My Wonderful Readers:

I'm back! :) I have discovered an obsession with Ron/ Hermione scenes taking place after the war. So this one is in Hogwarts the day after! Enjoy!

-ForeverRomione

DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to J. K. Rowling as always.

"NO! LET HER GO! TAKE ME INSTEAD! GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER! HERMIONE!"

"RON!"

Ron woke up breathing deeply from the same nightmare he had been having every night since Malfoy Manor when Bellatrix… Hermione. Everything was okay. The war was over and Voldemort was dead. She was safe. She was more than safe actually. At the moment she was sleeping peacefully in her boyfriend's arms. In HIS arms. How on Earth did he deserve this? He looked down at her sleeping face. She was still covered in dirt and blood and her clothes were torn. His were too of course; it's not like either of them really cared. They were used to roughing it by now. Suddenly her sleepy smile turned into fear and she began to whimper. He pulled her in close and held her.

"It's okay 'Mione." He whispered, "It's okay. I'm here."

Slowly, he drifted back to sleep.

"NO! LET HER GO! TAKE ME INSTEAD! GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER! HERMIONE!"

"RON!"

Hermione eyes flew open and then cautiously closed again. Her face was streaked with tears and her scar… that bloody scar… It burned like it did every time she had that blasted nightmare, which was more than often. But for some reason, she was calm. Usually she would lie in bed shaking for hours on end. She has been behind on sleep for months, and most of the time she hardly slept at all unless Ron was in the room…. and then she remembered. It was all over. Today would be the first day of peace since the day… HE came back fourth year, the first day… the first day she and Ron were officially a couple, and not just… well, whatever they used to be. She remembered following him into the boy's dormitories, neither of them wanting to sleep alone, feeling safer then she had in a long time, and not just because… Voldemort… was dead. She took a deep breath and smiled. Even after months of moving from one place to the next, hunting horcrouxes, and a bloody WAR, he still smelled the same. Like home. She slowly opened her eyes and tilted her head up trying her best not to wake him up. She reached up kissing his cheek and his face broke into a grin. She returned to her previous position smiling, with her hands resting on his shoulders and her arms bent against his chest. As she rested her head, the strong arms around her waist tightened.

"Morning 'Mione…" he said sleepily

She smiled into his chest. He was so… perfect when he was half asleep.

"Morning."

She looked up and he kissed her forehead. She had never felt so safe, so protected.

"Nightmare?"

It sounded like a question, but she knew it wasn't. He knew her to well.

"Why can't they just stop?"

Ron didn't really know how to respond to that, but he had a feeling she didn't expect him too. Instead he gently placed his hand on her head and tucked her under his chin.

"I don't know, love. I don't know."