The nightmares only stopped when she slept with Ron.
When she stole out of the room she shared with Ginny into the one occupied by Ron and Harry.
When a freckled arm would throw the covers back in chaste invitation.
When she could curl her back into his chest, feel his arm wrap around her waist and his stubble against her skin.
When emerald eyes would flick open, meet hers for the briefest moment and close again with the faintest smile.
When Hermione could fall asleep to the snores of brave men and the scent of love potion.
"Love potion"
by alloy