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:
Another shout-out to my great reviewers: Mrs.Hermione J. Weasley- Thanks for the great review! It's gonna get more interesting. marie fay- It's tough for me to keep track of what's going on in a multiple POV story. But, maybe I'll have to write the next story from Ron's point of view. And I wrote this story before DH came out, so I wasn't anticipating that Harry would be sought after by the ministry. tanpopo no hana- I was taught to appreciate symbolism, I'm glad you were too! haha HPLives- your feeling is probably accurate. I posted this story a while back but I was taking forever to update because I didn't really have time. Now that I've finished it, I'm reposting it. I'm glad your enjoying it though. angelcala- Well I don't want to give anything away, but I think you'll be pleased with this next chapter. Slywithia- Thanks for the great review!
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Chapter 7
Kitchen Encounters
Hermione headed down to the kitchen. She needed a midnight snack, or perhaps, after a dream like that, a stiff drink. She descended the stairs, her eyes adjusting to the darkness, and headed toward the refrigerator. She had just reached for the handle when she heard a chair scrapping the floor and a loud thud behind her. She spun around.
"Bloody hell!" Ron shouted, getting up from the floor. "Hermione, is that you?" he asked starring at a pajama clad Hermione.
"Oh, Ron. I'm so sorry," she began, "I didn't know anyone else was down here." Ron stood up and picked up the chair he'd fallen out of.
"I was having trouble sleeping," Ron explained.
"Me too," Hermione agreed pulling out a snack and sitting at the table across from Ron. She looked at him and he looked away.
"Plus," Ron continued, "I was hungry, and I can't sleep on an empty stomach."
"Are you ever not hungry," she asked playfully.
"Yeah, when I'm eating," he responded with a smirk. Hermione chuckled. They ate their snacks in silence for a moment, enjoying each other's company.
"So, why were you having trouble sleeping?" Hermione finally asked.
"Harry. He keeps having nightmares about the night Dumbledore…" he couldn't finish. "Well, he talks a lot in his sleep. Yells, really." Hermione nodded, her heart breaking for her friend. Then, more silence. This time it was a little awkward. But, after a few moments, Ron broke the silence.
"Well, what's keeping you up then? Ginny having nightmares about Fleur?" Ron playfully prodded.
"No, me actually," Hermione confessed.
"You had a nightmare about Fleur?" Ron asked, confused.
"No, Ron, not about Fleur," She starred intently at the table. "It was about you actually." Ron nearly choked on the piece of food he had in his mouth.
"Me?" Ron stuttered. "You had a nightmare about me?" Hermione cringed. She mentally slapped herself for letting that slip.
"Oh, nevermind," Hermione said. "It's silly."
"No it's not. I want to hear about it," Ron encouraged, starring into her eyes through the darkness.
"Honestly, Ron, it's stupid. I'm sorry I even brought it up," she insisted, avoiding his gaze.
"Hermione," he reached across the table and put his hand on hers, "it's not stupid. What happened?" Hermione could feel her skin burning under his touch. She glanced down which brought his attention down as well. When he realized where his hand was, he removed it quickly, blushing furiously. The warmth on her hand from his touch faded, and she longed for it to return. She tried to hide her disappointment.
"You were trying to teach me how to fly," Hermione conceded. Ron had a puzzled expression on his face that Hermione couldn't figure out.
"I was teaching you how to fly?" Ron asked. Hermione nodded. "That was your nightmare?" Again, Hermione nodded, her expression more annoyed this time. "Well, that's a relief," Ron finally said.
"How is that a relief?" Hermione questioned. Her annoyance was apparent in her voice.
"I thought it would be something really horrible like Harry's. But flying," Ron chuckled faintly.
"You dropped me," Hermione said almost to quiet for Ron to hear. But he did hear it, and his expression abruptly fell.
"I'm sorry, Hermione," Ron started, "I didn't mean…"
"It's alright," Hermione interrupted. "It was just a dream."
"Hermione, I'd never drop you. I'd never let you go." Ron reassured
"That's what you said in my dream," Hermione said. "I believed you."
"Well, what happened?" Ron asked curiously.
"We were flying well for a while. You were correcting me, even caught me once or twice." Hermione smiled at the memory. But, her smile quickly fell.
"Then what?" Ron insisted.
"Someone else was there. He wanted to teach me how to fly too," she explained.
"Krum," he growled.
"You two began arguing and…" she paused and looked at him. He was looking back. "You dropped me."
"I'm sorry, Hermione," Ron apologized.
"It was just a silly dream, Ron. It was all in my head," Hermione insisted.
"Not for that. For all the Krum stuff," Ron said while studying the table. "I guess he's not so bad.
"You used to practically worship the man," Hermione reminded.
"Yeah, I guess I did," he mumbled. "I suppose maybe I was a bit…" he glanced up at her, "jealous." There was tension in the air.
"He is a great quidditch player," she said.
"Yeah, he is," Ron relaxed a bit. He finished his food and sat at the table silently as Hermione finished hers.
"Well, you'd better get to bed. Big apparition test tomorrow. You need your rest," Hermione instructed.
"Half a stupid eyebrow," Ron reminisced. "Who needs to apparate anyway?"
"You and Harry, that's who," Hermione chided. "Now, off to bed with you." They walked up the stairs together in silence. When they reached Ginny's room where Hermione was staying, she reached for the doorknob. As she was slipping inside the room, Ron turned to her.
"I am sorry I dropped you," he confessed, "even if it was only in a dream. It won't ever happen again, I promise."
"I know, Ron," she accepted.
"G'night, Hermione"
"G'night, Ron." Hermione slipped into the room unnoticed by the snoring redhead. She crawled back into bed and laid her head on the pillow. "I believe you," she whispered before she drifted back to sleep.
Ok, so it was kinda short. But tell me what you think anyway. It's almost over guys, just 2 chapters left.
