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It had been two weeks since the Battle at Hogwarts, and though everyone was ecstatic that Voldemort was gone for good, everyone was still in deep mourning for those who had died in the Battle. As Ron lay in his bed at the Burrow staring at the darkened ceiling, trying not to let his mind wander to thoughts of Fred, his door cracked open, and then closed just as swiftly.
"Ron? Are you awake?" Hermione whispered.
"Yes love," Ron whispered back, quickly wiping the tears away that had sprung to his eyes seconds before at the thought of his brother.
As Hermione climbed into his bed and snuggled up against him for warmth, Ron wrapped his arms around her gratefully. She always made him feel better when he was thinking about stuff like that. The same was true for her; sometimes she would wake up screaming, having nightmares about being tortured at Malfoy Manor, and it was so much more comforting to realize that she was safe when she was in Ron's arms.
As the two relaxed in each other's arms and drifted off to sleep, Ron's thoughts wandered to the night after the Battle.
[Flashback]
After everyone had decided it would be best to get some sleep, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and other Gryffindors made their way up to Gryffindor Tower to their dormitories. Harry fell asleep soon after his head hit the pillow, too mentally and physically exhausted to think properly any longer.
This left Ron in his bed, shaking silently, at all the thoughts flashing through his head. Fred, struck down, face still smiling, all his fault. Harry, laying limply in Hagrid's arms, thought to be dead, all his fault. Hermione's screams echoing terribly off the walls at the Malfoy Manor, all his fault. As each of these images reeled through his head, he only shook harder with silent sobs. How could he have let Fred die like that? He was right there...Right there, next to him. He could have blocked the curse... But now it's too late. He's already gone... And Hermione. Hermione, being tortured like that. Right above his head, and he couldn't do a thing about it. Her screams were echoing in his head, getting louder and louder...
"R-Ron?" Hermione's shaky voice broke through his thoughts. "C-Can I come in?"
Ron quickly turned to look at her, and saw in the moonlight coming in through the window that her face was red and covered in tears. She was shaking and holding herself as though she were about to break apart.
"Of course," Ron whispered.
Momentarily forgetting about his own problems, he began climbing out of bed as Hermione rushed towards him and practically fell into his arms. It seemed that she was shaking involuntarily, and she was clinging to him as though if she let go, she would never get him back.
"Shh...It's okay...It's all over. I've got you. You're safe." Ron whispered to her.
She looked up at him, tears leaking out of her eyes, and said "I'm s-sorry. Y-You have more things g-going on than I do and h-here I am c-crying like a child. I'm s-s-sor..." But she was cut short by Ron leaning down to kiss her softly.
"You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm glad you came in here, I actually feel a lot better with you here, even if you are crying," Ron told her, grinning. He wiped a tear off her cheek. Hermione smiled shyly. She had stopped sobbing; the kiss seemed to have wiped all other things from her mind, as Ron hoped it might. Well, plus he really wanted to kiss her.
She was clearly exhausted, as was he, so he gently got back into bed, bringing her with him. This was such a natural move, neither of them questioned it, and fell asleep instantly in each other's arms.
[Flashback over]
Ron smiled at the memory, and fell asleep with Hermione in his arms once again.
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