When Harry Met Hermione
Fourth Year:
I was in a house. It was dark. I could hear voices. I followed the voices. I saw the outline of a man. He looked lost. Scared. Lonely. I saw two red eyes. I saw a flash of green. I screamed.
"Harry!" My eyes shot open and they were met with the biggest brown eyes that were sparkling with worry. "Are you ok?" Hermione.
"Yeah, bad dream. When did you get here?" I asked sitting up. I was back in Ron's attic bedroom, Chudley Cannon orange surrounding me. I heard Ron's snores from the bed beside me.
"Just now, you?" Hermione replied.
"Last night," I said, searching for my glasses. When I put them on, Hermione had moved over to Ron's bed.
"Ronald! Ronald! Get up!" she said, shaking his shoulders.
"Blimey Hermione! What are you doing here?" Ron exclaimed, pulling his covers around him.
"Your Mum says breakfast is ready, and we have to leave for the portkey in half an hour!" The Quidditch World Cup was today. I had completely forgotten. Hermione started for the door and Ron ducked back under the covers. She turned back to look at me and she smiled. That smile. She left the room and I was left with Ron again.
"Women," I heard him grumble as he lazily started getting up. I laughed. Women.