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Numb

Numb. That was how she felt. Numb. Nothingness. Empty. Almost as if refusing to feel anything, as though that would protect her from the pain. The pain she knew would come if she stopped it, the numbness. She sat on her bed, at the Burrow. No tears, no screams. Nothing. She wasn't even aware of what was going on around her, just watched with unseeing eyes, as people moved around her, talked at her. But Hermione didn't hear, her mind was blank, empty. Volemort was dead, right? Harry had killed him- they had killed him. Hermione almost felt happy, for a moment. But then she remembered, Tonks, Lupin, Fred… So she numbed herself, pushed the pain away. That was when the Healer tried to touch her stomach, the black mark, the only visible mark from Bellatrix's torture. That was when she snapped. Hermione screamed, lashing out at the healer, and anyone else who tried to touch her. Until two, strong arms wrapped around her, subdued by the familiar woodsy smell, associated with only one person, and a potion from parallel world where Hermione could feel, and the people she loved were invincible.

"I'm here, I'm here." The soothing voice whispered in her ear. Had she called him? She'd wanted him to come, only him. The non-seeing eyes, looked around, all she knew was that there were too many people in the room.

"Make them leave." Someone whimpered, oh, it was her. The boy, Man, with the woodsy smell, nodded. And one by one, they left the room. In the protection of his arms, she started to drift off to sleep.

"I love you Hermione." Ron whispered, into the back of her sleeping head.

A/N just a little one, I got the feels and had to write something. Please, tell me what you think,

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