A/N: I'm back, and with a Harry/Hermione fanfiction! I really hope y'all like this! Please leave a review and let me know what you think! Also, this is not cannon, but I want to say thank you to rebecca-in-blue for pointing something out (this story has been edited). Thanks for letting me know about my tiny mistake, and I am so glad you liked the story!

Disclaimer: Everything but the plot belongs to Joanna Kathleen Rowling.

I'll Make the Nightmares Go Away

"Harry!"

Harry looked down at the sleeping form of his girlfriend, Hermione Granger. Her head was in his lap, and she had a pained expression on her face as she yelled his name in her sleep. Harry looked up nervously at Professor McGonnagall and Dumbledore. They had offered to let him stay, along with Hermione, at their home for the summer before Sixth Year, and Harry had eagerly accepted, excited to get away from the Dursleys.

Harry set his transfiguration textbook down on the arm of the couch, and his professors watched him, concerned.

"'Mione," he whispered softly to the sleeping girl, nudging her gently. "Wake up. It's me, Harry."

"No!"

The teen let out a loud gasp and bolted into a sitting position, her hands immediately flying to her head and her chest heaving.

"Hermione!" Harry exclaimed, moving from his seat to kneel in front of her. He took her face gently into his hands, and she looked down at him. "What happened?"

Harry knew a nightmare when he saw one. He had them every night.

Hermione only shook her head and flung herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face into his neck as she sobbed quietly, her shoulders shaking.

"Y-you- you d-d…" she couldn't finish her sentence, but Harry knew what she was going to say.

"I died?" Harry asked in a whisper, wrapping his arms around her and rubbing her back soothingly.

Hermione answered him by holding him tighter.

"Shh," Harry soothed, pulling her even closer and murmuring into her ear. "I'm right here, see? It's alright, 'Mione. It was just a dream… it was just a dream."

"It felt so real," she whispered into his shirt. "I- I-"

Harry pulled away just enough to brush the tears off of her cheeks with his thumbs, rubbing soothing circles onto her cheeks.

"Look at me, Hermione," he commanded kindly.

Her golden chocolate eyes stared into his bright, emerald green ones, and she seemed to calm down.

"I'm okay," he assured her. "It wasn't real. It was just a dream, 'Mione."

Hermione sniffed and nodded, and proceeded to lay her head on Harry's shoulder.

"Promise me," she said, her voice muffled but still clear as day, "that when all of this- the war, the fighting, all of it- that when it's all over, you'll be okay. Promise me, Harry. I can't lose you."

Harry's breath caught and he looked at Dumbledore, whose eyes were devoid of the twinkle that had always been there. He took a deep breath, smiled sadly, and replied,

"I promise."

He stood, pulling Hermione up with him, and went back to the couch, where he sat down and pulled Hermione back down. She placed her head back in his lap, and her eyes closed tightly as Harry lovingly stroked her hair.

"Sleep," he told her. "I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere."

"Promise?" she mumbled, already half asleep.

"Promise," he said again, and added, "Sleep, 'Mione. I'll make the nightmares go away for you."

Hermione didn't respond, and as she fell into a slow, dreamless sleep, she knew that as long as Harry was with her, the nightmares wouldn't be so bad.