A/N: Well, thanks for (not) reviewing. Come on...30 seconds of your time, which you've already used reading this, and you could brightne my day up until it was full of rainbows, sunshine, and lollipops! Thank you SO much! PLEASE R+R!

Another thought for the day: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix comes out on July 13, 2007, and the guy who plays the youg James Potter, Robbie Jarvis, is unbelivably hot! Trust me!

Later that night, Hermione and Harry returned from their nice long walk. It had been a long time since they had been alone together and it sparked a new romance between them. Up until this point, they had been somewhat distant to each other because Harry didn't know what to do and Hermione wasn't sure how to react. However, this one walk changed all. They walked into the kitchen laughing and holding hands and Mrs. Weasley felt a drowsy peace drift over her. She knew that everything would be all right now. Even if they didn't end up married, she knew that Harry would play an important role in the life of his child. That was the most important thing. Now the only person she was worried about was Ron. How was he coping with this new development? It must be really awkward for him, his two best friends dating and with a baby on the way as well. If only he could find a girlfriend, then her life would be near perfect. Everyone would be happy. With Bill married and Charlie engaged, her two oldest sons were fine. Fred and George had girls fawning all over them. Ginny…Ginny would never need anyone. All that was left was Ron.

Hermione was lying on her bed on the sofa (no one was allowed in Ginny's room anymore) trying to fall asleep. Every time she drowsed off, she began to dream of Voldemort and his ashes, the ones that Harry had returned. These dreams involved her putting them in some potion, and then the potion exploded. She happened to wake up every time the potion exploded, so she had no clue what was really happening. She wasn't sure she wanted to either. Finally, after the seventh time this had happened, she tiptoed into Harry and Ron's room. "Harry," she whispered. "Harry!" This time, she was urgent. When he didn't wake, she walked over to his bed and shook him.

"Huh? Wuzzat." Harry began talking very loudly, and then he fell back asleep. Hermione dropped onto the floor, in case Ron woke up.

"Harry," Hermione whispered right into his ear. Harry slapped at her as if she were a fly buzzing in his ear. "Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry!" Hermione was getting desperate. With all the hormones raging in her circulatory system, she was very emotional. Eventually, she got so fed up that she shoved him off the bed with a loud thunk. Harry groaned and sat up on the floor.

"What happened?" he yawned dimly. Hermione crawled over to him and nestled into his lap.

"I was scared" she said quietly. Harry groaned again, but hugged Hermione.

"What were you scared about?" he asked gently, stroking her hair.

"I kept having this dream where Voldemort would come, and then he'd turn into those ashes you have. Then I'd walk in and stick them in a potion or something like that and then the potion thing would explode and I'd wake up." Hermione gulped. "I didn't like it," she finished lamely. Harry moaned, but he stayed on the floor comforting Hermione. By this time, Ron was waking up. I don't know very many people who can stay asleep while a conversation is taking place in their room after a very loud noise has been made. I myself probably could, but not Ron. He rubbed his eyes blearily and looked over to Harry's bed.

"Harry? Where did you go?" Ron sounded utterly confused, which is not surprising, considering the fact that it was about one in the morning.

"We're over here."

"I don't see anybody here."

"We're a little more to the right."

"Here?"

"That's right, almost!"

"Ah, there you are. What's Hermione doing up here. You two weren't, doing anything, were you?" Ron looked nervously at Harry.

"No," replied Hermione.

"She had a nightmare, so she came up here. Go back to sleep, Ron." Ron obliged and rolled over. "I hope he thinks it was just a dream. Are you feeling better now?" Hermione nodded. "Time for bed?" She nodded again, and got up. Harry kissed her, and she walked out of the room. She fell asleep almost immediately after she lay down again, and her dream didn't plague her again. Until the next night. Once again, she could not sleep for love or money, of which she did have. They didn't help much though. She went to visit Harry again, and her fears dissolved as soon as she got close to him again. After this went on for a few nights, she began dreaming of ingredients in the potion. As far as she could tell, there were lacewings, unicorn tail hair, Veritaserum, a giant's toenail, beetle juice, essence of murtlap tentacles, Luneworms, flobberworms, and giant squid eyes. She wasn't sure yet, but it seemed to be really complex, involving many days of stewing and stirring and precise measuring. As of right now, this was really freaking Hermione out, but in the days to come, it would intrigue her, engross her, capture he mind. Finally, after a month of dreaming this and writing down the new developments each morning as she awoke, Hermione felt it was time to do something.

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