I was in some sort of dormitory with Ron Weasley, but we weren’t in Hogwarts. I was just there in his bed and every time an adult would come around I would hide underneath the covers. Then all of a sudden we kissed and I said, “What about Hermione?” He told me ever since she went to Scotland they had been drifting apart and he knew there was nothing left between them.

Thinking about this in a conscious stream, as good as this all seems, this has to be my least favorite dream

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