Well here's chapter two... enjoy

Its now been about two days, since Ron left and Hermione had remained in the same state. The day after the fight with Ron, we packed up the camp and decided to keep moving, knowing that Ron was not coming back. After arriving to the new location we'd found, another close by forest, Hermione, I could feel next to me, begin to shake and sniffle, trying to hold back more tears. This soon resulted later into silent sobs as she sat on an old tree stump while I performed every concealment charm that I could possibly think of. All the while, I never looked at her face. I couldn't...it killed me to. After that first few minutes of Ron's departure, I prayed to myself that I'd never see her cry or look that of hurt on her face again...that somehow I'd be able to take all that pain away. But I wasn't able to.

When the forest was under every concealment and silence charm I knew and the tent was set up for the time, I walked over to Hermione and sat next to her on the stump. She said nothing as she leaned her head onto my shoulder as she continued to cry. I wrapped my arms securely around her, hoping that I could calm the consistent shaking that racked her body. I wasn't sure if it was from the sudden coolness that had taken over the day or if it was the painful sobs...I hoped it was just the cold.

We remained silent as we sat on that stump until her sobs slowly decreased and her shaking was calmed. After removing her head from my shoulder, she turned her head towards me and looked me straight in the eye with her puffy, teared ones. She gave a heavy sigh and muttered an 'I'm sorry' for crying again. I didn't know what to say to her so I gently put one hand over hers and used the other to wipe the tear stains from her cheeks with my sleeves and told her not to worry, that it was okay. She sat quietly for another moment before announcing that she was going inside the tent.

After she got up and entered the tent, I continued to sit outside thinking. It persisted to kill me every time I'd see her cry and or ache with pain from Ron leaving. I knew Ron had felt something for Hermione, but, in my opinion, if he really cared about her he'd have still stayed for her sake despite our vicious fight. But he didn't and now Hermione is living with this hurt that I know she's trying to hide from me. The whole thought sickens me. And I was hoping she'd somehow find the strength to move on and that her tears would cease to come. But my thoughts proved me wrong.

That night however, is when her nightmares started. I was set outside the tent keeping watch, much to Hermione's liking. She was supposed to take the first watch, but I knew by the glossiness of her eyes and the weariness in her voice that she was exhausted. The night was quiet, like it always was, and I was beginning to doze myself. Suddenly, however, from inside the tent I heard soft whimpers coming from Hermione's bunk. At first, I never thought it was a nightmare. Hermione's spells of crying have become somewhat constant now. So, I let her be and didn't go into the tent to check on her.

However, a few minutes later was when I heard her voice. She muttered words that sounded only of jumbled sentences. But every once in a while I heard Ron's name and things about death eaters and Voldemort. This is when she started to scream. I couldn't take it anymore. I ran into the tent, forgetting completely about keeping watch. I found her in her bunk with the covers in a disarray around her body, tears coming down from her face, and sweat on her brow. I knelt before her bed and began to shake her until she jerked awake, face full of panic and alarm. She continued to stare at me with wide eyes, the dream still running in her mind and tears still flowed quickly from her eyes.

"Hermione, its okay...it was just a dream," I whispered as I pulled her into my arms as she continued to cry, the dream's effect still on her.

"Oh Harry it was awful," She managed to choke in between sobs. "T-they got to him and were t-t-torturing him. They were torturing R-R-Ron," She continued, stumbling on his name.

I held her tighter and soothingly stroked her hair and rubbed her back trying to calm her sobs. I didn't know what to say, so I once again stayed silent continuing to try and comfort her and rid her of the fear that was painted in her eyes. It killed me to see her hurt by him leaving. But this. Seeing her having to suffer through this nightmare...it completely broke me inside. I hated seeing her like this.

After a while, her sobs quieted and her breathing was slower but once again I didn't let go. I was afraid to. But she was first to pull away.

She wiped her eyes and looked at me with her sad eyes, "Please... don't leave me to that nightmare again," she whispered softly. I looked at her and nodded. She moved over in her bunk and I pulled the covers back over her as I climbed in next to her on top of the covers. She rested her head on my chest as I wrapped my arm securely around her. I heard her sigh and let out a tiny whimper as she started to drift back to sleep. I gently kissed her head and told her that it was okay I was here and that she could sleep now. A few minutes later, she was asleep, her breathing even and peaceful. I, however, was no where close to sleep. I was kept awake by the constant worry that she would re-encounter the nightmare. I hoped that it wouldn't return. Sadly I was again wrong.

Ever since that night, she continues to have this same dream and every time I'm right there to rid her of it; holding her as she cries, then laying with her until she falls asleep and staying with her. Every time I see that horror in her eyes, it breaks my heart more. I was wishing that the pain from him leaving was going to go away, but it hasn't. Only another is being added by the constant nightmare. It kills me and I hope to god that this all goes away and she can feel happy again.

Well that's chapter two. I hope it was okay...