Hermione Granger rummaged though the cupboard, looking for tea.
She found loads of it, actually, but it was chamomile tea. Hermione hated chamomile.
But it was three in the morning and she needed something to help her fall back asleep.
It was two years after the Battle of Hogwarts, and she was still having sleepless nights.
She and Ron had moved in with each other almost immediately.
Both of them would wake up in the middle of the night from terrible dreams. They couldn't shake the feeling of being hunted, despite being perfectly safe.
Every night, they would sit in the kitchen. Ron would drink chamomile tea and Hermione would drink peppermint.
Some nights, they would talk about work. How Hermione quickly rose in the Ministry. How Ron did in Auror training.
Other nights, they talked about the war.
Usually, it was the same sort of thing. How Hermione felt when Ron left. How Ron eventually found them. How scared they were throughout the whole thing.
But then one day, about six months ago, things changed. Ron didn't wake up in the middle of the night anymore. His supply of chamomile tea stayed full while Hermione drank peppermint by the liter. She had asked Ron to pick up some more tea on the way home. Each time, he bought chamomile.
Hermione was lonely when she was awake in the kitchen, choking down that disgusting tea. Rom was sleeping peacefully.
She was happy for him. He had found a way to escape the nightmares. But she couldn't.
There was a creak in the floorboard.
Constant vigilance.
Hermione had her wand at the ready, pointed at the sound.
"Hermione, are you awake again?" Her boyfriend's voice filled the room.
"It's just you." She sighed with relief.
"Who else would it be?" He asked.
"I don't know!" She exclaimed. Hermione felt like she should be running. For the longest time, Ron had felt the same. She felt safer knowing that the two of them could protect each other. But now she felt alone. "Don't you get this fear that someone's waiting for us?"
"'Mione, the war was two years ago. It was hard to get over. But I did it. I accepted that we're safe now. Nothing's going to happen." Ron said. He embraced her. "Stop this and come to bed, please?" He asked. Hermione nodded and followed him back upstairs.
Ron found sleep quickly. But Hermione was awake all night, her wand at her side.
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The next day, all of the Weasleys had lunch at the Burrow.
Once a month, the family had a lunch without everyone who wasn't blood related. Though they loved Harry and Hermione, and even Fleur, after the war they realized that they needed to stay close as a family.
"Harry is the same way, too." Ginny said. Ron had just told everyone his problems with Hermione waking up every night. "It's not each night, but sometimes he'll sleepwalk. He tried to disarm a vase last week."
"It's like clockwork, really," Ron explained, "every morning at three, Hermione wakes up, rummages through the cupboards, tries to stun me, then goes back to sleep. Sometimes, she just lies there and stares out the window. Never lets go of her wand."
Ron and Ginny shared their stories of their significant others. Sometimes, Bill or Percy would chime in with a thought, but it never helped.
But the entire time, Fred just stared at them.
George looked worriedly at his twin. Fred had been undergoing similar experiences to Harry and Hermione. He hoped Fred would say something to his younger siblings. But he just stared.
Most of the Weasley's went back to their homes after lunch, save for Charlie, Ron, and Ginny. Fred and George were ready to Floo back to their flat.
"You go first." George offered Fred. He went.
Before following suit, George went to Ron and Ginny.
"Fred wanders in the night, too." He said. "We should get the three of them together." He nodded curtly and then went into the fire.