A/N: For the Mount (13/55, prompt: (could be) canon fic) and the Alpha and Omega Challenge (lullaby).

He shifts beside her, his breathing heavy and uneven. Hermione doesn't have to ask. They've all had nightmares since the war, even Ron who is too proud to admit it.

"Ron," she whispers, nudging his shoulder. "Ron, wake up."

He bolts upright, his right hand grasping in the darkness. Hermione wonders if the time will come when their first instinct isn't to reach for a wand in the dead of night. Slowly, his movements calm, and his eyes find hers in the darkness.

"Bad dream?"

He nods.

Hermione moves closer to him, wrapping him into a hug and pulling him back down. "It's okay, Ron," she says gently, kissing a small trail from his cheek to the corner of his lips.

"It's been a year," he grumbles. "This is ridiculous."

"Trauma doesn't just go away."

"Did you read that in a book?"

"Actually, yes."

Ron laughs, and Hermione can almost feel his walls coming down. He relaxes against her, curling closer. "Why am I not surprised?" he murmurs in sleep-heavy tones.

"Go back to sleep," she says, brushing a hand through his hair.

"Can't."

Hermione smiles to herself. He's still too stubborn. At least some things never change.

"Lullaby," she sings, cringing at her own voice. "And goodnight. Go to sleep, little-"

"Hermione, I'm not six."

"You ruined it."

She can feel his lips curl into a smile against her shoulder. "I know. But that's why you love me."