A/N: This one's really short, and maybe should be combined with another, but I don't want to, so.
Safe and Sound
The battle was hardly over.
The Order was outside fighting.
Hermione and Ron had wanted to, too, but in the conditions they were in, Molly wouldn't let them.
They were in the Gryffindor common room alone. They could hear the battle, and could tell it was close. Incredibly close.
Ron had a flashback to their first year, when he had unknowingly caused Hermione to go cry in the bathroom. He remembered how helpless and small she had looked, even though he know how brave she was inside.
She looked like that now.
He put his arm around her, and whispered small comforts I'm her ear.
"It'll be alright," he said. "Harry'll be fine. We'll be fine. We'll make it out of this. We'll destroy Voldemort before he ever gets a chance to destroy us. We'll be safe in the morning Shhh... It's okay..."
They fell asleep like that, him holding on to her. For his or her safety, he wasn't sure. Maybe both. But he knew her warmth was comforting, and probably vice versa.
They both wished they could stay like that forever, and the battle would end.
And it did.
And they did.