The Battle of Hogwarts had been won; the war was over, Voldemort was dead. Those that were injured had been transferred to St Mungo's while those they had lost lay still in the Great Hall until they too could be taken to the hospital. Even in war a cause of death had to be discovered before funerals could be held. The families of their fallen hero's deserved to know this information at the very least. It was long past daybreak, the sun shone bright in the May Day sky, so beautiful and cheerful, as it beamed down upon the destruction of the past day. For a millennia Hogwarts had stood proud yet in less than a day it had fallen to evil wizards and dark creatures. Walls had crumbled, the Quidditch pitch had burned, ash, rubble and glass littered the grounds and hallways of the school. Hermione doubted that magic and wands could fix such damage; so much history and priceless artifacts had been destroyed.
In the wake of such destruction and the death of their leader, the remaining Death Eaters had fled leaving behind a building full of broken survivors grieving for those they had lost. Once those that needed medical assistance had been delt with, the adrenaline of those left had creased and many of the survivors had taken refuge in the Common Rooms, falling into beds without bothering to wash away the sweat, blood, and grime they were covered in. Some of the survivors stayed in the Great Hall, watching over their fallen friends or Family members too exhausted to even cry in the face of the grief that they felt. Some left the castle all together, escaping the horrors of the past twenty-four hours in search for their homes, their families that hadn't been at the battle, searching for peace and familiarity in a time of such horror.
One such family had been the Weasley's, when the battle had been won and no more could be done for the day, the family of redheads had gathered and returned to the Burrow. It was a miracle that none of them had been killed after all they'd all been present at the Battle; twelve of them if you included Fleur, Harry, and Hermione which of cause Mrs Weasley did. There had been a few close calls during the battle, Fred had almost been crushed by a wall and Ginny had almost been hit with the Killing Cruse but thank Merlin they were all alive. They'd stumbled into the house together and headed off to find a bed each; Molly and Arthur went to their room, Bill and Fleur to the childhood bedroom Bill had shared with Charlie, Percy shared his room with Charlie for the night, Ron went to his room in the attic while Ginny dragged Harry along to hers. Only the twins and Hermione remained in the living room of the Burrow.
George yawned and waved at his brother and his bushy haired friend as he ascended the stairs. Hermione approached the sofa and began moving cushions as a makeshift bed.
"Mione what are you doing," Fred asked amused.
"Making it comfortable to sleep on," she told him as she picked up an old, knitted throw that hung over one of the old stuffed armchairs within the room.
"Trust me when I say that sofa is uncomfortable," he told her.
"All the beds are taken, and I don't think I could transfigure a feather let alone a bed, I'm exhausted," she told him seriously.
"Mine's empty," he told her as he approached her quietly and wrapped his arms around her waist so her back was snugly against his chest while his hands rested against her stomach.
"Where would you sleep," she asked quietly, twisting in his grip so she could peer up into his hazel eyes.
"I was hoping I could sleep with you," he answered honestly.
"I'm too tired for sex," she told him firmly.
"No sex just sleeping," he replied, smiling down at her with a dimpled smile.
"Just sleep," she agreed.
"I've missed you Mi," Fred whispered leaning down to kiss her lips softly, their first kiss since the night of Bill and Fleur's wedding.
"I've missed you too Freddie," she whispered as he pulled away and led her up the stairs to the room that he'd shared with George as a child. George was already asleep, snoring peacefully in one of the small twin beds within the room. Fred led Hermione to the other and they both kicked off their shoes and snuggled together on the bed, Hermione safely cocooned within Fred's arms. Even without the ability to Nox the sunlight that shone brightly through the twin's bedroom window they soon fell into a peaceful slumber.