Laying on a dusty mattress she could hardly breath as he held her close. Too close and too tight, she thought. Somehow this had become a ritual. Every night the same thing.
It had been four months ago when he firstly had held her in his arms. He had been in shock and in need for the warmth of someone. Someone close to him. The only one of his friends left to him. He had taken her into his arms and tried to brush her even closer. Afraid that she too would leave once released. His only place he could call home internalised into one person.
The thought of seeing her lay dead on the ground, like he had seen Ron, was enough to let him forget anything he had ever said prior to her.
Hermione had gone insane at the sight of Ron, dead. In her hysteria, she had tried to attack the cloaked figures herself.
She never stood a chance.
It was that very same night that she had let him hold her. Almost breaking her rips. It had been hard to breath. Whether it was from his embrace or her sobbing and crying, she didn't know. Even thought she had to be strong for him, so he too would stay strong and not break, she had felt empty and cold that night.
The boy-who-had-lived had lost everything but one. In order not to loose her too he held her close. Every night. Trying to become stronger. Hoping their embrace would strengthen him, so that he could finally face Him.
Friends were either dead or missing. She was the only one who had remained. She was his only home to come to. Hogwart had long been destroyed. Now all around the ruins and scattered around the school grounds, underground shelters had been set up.
They stayed underground most of the time. Only he and Aurors would sometimes leave the shelter. Days would pass and he would return, broken even more than before. It was then that he would cling on to her even more than he usually did. And she would know what had happened.
Wordless their conversation. His shaking arms around her waist or on her back. His head near her heart. Like trying to hear her heartbeat. Reminding him that there was a world worth to fight for. A cause worth all the sacrifices made. She would stroke his hair, slowly and not stopping. Even when hearing a silent cry. She would place a kiss on his head. Reminding him that he was not alone.
She knew that she was the only one left to him. Her brothers had died, friends killed or disappeared. Her own parents were probably rotting somewhere. Either dead or alive, what would that matter now. She was tiered. But he needed her. And she would try her best to smile whenever he looked up at her. Loosening his grip on her, just to tighten it again, afraid she would leave him. Almost like a little child, afraid someone could steal his toy.
Hmm, so tiered, she thought.
A/N well, this is it. My first ff ever!!!! I hope you liked it… so far. I hope to upload more. And as far as I am concerned this is definitely something I want to finish!!!!
I would be very glad for some feedback!!!