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Hot Drinks at the Kitchen Table.
Blurb …
Various Weasley's meet for a hot drink in the middle of the night, following the first few months after the war. :Oneshot includes RHr HG and others WeasleyFRIENDship postDH:
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1
Ron feels Insomniac
Ron didn't know how the others could sleep.
He lay in bed with his eyes shut tightly closed, yet he couldn't make himself drift off. He supposed that he could always shoot a Stunning spell at himself, but felt that would defeat the purpose of be able to fall asleep.
He couldn't help it. As he turned over again and again, he noticed that Harry was sleeping peacefully on his camp-bed in Ron's room (for no one had the heart to give Fred and George's old room back to him like two summer's ago). Why could Harry sleep? He'd been through so much over the past year, yet he still could manage to stand the dreams that came to him?
It was bizarre.
Ron sat up, feeling disgruntled at himself. He wanted more than anything right now, to just fall asleep and to wake up whenever he liked. He felt like he hadn't slept at all since that first night after the war. He probably hadn't. Even though he thought he might soon collapse due to exhaustion, Ron knew it wouldn't happen.
Figuring he might as well do something productive, Ron slipped out of his bed and made his way down to the kitchen of the Burrow. He flicked his wand (which he always carried with him everywhere), and milk, sugar, tea bags and the kettle all zoomed over from various places and landed on the table. He proceeded to make himself a cup of tea, wishing it hadn't come to this.
Unfortunately, it had: he was making a cup of tea for himself at 2 o'clock in the morning.
The house was silent as Ron sipped his tea. That was rare these days, Ron mused. The night at the Burrow was almost always nearly as loud as the day, with bugs chirping outside, various owls swooping in and out of windows and lately, the odd scream of terror from a nightmare.
While he tried not to think about the latter too much, Ron simply couldn't ignore it. He'd been lying awake at night for a while now and nearly every night, someone in the house would scream from a nightmare. Mostly, it had been his little sister and it pained him that he'd given up running in, because there was nothing he could do to stop the nightmares. She'd refused to tell him anything, anyway.
Ron yawned and felt annoyed - why could he feel tired, but not fall asleep? It seemed cruel, somehow and with a pang, Ron remembered that the last time he'd completely slept through a night, was a few nights after the battle, back at Hogwarts. It was the end of the day, and to avoid thinking about anything to do with Fred, he'd been cleaning and sorting the rubble and destruction from the battle. He had been exhausted, yet knew he wouldn't dare close his eyes.
Until Hermione found him in the Gryffindor common room. They had fallen sleep together and had woken up to the sun rising on their faces.
Ron only stared into the bottom on his cup, watching the remains of his tea swirl around. He knew it would be impossible to stay with Hermione every night - his mother would never allow it.
It wasn't fair, he thought gloomily as he banished all the tea-making things back to their places. This shouldn't have happened to their family, they didn't deserve it. They'd been nothing but strong, fighting in the war. If this was supposed to be fate, then it was playing a cruel game.
Ron got up with the intention of building an exploding-snap castle until dawn. As he reached the stairs, however, he panicked to realise that someone else was coming down.
He hid in the shadows of the kitchen and saw Percy edge into the room. His glasses were on wonky and he looked like one shock would send him over the edge.
Hopefully I'm not the only one who's not sleeping, Ron thought as he snuck upstairs while Percy summoned the recently banished tea-things. It would be fairer that way.
A/N: So this has been a long time coming. I've been trying to write this story for months, but it never came out right. Finally, finally i've finished it. It was origonally a oneshot, but i eventually decided to split it into parts, considering it got over 9000 words long and that's a bit too long for a simple oneshot.
So Ron is first up. This story will be short, about eight chapters-ish long and will cover various meetings at the kitchen table following Freds' death. It was extremely different to go all angsty after GIR World, but it was fun.
I'm so sorry for practically disappearing off the face of the earth for more or less two months. My only excuse is that life's a bitch and i haven't been able to write well, blah, blah, blah ... i could bore you all with the details, but let's not.
I really hope you liked this, and know there's more to come!
Reviews are honestly always appreciated.
Until Next time-
-Moon. : D