Chapter: I love you

Hermione finally wakes up, sits up and stares at the bed, with my dead body. Of course she doesn't see me yet because I'm covered. She gets up slowly and walks up to me, trembling, quickly throwing the covers back and screaming in horror. She begins to stumble and goes to the ground. Poppy rushes over and helps Mine back on her feet, staring at me somewhat dazedly and crying bitterly. She screams my name over and over and throws herself on my neck. She screams, she throws her head back and forth, she is desperate, or so it seems to me. I would like to go to her and comfort her, but I don't think that would be a good thing, she might think she was crazy. Well, she was, somehow, and now she's getting the receipt for it.

I see how she desperately hugs my dead body and gently strokes my hair. Again and again tries to wake me up by shaking me up in vain. Poppy yanks her away from me and holds her in a firm but reassuring grip. She gives Hermione a calming potion and puts her back in her bed. Hermione tries to defend herself, but the potion is already working and she falls asleep. I look at her, a tear runs down my face and I feel clearly that Hermione is suffering, it hurts my soul that she has to suffer so.

A warm, gentle hand rests on my shoulder and squeezes it lightly, I turn around and recognize my dad, who is smiling at me. I smile back and we walk a bit.
"You still love her, my boy, well, she's a pretty and ambitious girl too, if I may put it that way," says my dad in a calm tone.

I nod silently and look at him questioningly, he nods and accompanies me a little, then holds me tight and shows me the place where you can read the thoughts of the living. My father explains to me that you can not only read minds, but also actively intervene in your dreams if you want to. Well, thoughts are too intimate for me, I decide on their dreams and go to the pictures that I see and ... plop ... I landed in Hermione's dream.

I see Hermione sitting by a lake and staring at the water. I slowly walk up to her and sit down next to her, look at her and notice that she is crying. I gently put my arm around her and hold her tight. It's so good to touch her and that intimate sense of friendship. She stares at me and asks me “why?” I take her gently in my arms and enjoy the scent of her freshly washed hair. I look deep into her eyes and tell her it's just a dream and none of this is real. Logical, I can't tell her that I have the talent to manipulate her dreams. Would be too strange. She looks at me with sad, tearful eyes, gently puts her index finger on my mouth and breathes a gentle kiss on my lips.Thousands of butterflies flutter in my stomach and a feeling of warmth surrounds me. I put everything on one card and pull her closer to me to kiss her lips gently but passionately, Hermione fights briefly, but then lets it happen. I break our kiss, but only to look into her beautiful fawn eyes again to breath "I love you".

She falls radiant around my neck and kisses me stormily, so that we both lose our balance and she comes to lie on top of me. She looks at me with a big grin and breathes in my ear: "I love you Harry Potter too, I've loved you since first grade, but I never dared tell you that." Suddenly Hermione becomes weak and weaker, she disappears before my eyes and I know that she is waking up. It's a shame, it was just so cozy and comfortable.

Happy I make my way back to my father, on the way I gently stroke my lips again and again. That kiss was even nicer than my first with Pansy. Sure he was beautiful too, but when you kiss a girl you love, it's a thousand times more beautiful. With a big grin I finally reach my dad, who stares at me in amazement. "Must have been a really good dream when I look at you like that," he grins.

"It was just heavenly, we kissed and she loves me, that sounds so great:" I love you, "I say and blush.

"You already know that in dreams you do the saying and doing what I don't trust myself in reality?" Dad asks me.

That means that Hermione really loves me, yeah my prayers and pleadings were answered.

"THANK GOD", I shout out into the world.

My father has to laugh out loud and my mum, who joins them, smiles contentedly but happily. I hug my parents, then hear and recognize a familiar voice, the voice of Albus Dumbeldore speaks to me and says, "It is time to return."

I hug my parents one last time, give my mum a big kiss on the cheek and finally set off on the long, arduous journey into the world of the living.