Disclaimer:
This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Note:
As the summary says, this is Hermione's point of view in Dreamscape by DigitalFeonix. I asked right away if I would be able to do Hermione's POV, and thankfully he said yes. He has a lot of patience, with all the stuff he's put up with coming from me, so a big round of applause for him! Any review is much appreciated!
This is my first story posted on Portkey, so please bear with me.
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Chapter 1
"Hermione... Hermione! Herm, wake up!"
Hermione rolled over in her bed, trying desperately to ignore Ginny's calls. She rolled her pillow over her ears to try to block out the voice. Without knowing it, Ginny had woken her up from one of the best --
"I heard you last night."
Hermione sat straight up in her bed. "What do you mean, you 'heard me last night'?"
Ginny giggled as she sat on her bed opposite Hermione's. "You'll have to tell me all about what was going on, because it seemed to be pretty... intense."
Hermione felt her face turning a brilliant shade of red as she stood up. "Goodness, this is embarrassing." Ginny didn't say anything; she just sat and smirked up at her friend. "Is it breakfast time?" Hermione asked, trying to break the uneasy tension.
Ginny stood up as well, and made her way over to the door. "Yeah, it is. But don't think you're getting away from telling me about that dream, 'Mione. You and Harry did something, and I want to know what it was!"
Hermione stood up to follow Ginny, the blush unwilling to leave her cheeks. Trying to put on a casual sort of voice, she asked, "What exactly did you hear me saying last night that got you so interested?"
"Oh, it wasn't words so much as incoherent moaning, darling," Ginny replied with a vicious grin.
Hermione froze on the landing, causing Ginny to stop halfway down the stairs and stare back up at her. Regaining control of her body, Hermione called down to Ginny to come back to the room.
Ginny gleefully obeyed, seemingly knowing what was going to happen next.
Hermione sat back down on the bed. "Okay. I had a dream about me and Harry last night."
"I know."
"But that's not it. I mean..." Hermione trailed off as the pink in her cheeks brightened. "I've.. I've had these - those - types of dreams before--"
"What types of dreams?"
Hermione glared at Ginny. "You're just trying to kill me, aren't you?"
Ginny innocently shrugged.
"Anyway," Hermione continued, ignoring Ginny's question, "I've had those dreams before with me and him, but last night was different. I can't explain how," she said quickly, seeing Ginny's mouth open, "but it was. It was almost like it was real life or something, you know? Like he was actually there."
Ginny was silent for a moment. "That's peculiar. I mean, everyone has those dreams - have you heard Ron talking about his with Luna? But, for it to feel like he was actually there, I don't--"
"Girls! Breakfast!"
Mrs. Weasley's call didn't interrupt their conversation. As the girls made their way downstairs, they kept talking in a hushed whisper, trying to figure everything out.
Ron entered the kitchen at Grimmauld Place, followed closely by Harry. At his arrival, Ginny and Hermione quickly stopped muttering on instinct, as did everyone else in the room. Looking tired, Harry scanned the room quickly before settling down in his usual chair beside Ron and opposite Hermione.
Mrs. Weasley was the first to speak. "Did you sleep well, dear?"
Hermione looked closely at Harry as he began to load scrambled eggs onto his plate. "For the first time in a long time, yeah."
"So no more, erm... nightmares, Harry?" Hermione asked. Nervous as she was to talk to him, even though he would have no idea about her dream, Harry's case of insomnia was a concern for everyone.
Harry shrugged as he looked up at her. "Actually, I did have one last night. Then I used one of Snape's suggestions. Imagine my surprise when it worked, and I had a very, uh..." His voice trailed off as he looked back down at his plate, his face colouring slightly. "Erm, a pleasant dream."
"So... What was this great dream about Harry?" Ron asked.
Harry shrugged again, not taking his eyes off of his eggs. "Nothing really important. Just some, erm... personal stuff," he said quickly before eating.
Hermione's mouth fell open. Ginny quickly looked over at her before slapping her hand over her mouth, holding in laughter, while Ron just laughed at the idea. Hermione grabbed the closest thing to her, the Daily Prophet, and promptly covered her extremely red face.
"That's alright, Harry, dear. You don't have to say anymore," Hermione heard Mrs. Weasley say from near the stove.
"Yes," Hermione choked out, still hiding behind the newspaper, "it's perfectly natural. Everyone has those kind of dreams. Right Ron?" she said harshly when she noticed that the red-head still hadn't stopped laughing.
Ron stopped laughing. "So, what's on today's agenda?" he said quickly, obviously trying to change the subject.
"Homework," Hermione put in, finally having the courage to put the newspaper away. She stole a glance at Harry, who had a rather large grin on his face.
"I think I'll actually enjoy that today."
Hermione blushed.
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Hermione looked around the room at Harry and Ron, who were both still scratching quill to parchment for Professor McGonagall's summer essay. Of course, she had finished hers the week before, but she took it on as her personal duty to ensure that the boys finished their homework, and did it well to boot.
Her eyes settled on Harry. He was sitting plainly on the floor, tapping the fingers of his unused hand on the carpet, as if trying to come up with an idea. He scratched his head next. Hermione looked somewhat lovingly at the unruly locks atop of his head, remembering the dream and how she had run her hands through it a countless number of times. Hermione's smile widened at the thought.
Harry's quill began to move once again, quickly, as though to get all of the idea down before it left his head. He looked up at her, and smiled.
"I'm proud of you, Harry," Hermione said spontaneously. "You didn't complain once about the essay, unlike some people." Her head flipped towards Ron, who had no more than 5 lines down on his parchment.
"Yeah, well, I realized that studying isn't that bad..." Harry trailed off. Hermione looked back around at him, blushing slightly, and gave him a huge smile. Just looking at him increased the pink tinge in her cheeks. 'Why, why, must I blush?' she thought to herself as she turned her head towards Ron, who obviously needed some help.
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Hermione looked up as Harry closed the door to the sitting room she, Ron, and Ginny were lounging in. "Hey Harry," she said, "how was Occlumency?"
Harry came and sat down with a huge grin on his face. "It was amazing. I might not have another lesson for about twenty years... But it was well worth it."
Hermione's brow furrowed. "Harry, what did you do? Did you abuse the power? Because you're putting yourself in grave danger if you don't take Occlumency and Legilemency seriously!"
Harry shook his head, still smiling widely. "I took it completely seriously, 'Mione, don't you worry. Snape just can't handle a little imagination."
"Amen to that," sighed Ron.
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Hermione's eyes slowly opened as she felt a hand playing with her hair. She immediately knew what was going on - she'd be able to recognize that salty smell in the air almost anywhere. She waited for the kisses on her neck, the ones she loved so much. They came, and quickly Hermione began to moan quietly. The heated kisses moved from her neck to her shoulders, which elicited even more noise from the back of Hermione's throat. The best part was yet to come, and suddenly she felt a hot breath on her ear, one that began suckling on her earlobe quickly, just the way she liked it.
With a groan, Hermione turned over to find herself face to face with Harry. It was like a well-written play, and she knew everything that came next. With a coy, and what she hoped to be sexy, grin, she wrapped her hand around the back of Harry's neck, and slowly pulled him toward her, watching the smile on Harry's face widen. She began to kiss him fully, with as much passion and lust as she could muster. He lowered herself on to her, and she gasped inwardly once she could feel her breasts brushing against his hard chest. Drawing little patterns along his spine, Hermione let her fingers trail up his back to their final destination, where they wrapped themselves intimately into his messy locks. Their tongues played and battled, dancing erotically in their mouths.
As if on cue, Harry's hands began to roam freely along her body, brushing up against her arms, then her slim waist, and farther down her sides until he couldn't reach any more. Hermione slowly pulled away from the kiss, timidly opening her eyes to look into the darkened emerald ones above her.
"A girl could get used to waking up like this," she heard herself say, followed by a comfortable moan.
Harry grinned as his hands went from her thighs to her naked chest. Cupping her breasts fully in his hands, he began to run the pad of his thumb over her nipples, hardening them on contact. Hermione squirmed, eyes shutting immediately, sighing in encouragement. Another flick of his fingers had Hermione arching her back for more of his touch, her head way back on the pillow.
Harry chuckled in a deep, husky voice, only arousing Hermione even more. He lowered his head, and Hermione felt his mouth cover her breast. His tongue began to flicker against her nipple, causing Hermione to cry out, arching her back even more, as though to feel Harry more fully.
Hermione felt him grin as he switched to her other breast, administering the same affection there as well.
The noises coming from Hermione's mouth were hardly even recognizable to her and Harry refused to let up. Her animalistic instincts were creating low growls deep in her throat.
Suddenly, Harry stopped. He lifted his head from her chest, breathing as heavily as she herself was. He climbed up her body so they were face to face, and Hermione took the opportunity to wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. Biting her lip, she asked, "Why did you stop?"
A concentrated look screwed up Harry's face. His nose wrinkled as he seemingly forced his mouth open. "You know that I love you, right?"
Hermione ceased smiling. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. There wasn't usually any loving talk in this dream, just their love in action.
She raised her eyebrows in question, all while rubbing Harry's back in an almost maternal fashion. "Of course I do. We wouldn't be here if I didn't, right?" When Harry's look of concentration didn't let up, she tried to soothe him again. "Love is why we're here, baby, you don't have to worry about that."
Harry shook his head, closing his eyes briefly. Again, he forced his mouth open. "Even if it seems silly, I still feel that I have to tell you..." He opened his eyes. "I love you Hermione. I have always loved you, even if I didn't realize it. I just hope you know how much."
As affronted as she was about the interruption in their well-written escapade, she smiled at his touching confession. She could feel the girly instinctual tears welling up in her eyes, but she quickly pushed them away. As touching as this was, she was not going to cry. "Yes, I think I've got an idea."
The smile on her face seemed to soothe Harry, as he bent his head back down to her neck. "I enjoy doing the simplest little things with you." His kisses moved lower, down her chest and in the valley between her breasts. "Like just watching you while you study..." He kissed her bellybutton. "...Or sleep."
A heavy groan escaped her before Hermione began to slowly push Harry's head down her body. Now everything was getting back on track. "Well, then prove it to me, and get back to work, Mr. Potter!"
Harry smiled up at her. "Yes, Mrs. Potter."
Hermione tilted her head back up to the ceiling, smiling to herself. Yet, once she prepared herself for the delightful feelings her body was about to endure, the weight on top of her suddenly left. Harry was gone.