What Dreams are Made of

Gwendalynn Shaw

Rating: PG
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 29/12/2003
Last Updated: 29/12/2003
Status: completed

Harry is alone, depressed and wondering why he is alone and has to watch the woman of his dreams with another man. But there's something that he doesn't know as he sits and watches the stars.

Chapters

1. What Dreams are Made of

1. What Dreams are Made of

Disclaimer: All Harry Potter and related indicia are property of J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros.

(A/N: Hey all! I'm back with a new fic. I plan on posting another tomorrow as well. I hope you all enjoy it. I got the sudden inspiration to write this story after watching the Lizzie McGuire Movie. ENJOY! H/Hr fluffiness!!!:) that's for you Bojo!;))

I slowly made my way out to the grounds. I just needed to be alone for a while. My entire life seems to be in a maelstrom. I didn't know whether to laugh, cry, be angry, or be supportive. I was so confused. Why did I have to have such a crazy life? Sometimes it's too much. Sometimes I just don't know what to do. As I walked around the grounds I didn't watch where I was going and soon I found myself at my favourite place, the rock on the hill, over looking the lake. I could see the giant squid taking leisurely strokes in the water below.

I looked up at the sky. So many stars… What mystery they held… They're beautiful. No, stunning, like someone special I know. When I look in to her eyes I see stars much like the ones all around me now. And her smile, well…it lights a room like nothing else.

Have you ever seen such a beautiful night?

I could almost kiss the stars for shining so bright

When I see you smiling I go, `Oh, Oh, Oh'

I would never want to miss this

Cuz in my heart I know what this is

Hey now, Hey now, this is what dreams are made of

Hey now, Hey now, this is what dreams are made of

I must have dosed off whilst lying back in the soft grass, for the next thing I knew, she was there beside me. If I didn't know better, I'd say she was crying. Wait, she was crying. O God, what do I do? What if I ruin everything? What should I say? ARGH!

“Harry?” she spoke softly, no more than a whisper, but I heard her none the less.

“'Mione,” it wasn't a question, but more of a statement, telling her I was listening.

Avoid eye contact at all times, Avoid eye contact… that was the chant running through my head.

“Harry, look at me.” Damn it. She's made a demand, I can't resist…

“Why?” What the hell?! My brain has a mind of its own…wait that doesn't sound right… Oh well…

“Please Harry…” she was pleading… `Keep your resolve'… shit…

My eyes slowly lifted `til the met hers. I was afraid of what I'd see. When our eyes met I saw…what was this? Could it be…love? Naw, couldn't be, after all who could love me?

I've somewhere I belong

I've got somebody to love

This is what dreams are made of

I searched her eyes hoping against hope to find something there to explain her to me. Why is she so hard to read? Uh-oh, she's talking again…

“Harry, we need to talk. About what happened tonight…it's…I…” Since when does she stutter?

“It's alright `Mione. You deserve to be happy. I'm happy for you.” I'm the worst liar and she knows it…

“No, Harry, it's not alright. I didn't ask for that. I don't want him. And you should know better than to lie to me.” She smiled. O God, why did she have to smile? I feel the corners of my mouth twitch.

Have you ever wondered what life is about?

You could search the world and never figure it out

You don't have to sail across the oceans, No, no, no

Happiness is no mystery

It's here and now, it's you and me, yeah

Hey now, hey now, this is what dreams are made of

Hey now, hey now, this is what dreams are made of

“What?” I ask her. I'm confused. God, I hate when that happens. Grrr… she's laughing at me. I cocked my eyebrow up. That just seemed to send her into a deeper fit of giggles.

“No, seriously, what…?” I ask her again. She stops laughing immediately.

“You mean you hadn't heard me?”

“Heard you say what?” I don't like being left in the dark about things. Might have something to do with how Dumbledore would speak, or rather not speak to me all through 5th year.

“Oh, Harry…” She was starting to cry again. Damn it, what'd I do this time?!

I've got somewhere I belong

I've got somebody to love

This is what dreams are made of

Hey now, Hey now, this is what dreams are made of

Hey now, Hey now, this is what dreams are made of

“'Mione, are you okay? I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you cry.”

“No Harry it's not that…It's just that…I thought you had heard me and that was why you stormed out.”

“I didn't hear what you said. All I saw and heard was him kissing you…” I can't handle much more of this. I made to turn away from her.

Next thing I knew her lips were on mine. I couldn't move, I couldn't think, I couldn't believe that this was happening. What should I do?!

Then some little voice in my head gave me some very good advice…'Kiss her back you dolt!'

And that's exactly what I did.

Open your eyes; this is what dreams are made of

Shout to the sky, this is what dreams are made of

Then I see you smilin' and I go `Oh, Oh, Oh'

Yesterday my life was duller, now everything's Technicolor

Hey now, Hey now, this is what dreams are made of

Hey now, Hey now, this is what dreams are made of

I've got somewhere I belong

I've got somebody to love

This is what dreams

Dreams

This is what dreams are made of

“I love you `Mione.”

“And I love you Harry, more than anything.”

Hey now, Hey now

Hey now, Hey now

Hey now, Hey now

(A/N: I hope you all enjoyed it. I'll be posting another new ff tomorrow too! Thanx for readin'!)

~Gwen