A/N: Ok, so I've been writing fanfic for a bit but never had the guts to upload it but, here goes. I thought I'd upload some of my most recent stuff.
Disclaimer: Obviously, I do not own Harry Potter.
This is set just after Deathly Hallows
The Clock
Hermione moved closer into Ron's arm and rested her head softly on his shoulder, it was getting late and as people slowly began to make their ways to the various bedrooms in The Burrow, it became more and more quiet. After all they had been through together, it had seemed only natural that her and Harry would return with Ron and the Weasley's back to The Burrow after the battle, though it only highlighted to Hermione that she really didn't have much of a home any more. It was usually at night when Hermione began to think about all they'd lost in the war, her parents wouldn't recognise her if they passed her in the street and Fred's laughter no longer followed George's, but as she felt Ron's arm wind tighter around her waist, something caught her attention.
Hermione looked up to the wall and smiled at her favourite part of The Burrow: Mrs Weasley's clock. Most people had gone to bed now and their hands on the clock all sat clumped together in the same spot, Mr and Mrs Weasley's hands pointed towards 'GARDEN', where they'd no doubt gone to look at the stars and Ron and Ginny's simply pointed to 'HOME'. It was then that Hermione noticed two more hands had been added to the clock, one held a picture of Harry and pointed alongside Ginny's, the other pointed firmly on 'HOME' and held a picture of her. It was the first time Hermione had noticed the new additions, one for Fleur had been added just before the wedding and they certainly weren't on then, but there her face was, smiling next to Ron's.
Suddenly Hermione found herself grinning and, looking down at her dark blue knitted jumper with a large gold H in the centre, she finally felt content. She would always have a home at The Burrow.