A Heart's Dream

When she returned to the compartment she decided it was a safer bet to take a sit next to Ron rather than Harry. Harry
noticed the look on her face and wondered what was wrong. "Has she been listening outside the compartment? No, that
wasn't like Hermione, it was something else."
“What took so long Hermione?” asked Harry.
Was she that obvious? No she couldn't be, she had washed her face with cold water and was no longer flustered.
Harry was just very perceptive.
“I ran into Malfoy,” replied Hermione calmly.
“Did he hurt you? What happened?” asked Harry, jumping to his feet.
“Hermione are you okay? I’ll kill him!” said Ron, clinching his fists.
“No it’s fine really, nothing happened. I can take care of myself,” replied Hermione, trying to calm the boys down.
“Are you sure?” asked Harry.
“Yes, Harry, I’m fine.”
“Okay,” the two boys said in unison.
Hermione was relieved as Harry sat down, and Ron’s fists loosened. They all sat in silence for a couple of minutes, Harry
staring out the window and Ron eating a chocolate frog. Hermione couldn’t help but sneak quick glances at Harry. He had
grown up greatly over the summer; he was much taller then her now and he bulked up a little bit. But he was still her Harry,
with the same untidy black hair and black glasses. She couldn’t help but once again think about her dream, and wondered what
his lips would taste like. “He’s your best friend, what are you thinking? Then again he didn’t know what she was
thinking, he didn’t know what the dream had been about…”
“Hermione… HERMIONE!” yelled Ron.
“What?” she said, rather irritated that he had interrupted her thoughts.
“We’re here,” said Ron.
And so they were, she Ron and Harry left the train together followed by Ginny Weasley and boarded a carriage that would
take them up to the castle. Though Hermione wanted to sit next to Harry and feel his body once again close to hers, it was
common knowledge that Ginny had feelings for him, and was no surprise when she sat next to him.

At the Feast, Hermione couldn’t help but look over to the Slytherin table, only to catch Malfoy staring at her. She didn’t know why but this caused her to blush. “What are you doing? This is DRACO MALFOY!” she thought, and turned her glance back to her fellow Gryffindors. Ginny had sat next to Harry, which left Hermione across from him next to Ron. This wasn’t really all that bad, but she desperately wanted to be near Harry, though she didn’t know why she was having these feelings…or why she suddenly had the urge to rip Ginny away from Harry and beat her to a bloody pulp.
“Do you think she’s finally got to him?” whispered Ron in her ear.
“What?” she replied.
“Ginny, do you think she’s finally gotten to Harry?”
“Oh, I don’t really know.”
“Hey, what are you two whispering about? It’s not very polite you know,” said Harry jokingly.
“I was just asking Hermione if she would join me in a butter beer tonight and shag me senseless,” replied Ron with a smile.
“Yes, and I politely denied the request, being the first night and all,” said Hermione, following Ron’s lead though she could
barely contain herself.
“Oh, alright then,” said Harry with a grin before returning to his conversation with Ginny.
“Maybe Ron was right. Maybe Harry had begun to return Ginny’s feelings. You should be happy for them.” But how
could she, when she desperately wanted nothing else but to feel Harry’s sweet lips on her own and feel his hands traveling all
over her body.
As the feast ended and everyone was heading through the giant doors to exit the great hall, she felt a hand grab her own for a
split second and turned to see none other then Malfoy.
“Hermione, hurry up!” called Harry.
“I’m coming!” she replied, with a questioning look on her face as she watched Malfoy walk away.
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Harry couldn't have been happier. He had finally had a wonderful summer, spending nearly all of it at the Weasly's. He had
wished to see Hermione desperately over the summer, but she had decided to spend her last summer with her parents. It didn't
matter, he had the entire year to spend with her, and she was currently snuggled up close to him.
"She looks like an angel, and she smells sooo good," he thought. This had actually begun to turn him on, and then she began
to make noises.
"Oh no, please don't!" he thought. Then she let out a slight moan, and he nearly lost control of himself.
"Hermione are you okay?" he asked.
"Hmmm?" she questioned and then she sat bolt upright.
"Did he disgust her that much?" he thought to himself.
"You fell asleep and were making funny noises."
"Oh, sorry I’m fine. It was just a strange dream," she replied.
Harry couldn't help but become rather curious, especially since he had heard the noises she has been making.
"What was it about?"
"Just about us, so where's Ron?" she asked.
"Always about Ron..." he thought to himself.
"Neville needed some help finding Trevor, and since you looked so comfortable Ron went to help him alone."
Just then the compartment door opened.
"Awake at last Hermione?" asked Ron.
"Yeh-eh-eh-es," she said through a yawn.
"What did she have to look so cute?" he thought to himself. Then he somewhat got lost in the conversation, until...
"I see, I didn’t think Harry would make that comfortable of a pillow, but I guess I was wrong,” said Ron jokingly.
"Why'd you have to go and say something like that?" thought Harry. He couldn't help but blush, and he noticed Hermione
did too. "Maybe he didn't disgust her."
"Hermione, you may want to change into your robes," said Harry. He really wanted to talk to Ron.
"You’re probably right, be back in a minute."
He waited until he was sure she was out of earshot.
"Ron, I've been meaning to ask you something?" said Harry shyly.
"What is it?" said Ron, a bit surprised.
"Well, it's about Hermione."
"Oh..."
"Well I just was wondering...you don't still… I mean..."
"No, we're just...friends. That's how it's always going to be. Best friends."
"Okay..."
"Harry you don't..." said Ron finally realizing why Harry had asked.
"Well, umm..." said Harry as he suddenly became interested in his feet.
"You do!" exclaimed Ron.
"Shhh!" replied Harry as the compartment door opened, and Hermione came in.