Hey y'all! Okay, this chapter is, like, extremely short, so I'll probably have posted another one before it, because I do want to have some suspense play out. Er, try to, at least. Anyways, this chapter right here, this one, the one you're reading right now, is extremely important. Kind of. SO, even if you don't feel like bothering to read it, you should, because it may help you understand the story line.
The next day, Charlie felt something was off. Of course, he couldn't put his finger on it. the only out-of-ordinary thing happened during the night, when Hermione came to him with a nightmare. He sighed. Hermione's nightmares were getting worse and worse, and much more common. At least once a week.
How she dealt with them by herself was a mystery. Hers from last night had been terrible. After he managed to calm her down, she fell asleep sitting in his lap. He had, after making sure she wouldn't wake up, laid her down in her own bed, and pulled her blanket over her. She looked peaceful, less troubled than he had ever seen her. He smiled at the thought.
Hermione was always in deep. If there was a glitch in the matrix, she'd be in the smack middle of it, doing her best to do what she thought was right. She didn't deserve to be troubled with nightmares. Poor girl. Charlie felt bad for her, she was such an amazing girl, and she had a lot of problems draped over her. He sighed, hoping he would always be there when she needed him to be. He also hoped Fred would be able to help her once they married.
It'll be suspicious if she appeared late at night to his flat in Romania. And making the Ministry suspicious was a bad idea. Charlie got up from his spot by the lake, and began walking back to the Burrow, wondering if she wanted to head down to Hogsmeade for a little while. And maybe Ginny, too. That's when it hit him. He burst into a run, and ran all the way back to the Burrow.