Hermione sat in the entrance to the tent reading The Tales of Beedle the Bard. No matter how often she scanned it's pages she couldn't work out what message Dumbledore was trying to give them, she was just certain there was one.
After 15 more minutes of fruitless reading she snapped the book shut and got up to stretch her legs. She wandered further into the tent.
Harry was mumbling incoherently in his sleep his face contorted in the mask of pain he always wore during his nightmares. She knew it well for she and Ron had seen it many times before.
Ron, the moment he entered her mind she felt that familiar flutter in her stomach. The three of them had come so far and had been through so much together but she knew there was still more ahead of them. More danger, more uncertainties. Despite the most dangerous of these uncertainties being whether or not they would live through it all or not, the one that was most prominent in Hermione's mind was whether or not she and Ron would ever be together.
She looked over at Ron's peaceful face as he slept and wished she could lie down and drift off to sleep herself. In her dreams there were no uncertainties, they were all safe and Ron was hers, completely.
Let me sleep
For when I sleep I dream that you are here
You're mine
And all my fears are left behind
I float on air
The nightingale sings gentle lullaby's
So let me close my eyes
Ron stirred, opened his eyes, lay blinking for a moment then spotted Hermione and asked, "Is it my watch?" Hermione looked at her watch, thankfully, it was Ron's turn to take over so she didn't have to make up an excuse for staring at him while he slept.
"Yes", she told him. Then , without a word, she strode over to her own bed and curled up facing the wall of the tent.
Hermione closed her eyes but sleep wouldn't come, instead she conjured up an image of Ron in her mind. She gently pressed her fingertips to his face and leaned in to kiss him. Before she made contact with this imaginary Ron the real thing walked into the armchair she'd been sitting in earlier.
Hermione's eyes flew open and darted to the entrance of the tent. Ron hopped around on one foot muttering a string if curses before collapsing into the arm chair. He leaned back, his eyes closed and moonlight filtered through the tent entrance, lighting upon his face.
Hermione silently wondered whether Ron ever dreamed of her the way she dreamed of him. She thought it was unlikely but she could always hope.
And sleep
Per chance to dream
So I can see the face I long to touch
To kiss
But only dreams can bring me this
So let the moon
Shine softly on the boy I long to see
And maybe when he dreams
He'll dream of me
After a minute Hermione could hear Ron's snores echoing around the tent.
She got up out of bed and slipped past his sleeping form. She walked away from the tent, staying within the boundaries of the protective spells she'd cast.
She sat on the cold ground and gazed up at the stars, faintly glowing in the distance.
"Please let us live through this, please let us have a life together" she whispered into the darkness, tears falling silently down her face. She could almost imagine that the stars whispered back.
"Someday"
I'll hide beneath the clouds
And whisper to the evening stars
They tell me love is just a dream away
Dream away
I'll dream away
She hoped it was true. After everything they had sacrificed, everything they had done and would do, Hermione felt that they deserved 'Someday'.
