Author's Note: Inspired by Blue October's song Calling You.

Disclaimer- Ivory Tears doesn't own nor does she profit from this work of fiction.

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I keep calling you to see if you're sleeping, are you dreaming?

If you're dreaming, are you dreaming of me?

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Hermione opened her bleary eyes to see her alarm clock blare 2:13 am. She frowned in confusion, wondering why she had even awoken when she heard the high pitched trill of her cellphone.

"Don't even know why I bothered getting one of these," she mumbled tiredly, reaching across her bed to pick it up off of her nightstand.

Harry's name lit up green and she quickly pushed the accept option.

"Hello?" she spoke into the receiver, wiping the sleep from her eyes.

"Hey, I'm sorry to call so late," Harry's voice echoed from the other line.

"No, it's okay," she smiled a little as she raised up into a sitting position, "is everything alright?"

He sighed, "No... yes... maybe, oh I don't know! I just...,"

His frustration peaked Hermione's curiosity.

"C'mon Harry, we've been friends for an awfully long time, you can tell me. I promise I won't poke fun or spill to Ron."

He chuckled, "I trust you, Hermione. I just... it's a relationship problem and you know I'm rubbish at those."

"Ah, yes, I remember the great Ginny debacle of '98," she grinned as she heard him groan in annoyance.

"Don't bring that up, please."

She laughed, "I only tease because I love."

The line seemed to go extremely quiet.

"Harry, you still there?" she pressed the phone closer to her ear.

"Yeah, I'm here," his voice seemed smaller, more subdued.

Hermione's brows furrowed in concern, "Are you okay? Listen, I can floo your place in just a matter of seconds."

"No, that's okay... listen Hermione, I'm going to tell you something and I hope you don't think any less of me."

She settled down against her pillows, "Whatever you tell me isn't going to break us apart. We've been though a lot worse, y'know?"

She smiled as he gave a light laugh, "Trust me I know."

Half a minute of silence passed before she heard him sigh deeply.

"Hermione, I love you. And I mean as more than a friend.. I think about you all the time and I well... I just wanted to get it off of my chest."

Hermione felt tears pool in her eyes as she took in what he said.

When she didn't reply, Harry's panicked voice floated out of the speaker, "You're not made are you? God, I'm so stupid! I'm sorry, Hermione. I'll just—"

"Don't hang up," she murmured, a wide smile stretching her cheeks, "I love you, too."

A pause then his hopeful voice asked, "More than a friend?"

She laughed, "Yes, Harry."

"Really?"

"Really."

She could hear him whoop in the background.

"I'll pick you up tonight at seven?"

"Sure," she laughed, "seven sounds lovely."

"Great. Good. Wonderful," he babbled, "I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Later, Harry. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Hermione. Sweet dreams."

"You too," she smiled as she pulled the phone away and hung up.

Two seconds later, her phone chimed with an alert of an incoming text message. She shook her head as she read the message.

Love you! ;)

Love you too, goofball. ;D

Now goodnight, we have work tomorrow.

Hermione hit reply and snuggled back underneath her comforter. She fell asleep with a smile on her face.

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