Through the eyes of blind love

Ch.6 Longing stares and stolen kisses

Hermione woke up with a jolt, heart racing and breath shaking. What was that? In all of the most vivid dreams she's had in her short life, she had never experienced something even remotely close to last nights' dream. She could still feel her heart racing and skin burning from the intensity of the dream. The only time when she had felt this alive before was when she kissed Draco. What confused her more was the fact she remembered her dream with perfect detail except for one thing: the face of the other participant in her dream. How could you not remember the face of the person with whom you were just dreaming moments ago? She shook her head and began thinking rationally about the dream. I was in the forest, running? Then I smelled... something beautiful... and I fell to the floor. And then this shadow/person just pinned me to the ground, and I saw wings, fangs... and blackness. Hermione tried to remember the last thing she ate or drank last night, she never dreamt of things this ludicrous. She touched her lips as she recalled the past events, and felt a flush rise on her cheeks. She had kissed Draco Malfoy... Malfoy! And not only that, she felt suddenly ashamed because not only had she being kissing Ron less than two weeks ago, she had snogged Draco and she had dreamt she was kissed by another man... or woman. Oh gods!

Putting on a robe, she rushed towards the Gryffindor common room, not caring her hair looked pretty much like a bird's nest. She thanked Merlin it was almost 7 in the morning, and school started in a couple of hours.

Hermione, passing through the empty halls, reached the Gryffindor common room, where she proceeded to enter the girl's dormitories. She silently entered Ginny's chamber without waking up the others, and cast a Muffliato charm as she closed the curtains of her bed behind her.

"Ginny, Ginny wake up!" She whispered as she shook her lightly. She only got muffled, inarticulate responses back.

"Please Gin!" She shook harder, and no answer. She knew all Weasleys had trouble waking up and quickly changed tact. "You wouldn't believe what I heard in the Great Hall the other day about Harry..." "Harry?" That did it, the redhead woke up wide-eyed before sitting up.

"What exactly did you hear about him?" Hermione couldn't help but chuckle. Even though Ginny was known for being bold and intrepid, she did have that cute side, and you couldn't help but want to pinch her cheek and kiss it.

"You're going to kill me Gin, but there isn't gossip about Harry; I needed you to wake up." Ginny pierced her eyes.

"What time is it?"

"It's almost seven." She said with an apologetic look.

"Shit! Hermione, I still had forty-five minutes of sleep! This had better be important." She said with her eyes half closed.

"It is- Forty-five? I thought you took more time dolling up."

"Sometimes... I much prefer to use the time sleeping. You know I don't love makeup, and my hair is so straight I don't have to do much. Not like others that I know!." She giggled at the mass amount of hair that sat on the witch's head, and Hermione rolled her eyes at the redhead.

"Well, my hair is bushy, wild, and I have just woken up too, so I haven't tamed it yet."

"I thought you used the weekly charm that made your hair less bushy and more curly."

"I do, but yesterday I was way too tired for it and... Anyway! Let's not stray from the subject. I needed to tell someone, because I feel like I'm going mental. Ginny, I had the strangest dream last night. Like, the oddest dream I have ever had in my life. It was so vivid, so intense and a little perplexing at the same time. I remember almost all of it- except for who was in the dream with me. It so strange, as if my mind won't let me-"