Like He Used To-Chapter 1
A/N: This story is set 2 years after the war. Also note that Hermoine had been in a relationship with Fred who died in the war.
Hermoine bolted up in the darkness. She was panting, her body was shaking and sweat was dripping down her forehead. "Just a dream, just a dream," she told herself as she slowly sank back into her pillow. A flash of lighting streaked across the sky as Hermoine shivered. As she closed her eyes, the chaos of the war flooded her mind as she tried her hardest to make it go away. Memories of her and Fred, their date in Hogsmead, his smile, his eyes, his freckles, his hair, his death…they all made her start crying again.
"Why him," thought Hermoine. "WHY DID YOU LET HIM DIE?!" She screamed at her ceiling.
The violent sobs came, and then went, as quickly as how sudden they were. She wept silently into her pillow, wishing and wishing the dreams to go away.