Title: Together
Ron jolted awake. There was something wrong and it took him a few moments before he realized he could hear Harry thrashing on the other bed. He sat down and padded quietly but quickly to the other bed.
"Harry. Harry," he murmured silently, insistent, while gently tugging at Harry's shoulder.
Harry woke up with a gasp, eyes dilated, unfocused, until he realized Ron was beside him.
"Ron." It was said with a quiet, grateful tone. Harry exhaled loudly, as if clearing both his head and his chest, then sat down slowly and patted the space beside him.
"Nightmares don't stop with the end of the war, do they?" Ron asked, subdued, after he sat down beside Harry and leaned on the wall.
"No." A quiet sigh. "No, they don't."
Harry mirrored his position, and they took to staring blankly ahead, not really seeing Ron's bed, but imagining things that happened in the past year.
A few moments passed, or possibly longer, both unmoving, lost in their thoughts. Then, a shift. Harry had angled his head slightly so that he was partly looking at him. "Thank you."
Understanding the wealth of those two words, Ron edged closer and, putting his arm behind the other man's shoulders, pulled him in a half-hug, seeking to comfort and be comforted. "Behind you, mate. Or beside you, wherever you need me."
He pulled Harry's head and rested it on his shoulder. Smiling half-sad, for the people they have lost, and half-grateful, because both of them was given the chance to still be together, he murmured quietly, "I'm always just here."