Cold Winds on Warm Nights CHAPTER 1
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A bushy haired sixteen year old girl woke up with a start from another of her nightmares. Convincing herself that it was only a dream, that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was not planning another attack, or at least not yet, she drifted back off to sleep.
A cool wind brushed past the bottom of her robes and she looked towards its origin. Through the fog she could see a hooded figure approaching slowly. She glanced behind her, searching for Harry and Ron, her best friends and members of the famous threesome, but saw no one. She could now see that the person cloaked in dark robes was Voldemort. He withdrew his wand with his long, pale, spindly fingers. With a shaking hand he pointed it at her and began to shout in a raspy voice, "Avada Ke—"
Hermione bolted upright in her bed. She surveyed her surroundings, still breathing hard, and remembered that she was spending the summer at The Burrow, and was in Ron's room. Mrs. Weasley had set up an extra bed in his room when Hermione had described her nightmares. Since Ginny was away for a few weeks visiting friends, the only logical place for Hermione to stay was with Ron. Both teenagers were secretly grateful for this coincidence. Though they both thought of each other as more than just best mates, they were both also too afraid to admit it.
After trying to close her eyes and go to sleep multiple times, she finally gave up and watched Ron's sleeping body, his muscular chest slowly rising and falling. She couldn't sleep. Slowly crawling out of bed, she made her way over to Ron's side. She nudged him awake.
"Wha…what's going on 'Mione?"
"I can't sleep."
"Well…d'you want to…" He didn't need to finish. She was already sliding her tiny body under the covers. Ron moved over slightly and Hermione nestled in beside him. He pulled the covers up around them.
"Ron?"
"Yeah?"
"When do you think Vol—he's coming back?" She rolled onto her side to face him, and he noticed her teary eyes and fearful face. He pulled her close to him in a platonic 'best mates' hug.
"I don't know 'Mione. I just don't know." Hermione relaxed into the arms of her best friend, falling asleep on his chest, her messy brown hair thrown over his shoulder.
Sorry it was short...it's my first one. Review, and I'll update, and hopefully I'll get better. Story ideas/comments always welcome.