I won't let you choke / on the noose around your neck
.::.
She woke up screaming.
Merlin, the pain. It was so real. The Crucio felt raw and new in her bones, like it had just been freshly cast. Bellatrix's cackle was still in the back of her mind, cruel and calculating, finding absolute pleasure from the screaming and pleading she emitted.
Hermione took a deep breath and fought for the control of her rapidly-beating heart. No, no, no. This was just a dream. The war had been won for three years, and her fiance -
Was staring up at her with blue eyes, blinking and yawning.
"Hermione?" he murmured gently, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.
"It's nothing," she said, but her predicament was given away by the sob that punctuated her words.
"Nightmare?" he asked groggily.
"Yes," she said quickly, "but it's not a big deal. Go back to bed, Ron."
"No," he said, "c'mere."
She sat still for a moment before shifting closer towards him. She was always reluctant to talk about her dreams, but he wasn't asking questions...
Hermione pressed her face into his chest and fell asleep tucked in to his arms.
a/n - based off of the song 'The Cave' by Mumford and Sons. WC: 201.