To wish upon a star would be to indulge in an illusion. Hermione was all too familiar with illusions and whispered fantasies, and so was Harry. "We could run away," Harry started. His husky voice sent shivers down her arms, her flesh prickling in its wake. She gave a soft laugh. "Isn't that what we're doing now?" He was serious. It was one of those nights, after all. A tent-inspired AU oneshot.