AFTER IT ALL

A ron and Hermione Fic.

It had been three months since the defeat of voldemort, and for the hundredth night in a row Ron had awoken from the same horrible nightmare, drenched in sweat and sick to his stomach. He leaned back against the headboard.


She dies everytime...

Everything around him was spinning, he shut his eyes to steady himself. He coaxed his stomach contents to stay where they were, but it was too late. He leaned over the side of the bed just in time.

"Whoa mate, are you alright?" Harry jumped out of bed, Ron slumped back on to his bed and shook his head. Harry made a quick flicking motion with his wrist,

"Scourgify" and with that the mess was gone.

"Same dream man, I don't know how many times i've had it now, I just want them to stop." Ron groaned and felt red in the face as usual.

"I know how you feel mate, i'm just the same." said Harry his mind going back to his nightmare he had had earlier; standing over the bodies strewn over the floor, Remus, Tonks, Fred... He shook his head, forcing the images out.

"Yeah, but do you throw up? Do you scream? No." Ron was so embarassed, he knew Harry had the same nightmares, just his didn't involve Hermione dying every time.

"No, not anymore, but it will stop. Eventually. You just have to give it time." Ron looked at Harry with disbelief. He had heard it so many times now, it just didn't seem believable.

"I think you should talk to Hermione about it, after all your not having these dreams for no reason."

"I would but I just don't know what to say, what if she gets freaked out that I dream about her every night, let alone that she dies each time."

"I'm sure she'll be fine, she'll want to help you. Trust me."

"I'll try talk to her tomorrow then."

"Why don't you get some rest?" said Harry as he walked back to his bed. Ron nodded,

"I'll try,"

"Night..."

"Night."

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The morning sun awoke Ron from his slumber. Ron felt like he'd just run a hundred miles and ran face first into a brick wall, he was physically and mentally drained. He needed something to occupy him, and she just walked in the room.

"Good morning sleepy!" said Hermione joyously as she entered his room, always the morning person. Her smile dropped when she saw his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, is breakfast ready?"

"Almost your mum sent me up, she said if she doesn't give you enough warning, you'll never get up in time." Hermione smiled. "Please tell me whats wrong."

"Nothing I just had a horrible night, you know bad dreams and, yeah..."

"Are you still having bad dreams? Is it Fred?"

"No, no it's, I don't know why i'm still having them, it's just..."

"What? Ron you can tell me anything." With that she sat down on the bed next to him and looked him in the eyes, "You know that, don't you?"

"Yeah," He stared into her brown eyes, lost in their beauty, his heart started to beat faster. "I've been having nightmares every night since the battle at Hogwarts and in every dream we are fighting side by side and then..." He looked at his hands willing the tears away, he didn't want her to see them.

"What Ron, what happens?"

He looked back up at her, tears in his eyes. Hermione's heart felt like it was breaking, she could see the hurt, the fear,

"You get hit by the killing curse... I lose you, forever."

With that Hermione wrapped her arms around Ron, tears in her eyes aswell.

"I'm right here," she put her hand on his heart, "Right here. I won't ever leave you, trust me never until my dying day." And with that their lips met for the first time since the war. Soft yet insistent, caring, loving, wonderful. Their lips slowly parted, their tongues exploring each other. Hermione reached up and ran her fingers through his hair.

"RON! Are you up ye... Oooh, my goodness! I am sorry dears." Ron and Hermione pulled apart. Mrs Weasley blushing furiously, "Sorry dears, breakfast is ready."

She closed the door and the two burst out laughing,

"That was sort of embrrasing," Said Hermione blushing.

"Tell me about it, I hope she doesn't say anything to the others."said Ron with an equally red face,

"Do we have to go downstairs now?" Hermione laughed, relaxing a little. Ron loved to see her laugh, he loved the way her eyes sparkled when she did.

Hermione noticed the way Ron was looking at her, she knew that things between them would never be same now. They could never go back to the way they were. There were too many emotions, too many unsaid words.

Ron wanted so much to declare his love from the roof tops, after nearly eight years of seemingly unrequited love he was now at a point where he didn't care if his brothers knew, didn't care if they teased and tormented. He finally felt happy, truly and blissfully happy, for the first time in a long time.

Ron leaned in and gave Hermione a deep, earthshattering kiss that made Hermione's stomach swoop. She had never felt this way before, never felt the ability to completely and utterly surrender her mouth, her body to someone. She had kissed before but never like this.

Ron pulled his lips away reluctantly, leaning his forehead aginst hers.

"We better go downstairs." He whispered quietly. She could feel his breath on her face and she had never felt this intense feeling in her heart before.

"Okay."

"I'll go first, just wait about two minutes then come down."

"Are you sure? I really don't mind ifwe go together , that is if you want to."

"Yeah that'd be cool." he clasped her hand in his and they exited the room together, hand in hand.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed so far its my first fic so please read and review, please review. It will give me motivation.

Constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated

Aleisha xxx