A/N: Hello! I've just started a new fic, I'll post them as drabble series.
Happily Ever Afters
Summary: Takes place after DH, ignores Epilogue.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Starts out as a sketch... Please let me know what you thinkā¦
The sound of her footsteps echoed in the quiet girls' dormitory, contrary to the celebration downstairs. She let out a big heavy sigh after she finally closed the door behind her. Leaning against it, she took in her surroundings. The girls' dorm room was empty, as she expected it to be. The room was bathed in moonlight, not as warm as the common room but she didn't mind. She was glad to get away from the party.
She plopped down on her bed, which she didn't sleep in for ages. No one could blame her for her escape; it wasn't like she didn't celebrate after all. But she really thought it was getting ridiculous. It was the second night after the defeat of Voldemort and people still couldn't stop. She suspected that it'd last for at least one week.
But the noise was starting to get to her and their happiness seemed so... unreal. A defeated Voldemort didn't bring back all of their losses. It didn't make them less pointless, not right now. She changed during the war, maybe even more than she could know now, but understand later. She felt that it wasn't her way to make the pain go away, the pretending and forced happiness. She was very thankful for having the war ended and pulling through. But something was on... Something she couldn't put a finger on...
Laying in her bed and gazing at the Hogwarts grounds, the feeling of indifference about herself became stronger. She was tired, she knew. She felt like crying and she couldn't care less about where she was going from here. Perhaps she'd let the loved ones decide that from now on. Mission accomplished; she had tried to do everything in her power to help the wizarding world, to keep him alive... It was time to rest. Oh, how she wanted to rest...
She shifted in her bed to a more comfortable position. However, the anxiety hadn't eased. A hundred of things were going in her mind, the loud music agitating her. Once she toyed with the idea of going back down to join them, but Harry wasn't there and Ron was drunk. She felt horrible but she didn't want to deal with a suffering Ron right now. Or other Weasleys. And she didn't want to pretend anymore, like she did all sixth year. She was awfully tired to.
Wondering if he was in the castle or in the school grounds, thinking of him she fell asleep.
tbc
