Author's note: Bangers and mash. British slang for sausage and potatoes. Sorry if this is incredibly long, but hey, I'm on a roll!

..."Harry! Ron!" Hermione screamed as someone pulled her back. He-who-must-not-be-named raised his wand high pointed it at her two best friends and said the two words that she couldn't bare...

"Hermione! Are you alright?" Parvati asked, looking down at her from her four poster.

Hermione woke up startled. She was sweating, but yet, she was so cold. "Wha' happened?"

"Good lord! You were moving violently and muttering 'no, don't' all the time. Are you sure you're alright?" Lavender said.

Hermione wiped the sweat from her forehead and got up to get her robe. "Where are you going?" Parvati asked.

"I'm just going to the common room to get some fresh air. It's incredibly stuffy in here." Hermione replied.

"Do you want any company?" Lavender asked, looking deeply concerned.

"I want to be alone if you don't mind; I want to clear my head." Hermione ascended down the girls' dormitory staircase and flopped down onto a big scarlet chair in front of the roaring fire. She was feeling restless. Pacing up and down, Hermione thought of the events that happened just three months ago. Her mind played everything. Like some sick and scary motion picture. Starting from when that bitch, Umbridge began interrogating her and Harry. By the time she got to the brains, she was curled up into a ball, crying and shaking in fear.

I don't want to go back to the dormitories. Hermione thought. They'll pester me about what I dreamt about, and it would be utter Hell. She giggled shakily because she used a swear word, something that she usually doesn't do. I don't want to be in here alone. When she thought that, she let out a tiny sob. It's three a.m. and there's no school tomorrow, maybe, I could sit with Ron for a few minutes, pray to Merlin he won't mind.

Hermione got up, and advanced toward the boys' dormitory staircase and opened the door. She sweetly looked at everyone sleeping. She saw Neville drooling, Seamus's foot popping out of his blanket, Dean curled up in a ball, snoring. Harry and Ron looked like they weren't having a good night. Harry was shaking, and Ron viciously turning his head side-to-side in his four poster, with his blanket on the floor. To her surprise, Ron was only in a pair of scarlet boxers. She crept up to Ron's bed, and kneeled in front of him.

"Ron?" Hermione whispered into Ron's ear.

"Wha'? Mum, I don't want any bangers and mash." Ron muttered sleepily.

"Ron," Hermione whispered again into his ear. "Can you wake up, please?"

"Mum? I told you a thousand times, Hermione hates pink!" Ron muttered.

Hermione giggled, and shook him. Which, was a sort of difficult task, because he was almost a foot taller.

Ron blinked his eyes, and look towards Hermione. "Herm- YAWN ione? What are you doing in here, it's three in the morning, and classes will start tomorrow."

"Tomorrow is Saturday, Ron."

"Oh. Why are you in here, you rarely come in here, you should be in bed."

"I'm scared, Ron. I had this nightmare and I couldn't sleep. I didn't want Parvati and Lavender pestering me, so, I wanted to sit with you for a few minutes so they'll go to sleep. If you don't want me in here, I'll just sit with Ginny or something." Hermione sighed.

"No. No, it's alright, here, you take the blanket, I'll sit at the foot of the bed." Ron replied.

"Ok," Hermione whispered. Ron got up, tucked Hermione in, and sat at the foot of the bed, just as he said.

"It's just so scary, what happened to me you, Harry, and everyone. I'm just so scared that I'll lose Harry-" She began to sob. "and you." Hermione's salty tears fell down her cheeks, and made her face shine in the moon light. She was on her knees, and literally fell against Ron's bare skin and sobbed. Ron held her tight, and caressed her hair.

"It'll be alright Mione," Ron whispered, wiping Hermione's tears with his blanket. They just sat there for a few minutes, until Hermione suddenly said, "Its 3:30, I'll go now."

"No. Don't, I don't want you to leave. I hate admit this, but, I've been having some nightmares myself, so could you stay just a bit longer," Ron whispered, as he saw Dean stir, but quickly fell asleep again. Hermione just nodded, and sat back in Ron's four poster. "Let me take your robe, you'll feel more comfortable." Hermione didn't say a word, and her robe fell right off of her. To Ron's surprise, she was wearing a small tank top and a small pair of silk baby blue knickers. Ron's eyes wandered to her knickers, and Hermione blushed.

Hermione crawled in bed, and Ron just sat at the foot, looking at her, and yawned. "You must be tired, I'll let you have the bed." Hermione whispered.

"It's alright, you can have as much bed as you want." Ron replied.

"No, no, no, I insist." Hermione whispered, lifting up the blanket so he could crawl in.

Ron crawled into the covers, and gave Hermione a hug. As she was getting up, Ron grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in.

"Please, don't leave. I...I don't...I don't want you to get nightmares." Ron whispered, looking at the clock, which read 4:13.

Hermione went into the covers with Ron. She wrapped her arms around his waist, and dug her head into his chest.

"Good night, Mione." Ron whispered.

"Good night, love...Ron, Ron I mean. Good night Ron. Good night Ron." Hermione replied, looking incredibly embarassed. Hermione crawled on top of Ron's chest, and had a dreamless sleep.

"Oh Merlin, what is that?" Dean asked, pointing to the lump in Ron's blanket.

"I don't know, I just don't know. I dare you to see what it is." Seamus laughed.

"Bloody Whizbee's! It's Herm-"

Ron, Hermione, and Harry woke up startled. "You're a lucky man, Ron." Dean sniggered.

"How did you pull a stunt like that? Parvati never did that with me!" Seamus chuckled.

"Just GET OUT!" Ron roared, grabbing his wand.

"Fine, fine." Dean retorted, and left with Seamus. Neville woke up, looking sort of startled, said good morning to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and left with no questions.

"I better be going into my dormitory. Good bye, Ron. Bye Harry. I'll talk to you guys at breakfast." Hermione muttered, and dashed out of the boys' dormitory.

"What's this all about?" Harry said grinning.

"Shut up, you smarmy bastard." Ron grunted angrily as he put on some muggle weekend clothes.

"I want to know, Ron. Are you guys going out?"

"Fine, fine. Ok, Hermione was scared, and she came in here because she wanted my company, and then we just fell asleep. No sex, no kissing, nothing."

"Right. I'll confirm this with Hermione later. See you at breakfast." Harry laughed as he walked down to the common room.

By the time Ron got to the Great Hall for breakfast, students were abuzz with conversation. Gryffindors whistled and clapped at Ron as he sat down.

"Just don't say anything Ron." Hermione whispered.

"Well it isn't Weasel and Mud blood. How can you stoop so low and sleep with this, this, this MUD BLOOD WHORE?" Malfoy said behind Ron.

Ron's eyes seared with anger, and got up.

"Please, Ron, don't." Hermione sighed.

"Muddy is right, you shouldn't fight with me. My father-"

"Oh shut up and go snog Crabbe or something, I don't want to deal with your shit right now." Ron replied and sat down.

"You will pay Weasel. You will pay." Malfoy sniggered, and returned to the Slytherin table.

"What was that all about?" Ginny asked, approaching Ron, Harry and Hermione.

"Malfoy's just being a fucking tosser, like usual." Ron grunted, jamming his fork into his porrige.

"I hear from some hufflepuff girls that you and Hermione were sleeping with each other last night." Ginny looked at Ron and Hermione, then Harry, grinning, then she laughed.

"I'll explain later. McGonagall is coming." Hermione told Ginny from the corner of her mouth.

"Miss Granger, Mister Weasley, come with me into my office now." Professor McGonagall muttered, leading them into her office.

"I heard by many of the students, that you two were sleeping in the same dormitory. In the same bed too. You two better explain, and it better be good. Or I will have to dock 50 points from both of you.

"Hem," Hermione coughed. "I've been having some nightmares lately about recent events, I was having a horrible night. Lavender and Parvati were trying to comfort me, but they didn't do much. So I sat in the common room, I didn't want to go into the dormitories because Lavender and Parvati were pestering me, so I went up to the boys' dorms. There, Ron comforted me when I was crying, and we just fell asleep. When I was with Ron, I didn't feel uncomfortable, I had a very nice dreamless sleep when I was in there. I'm telling the truth Professor. "

"I see. Mister Weasley, explain." McGonagall said.

"I was sleeping. Hermione came in, crying, so I calmed her, and we just sort of fell asleep. I've been having a couple of nightmares myself, and I was very happy having her around. Yep." Ron said.

"I see. Why didn't you come tell Madam Pomfrey or me? OR any of the other professors?" Professor McGonagall muttered.

"I thought I could try to get rid of them myself, but unfortunatly I was unsuccessful." Hermione answered.

"Yeah. Same with me." Ron was looking down at his shoes.

"I see. I don't want you two to be dependent on sleeping potions, and I don't want you sleeping with each other," Professor McGonagall, sighed.

"Well, we feel better when we're around each other." Ron said.

"I don't know if I can allow it. Ask Madame Pomfrey for some sleeping potions, and I'll talk this over with Dumbledore. I simply can't let students sleep with each other. That's just plain mad. But, you two, under the circumstances of what happened a few months ago..." Her voice trailed off.

"May we be excused?" Hermione asked McGonagall.

"Yes. Yes you may. I'll tell you your punishment, and what to to about your dreams tomorrow."