Reality Hits Home
So many had died during the battle for Hogwarts, some like Fred, Lavender, Lupin and Tonks were gone forever, others had been killed mentally and emotionally, like George; when Fred had died, a part of George had died with him, as much as he wanted to he couldn't be complete, and didn't think that he would ever be complete again.
The entire Weasley clan had gone home to the Burrow, Mr and Mrs Weasley, Charlie, Bill, Fleur, George, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Harry. Everybody was emotionally and physically exhausted, not to mention everybody was grieving for Fred and their friends who had passed. Mrs Weasley insisted on making everybody a stew even though nobody actually ate. Mrs Weasley was stirring her food absentmindedly and staring at freds seat at the table, and she suddenly broke down. Mr Weasley wrapped his arms around his wifes shaking form and excused them from the table.
When they had left everybody gradually started dwindling away until it was only Hermione and George left in the kitchen. George slowly started tipping the stew back into the pot and hand washing the dishes, Hermione helped him by drying them and putting them away. George mumbled something under his breath to Hermione. She looked at him with a question in her eyes and he repeated 'can you go to our... my... room, and get my pillow and doona?'
'Which bed?'
'The one on the right' replied George whilst absentmindedly wiping tears off his cheek. She walked up the stairs to the twin's room and stopped outside for a second. She took a deep breath and opened the door. There were a few photos of Fred and George as little kids and a few Weasley Wizarding Wheezes products left around the room, including the extendable ears that Crookshanks broke. Hermione felt a sudden chill and hurriedly collected George's doona and Pillow.
She found him sitting on the couch in his boxers; he had already taken of his clothes and laid them on the floor next to the couch. He was staring absently at the enchanted clock where all the hands pointed home except for Fred's; it had disappeared from the clock like Fred had disappeared from their lives.
She made the couch up for him and kissed him on the forehead after giving him a dreamless sleep potion that she had made a couple of years before. She then went around to everyone and offered them one. She finally made it to Ginnys room and changed into her pyjamas. She squeezed Ginnys hand to get her attention and offered her a dreamless sleep. She took one and clinked vials with Hermione before swallowing the contents.
Hermione drifted into a sleep. A nice deep sleep, she was finally in a place where she was safe. She didn't have to worry anymore. The war was over and it was about time everybody just relaxed.