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At Midnight
When Hermione was younger she used to go to her parents bedroom whenever she'd felt scared or unprotected. She slipped under the covers between her parents and always fell asleep promptly, because she knew she would be safe there. Safe from all the horrors a little five-year-old girl's mind could produce and when she woke up, she knew at least one of them would still be there, no matter the time she decieded to wake up again.
But now she was seventeen years old, considered an adult by the wizarding community, and her safe haven was lost to her. Not because her parents were dead or anything. They were still there, but it was not the same, not since she'd started to attend Hogwarts and only spent a couple of weeks every year at home with them. It would never be the same again. She wasn't the same anymore. But she still missed the feeling of security her parents had provided.
She guessed that was the reason she went to his room the first time.
Hermione was staying at the Burrow as usual, but unlike the latest summers she was staying in, not Ginnys room, but in her own. Since the twins had moved out also, there were plenty of rooms uninhabited and she had got one of them. It had been Charlies unless she was mistaken and it was a nice and comfy room. In daylight. At night it was not only dark, it was also lonely. As she lay there under the covers she heard a distant clock telling her it was now midnight.
She bit her lip and looked around uncertain and, though she would never admit it out loud, scared. Before her mind really grasped what she was doing, she had slipped out of the bed and was heading for the door. She tiptoed her way over to Ron's room, not even thinking once of what she was actually doing and how it would look if anyone saw her.
She hesitated only slightly and opened his door as silently as she possibly could. A ghost of a smile could be dectected on her lips as she took in the familiar surroundings that were her best friends room. Her eyes stopped at the bed where she saw the outlines of him laying. On their own accord, her legs took her to his bedside. She didn't even flinch when he opened his eyes and looked straight at her.
"Please?" Hermione said softly.
Ron only smiled slightly and blinked sleepily before he scooted over to make room, she gracefully lay down next to him. She snuggled into the pillow with a barely-there smile and the moment before sleep overcame her, she felt Ron's hand closing around her own.
When she woke up, she had her back pressed against him and his arm was around her waist. They were still holding hands.
She had never felt more safe, not even as a little girl sleeping in her parent's bedroom had she felt so secure as she did at that moment.
She guessed that was the reason she came back again the next night, at midnight. And the nights to come after that, always at midnight.
Author's Note: This has been lying around on my computer for a while and I thought I might as well post it. Tell me what you think!
It's not beta-read though, so I apologize for any possible mistake.