Talking in Your Sleep by Starlight623

Rating: G
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 09/02/2005
Last Updated: 09/02/2005
Status: Completed

Songfic set to The Romantics "Talking in Your Sleep." Will Harry reveal his deepest
secret in front of Hermione while he's sleeping?




1. The Secrets That You Keep
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A/N: Ok, I know I’m due and overdue to have a chapter of “Wedding of the Century” out, but my
best friend’s baby shower took precedent this weekend. So, since I am alone at work right now, I
offer this short and sweet songfic to help tide you over. I promise to get chapter 5 of “Wedding”
out as soon as possible. It’s almost finished!

The song (in italics) is “Talking in Your Sleep” by the Romantics. I don’t own it or anything
Harry Potter related. Which sucks.

Please review!

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Hermione Granger sat in her big armchair by the fire, carefully reading over her Transfiguration
essay one last time. It had to be perfect and after six revisions, it was.

She snuck a glance over to her best friend and secret crush, Harry Potter, who was asleep on the
couch in the Common Room. He had fallen asleep there after Hermione gave him a potion to take care
of the stomachache he had gotten from too much dinner.

Hermione continued to read, trying desperately not to rustle the paper and wake Harry from the
sleep he greatly needed.

*When you close your eyes and go to sleep*

*And it's down to the sound of a heartbeat*

Just then, a mumble from Harry caught Hermione’s attention.

“Can’t … no … can’t do it,” he whispered in his sleep.

It didn’t seem like a night terror, so Hermione let Harry sleep.

“Want to, but can’t. Won’t tell her,” he said, this time a little louder.

Hermione was very intrigued as to just what he was dreaming about, but she still didn’t want to
disturb him. She decided to talk to him later about it.

“No, Sirius! It’s Hermione!” he muttered.

Her head snapped up at the sound of her name. Harry was dreaming of Sirius and they were
discussing her? What on earth could they be talking about?

“I know … but it’s her… how could I tell her?” Harry said.

“Tell me what?” Hermione whispered to herself.

“No, too dangerous … Voldemort …can’t risk her … safety. Love her too much,” he mumbled.

“Love!” Hermione hissed, trying not to scream. ‘Harry loves me?’ she thought.

*I can hear the things that you're dreaming about*

*When you open up your heart*

*And the truth comes out*

‘No, that can’t be it. That is not what he said,’ she decided. ‘I’ll ignore it.’

“She is the one that I want, Sirius! I need her badly! But I won’t risk her life!” he almost
shouted.

*You tell me that you want me*

*You tell me that you need me*

“How is he sleeping through this?” Hermione asked herself quietly.

She gathered up her belongings and began to tiptoe towards the stairs. But, as the fates love a
joke, she hit a squeaky floorboard and woke Harry.

“Hermione, is that you?” he called.

“Sure, that you wake up for,” she muttered to herself. “Yes, Harry, it’s me.”

“What are you doing down here?”

“Just finishing studying. I’m done now, so go back to sleep. I’m so sorry I woke you.”

“It’s ok. I was just having the strangest dream.

‘Tell me about it,’ she thought, sarcastically.

“No nightmares, I hope,” she said as conversationally as she could.

“No … Sirius was there. We were just talking.”

“Oh, I see. Well, I’ll see you in the morning, Harry,” Hermione said, hoping to get out of the
awkward situation,

“Yeah, um, ok. Good night, Hermione.”

“Good night, Harry.”

That night, Hermione barely slept. She kept hearing Harry’s words over and over again.

“No, too dangerous … Voldemort …can’t risk her … safety. Love her too much.”

Love. Did he mean it like he was in love with her? Or just loving her like a sister? It was too
much for her. She needed to think, but the sounds of Lavender’s snores kept her from concentrating.
So, after a few attempts to fall back to sleep, Hermione headed for the Common Room.

‘Surely Harry won’t still be there,’ she figured.

However, the fates were still laughing at her as she found Harry, once again asleep on the
couch.

‘Ok, well, I’ll just sit in my chair and think,’ she said to herself as she flopped into the
squishy chair.

“Mum … she’s beautiful … so smart … I love her,” Harry whispered, once again in dreamland,
though this time his mother seemed to have been there.

“Saved my life … time and again … what’s not to love?” There was a pause. “Yes, Dad … comes to
Quidditch games,” he said with a laugh.

‘He’s telling his parents about me?’ Suddenly Hermione was nervous. ‘He does love me!’

*You tell me that you love me*

*And I know that I'm right*

*Cause I hear it in the night*

But this wasn’t right. She was eavesdropping on a private conversation. But, Harry was speaking
out loud. But he didn’t know he was. But it didn’t matter because she had heard it. But … oh
bother! What was she going to do?!

*I hear the secrets that you keep*

*When you're talking in your sleep*

Just then, Harry sat up.

“Hermione! How long have you been there?” he asked.

“A few minutes, why?”

“Er, no reason. Just wondering. Um, was I asleep again?”

“Yes.”

“And was I saying anything?”

“Harry ….” she began nervously.

“Just tell me, Mione.”

“Yes.”

“Did I say anything to make you uncomfortable?”

“Not uncomfortable, per se.”

Hermione turned her head. She couldn’t look at him.

“I said that I love you, didn’t I?” Harry asked.

She merely nodded her head.

“Well, cats out of the bag, I suppose. Now that you know, how do you feel about all this?”

“I don’t know, Harry! Of course I’m happy! Don’t you know how much I love you too?”

She clapped a hand over her mouth. That wasn’t supposed to come out like that.

“You love me too?” he asked tentatively.

She sighed. Might as well press on. “Of course I do, you great prat.”

“But what about Voldemort? This will put you in even greater danger.”

“Harry, I’m a Muggle-born. And I was already your friend, so don’t you think that’s enough for
Riddle? I mean, one more step in our relationship isn’t going to matter to him either way. He knows
you have a good heart and would try to save anyone. Be it me, Ron, Seamus or Parvati!”

He slowly walked to her and took her hands. He motioned for her to stand up and she did. He held
her close and gently touched his lips to hers. It grew into the perfect first kiss.

“You’re right. I’m sorry you found out this way,” he said once the kiss ended.

“I’m not. I enjoyed the show.”

“I guess from now on, I should be careful what I dream about,” Harry kidded.

*When I hold you in my arms at night*

*Don't you know you're sleeping in the spotlight?*

“No, no! I think I like this part. Can’t keep your secrets when you’re asleep!”

*And all your dreams that you keep inside*

You're telling me the secrets That you just can't hide

Harry tried to look indignant at her, but he just couldn’t. He wrapped his arms around her and
picked up where their last kiss left off.

Neither knew what tomorrow would bring, but they knew it would be ok. They were stronger
together and now their bond was even more powerful. It was going to be rough, but with Ron at their
side, the fight ahead would be a piece of cake! Love was their weapon and love would save the
day.

*When you close your eyes and you fall asleep*

*Everything about you is a mystery*

*****

A/N: Ok, be gentle. I wrote this at work today while no one was watching. Shhhh, don’t
tell!!



