This is part of a fic trade that KS and I decided to do, just for fun. He wrote a Kataang and I wrote Ron/Hermione. It's my first time writing a HP fic, but I hope it turned out okay!

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It had been five years since the war had ended. Five years of not having to live in fear. Five glorious and wonderful years.

Yet, one man was not happy.

And his name was Ronald Bilius Weasley.

Although everyone's lives had been peaceful during this time period, his had not. He had been plagued with haunting nightmares about his brother. Ron had never told anyone, but secretly, he blamed himself for Fred's death. He felt like he could have saved him, been there to push him out of the way in time to stop the curse from hitting him. But now it was too late. He was gone.

But Ron's mind didn't seem to think so.

Which is why, once again, he awoke in the middle of the night, sweating and panting heavily; his heart pounded loudly against his chest.

He took in his surroundings. He was in his bed back home, moonlight streaming in through his window, drenching everything in a faint glow.

"Ron…?" he heard someone ask.

He started. He had almost forgotten that Hermione had come to stay over for the weekend. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and looked up at him from her place on the mattress lying a few feet away from his bed.

"Are you okay?" she asked gently, concerned for him. She already had a general idea what this was about.

"Yeah," he muttered. 'It was nothing - just another nightmare. Go back to sleep."

She shook her head slowly, then stood up and walked over to his bed, sitting on it without a word. He turned himself around and sat next to her. She spoke after a few moments of silence.

"Do you want to talk about it? You might feel better if you do," she offered.

He sighed and turned his head to face her. His eyes glittered with unshed tears. She wrapped her arms around him, trying to make him feel better.

The walls immediately came crashing down. He began to sob into his girlfriend's shoulder, letting out all his emotions as she held him close.

"It's…I…I should've been there for him!" he cried.

Hermione was confused, but said nothing as she continued to hold him, rubbing his back rhythmically to soothe him.

He continued. "It's all my fault! I was there – I could've done something! If I wasn't such an idiot, I could've stopped Fred from dying! But now, it's too late. Too late…"

"It's not your fault, Ron," she said softly. "There was nothing you could do. Nothing any of us could do. But he wouldn't have wanted you to beat yourself up over this."

He whimpered, burying his face deeper into her shoulder.

"I have a feeling Fred's watching us right now," she added. "And he's probably wondering why you're being such an idiot, crying all over me when you didn't do anything."

She felt him smile against her, and she broke out into a grin too.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I've kept you up all this while."

"Don't be," she replied with a smile.

They stayed in the same position till morning, when a certain older brother barged in to wake his sibling. Needless to say, the couple was very silent at the breakfast table as George kept glancing at them, a smirk evident on his features.

It was going to be a long weekend.

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Hope you enjoyed it! R&R – constructive criticism welcomed!