ron retorted.
"Are you referring to the dream I was telling Ginny about?" Hermione asked, finally realizing what he was talking about.
"So, it is Krum?" Ron demanded.
"No it's not Viktor." Hermione began, fire blazing in her eyes. "If you must know it's..."
"We leave you alone for five minutes and you two are at each other's throats. Again," Ginny interrupted. Both of them turned to look at Harry and Ginny, who looked a bit disheveled.
"It's time for lunch. I'd better go wash up," Hermione said quickly. She picked up her book and walked off toward the house. The rest followed, brooms in hand.
So there it is, chapter 5. Only 4 more to go. Please R & R if you like what you read.
