Lonely night
Lonely night
When the war was over it was weird for Hermione to sleep in a room without Ron's loud snoring or Harry's soft gasps of air and quiet moans that came from trying to silence one's nights terrors.
She came back to Hogwarts with her boys, but they weren't in the same room together anymore, or in the same bed anymore as they became accustomed to after she and Ron decided to stay in Harry's bed to help him cope with bed nightmares.
She was used to the feeling of Ron's protective embrace on her shoulder while her hand would lay in Harry's to give him a sense of comfort, or the nights where she would feel the two of them on each side of her making her feel warm and oh so safe even in the middle of war.
They were three parts of a whole, and when she lay there in her bed in Hogwarts, without her boys, and only the sounds of soft breathing from both her female friends- and she uses the term lightly for though they are friendly to each other her real friends and family will always be her boys- and yet they are not with her right now.
Softly as though not to awaken the two girls she crept down the stairs until she reached the common room, no one was there as it was the middle of the night, the fire was still burning slightly and cast a burning shadow on the place in where she spent a lot of her time In the past few years, thought now she thought it just looked lonely.
And she was right, the room bare of people, bare of her boys was so cold and lonely and the feeling of loneliness and emptiness in it only made her want to cry.
But she didn't, she only did what she knew would make her feel safe and warm again, regardless of the rules she thought my boys are rubbing off on me, and she gave a quiet giggle at the double meaning of those words.
Creeping up the stairs to the boys dorms she arrived to those specialized to the students who were supposed to be seventh year last year.
She opened the door quietly, making sure not make any noise that would disturb the other occupants of the dorm.
Entering the room she quickly went to the bed she knew belonged to one lanky redhead with a temper to match. She opened the curtains surrounding the bed and wasn't very surprised to see he wasn't there. That, she knew only meant one thing, and quickly she came to a halt in front of Harry's bed and when she opened the curtains she smiled- she had to- for Ron was on his back eyes wide open, running his fingers through Harry's unkempt hair while her other boy was lying half on Ron and half on the other side of the four poster bed, he was awake as was well and his hand was rubbing circles down Ron's hip through the thin fabric of his pajamas.
When she came into view the two immediately made her some space between the two of them, she crawled inside the bed answering the silent communication she knew annoyed half the people who knows them and amused the other half.
Harry and Ron were on either side of her, she quickly gave Harry a little pack on the lips than turned around on the bed and gave the same to Ron, he was next when he gave her another kiss on the lips this one lasting longer than before, than turning to Harry and giving him another kiss on the lips, this one Harder, she knew, for her Harry was a minx, something most people would never think of her quiet brave friend and lover.
Than it was Harry's turn, he was always much less affectionate towards others and she blamed it on his family- relatives she reminded herself they were his family now, he still kissed her forehead and kissed Ron cheek. Than the three of them lay down and she was wrapped between the two of them and she felt safe and warm and the feelings of loneliness from before were gone replaced by the buzz she always got from being with the boys.
Her boys.