AN: I'm sorry for the delay! Life has tossed me a crazy week (the earliest I got home from schol was 5:30pm). I auditioned for the school play on one day's notice, so that was fun. Cast list goes up tomorrow! Well, here's the sequel to Affinity, so go read that first. This was really had to write, so reviews would be appreciated.
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I wouldn't be worrying about cheerleading and school plays.
I wake up with a dry mouth, a killer headache, and a fantastic dream—the aftermath of a night of drinking. Groaning, I shuffle to the bathroom to brush my teeth and shower. The cool water forces the fatigue out of my body, and I feel like a brand new man. I put on some sweats and make myself a pot of coffee in preparation of my day: my room looks a right mess, and I refuse to live in a pigsty.
I decide to clean the rest of my flat first, saving the worst for last, and reflect on my dream. Hermione came over, and she was crying, but the reason escapes me. We talked, and I poured us some firewhiskey, and we talked some more, and we had made love, and it was wonderful. And a bit strange—I don't normally have sex dreams. I do sometimes, because I'm a guy, but Hermione is more than that.
I cross into my bedroom and can almost smell Hermione in the air. I strip the bed and put fresh sheets on, putting the old bedding and other laundry in a pile to be washed. I vacuum the carpets and polish the dressers, doing anything I can to extend the amount of time I can spend in my room.
After an hour, I can find nothing else to clean and bring the launder to the washers in the basement. I carelessly toss some jeans into the machine as I dwell on my dream. It was so vivid, so real that I wanted to forever remember it.
The soft clang of something on the concrete draws me from my reverie, and I bend down to pick up what I expect to be change that fell out of a pocket. What I didn't expect was to see a necklace laying on the cold floor. Picking it up, I examine it, immediately recognizing it. I had given the necklace to Hermione on her 21st birthday, and it was the same she wore in my dream. As all the fuzzy parts fill in, I fall against the wall, breathing heavily. This necklace was proof that everything that I dreamed was real; that Hermione was truly mine, even if for a night. And I cry, because that one night is all I will ever have.
I run upstairs and sit on the sofa and rest my head in my hands. I'm still reeling from how my realistic dream was reality, and my thoughts are scattered. I need to take action, but that will have to wait until I deal with whoever is at my door. Secretly, I'm hoping that Hermione has returned, but I'm dealt another surprise—Ron.
"Have you seen Hermione?"