Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Note: Written for Mycroft-mione (prompt: Ron/Hermione).
Late Night
A faint rustle could be heard as dainty fingers turned a page, her right hand supporting the book in her lap while her left hand rested on a head of ginger locks. She smiled at the hushed voices of her boyfriend and best friend as they played a round of wizard's chess.
He reached up, squeezing her hand affectionately. It was times like these that made it easier to pretend they were normal students, that the world wasn't against them as they faced against the greatest dark lord of the century.
She wasn't as great a dueler as Harry, or as adept at strategizing as Ron. All Hermione could do was rummage for solutions in books and silently support them from behind. But she'll do whatever she can to help and continue standing by their sides. As long as she was here, she won't let anyone harm her boys.