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Fleeting Thoughts of the Heart

Coffee

Ron woke up in the middle of the night and stared at the ceiling. He had been doing this a lot lately, most likely it was stress, being one of the few people who actually realised that a war had just begun could be quite a stressful situation after all. Sick of staring at the ceiling he crept out of bed and down the stairs.

Hermione stood in front of the cupboard, she wasn't hungry, but it was three in the morning and she still wasn't anywhere near sleep. So she gave up and came into kitchen to poke around the cupboard and waste a bit more time until morning.

Ron wandered into the kitchen in maroon pajamas "you awake too" he greeted Hermione "haven't slept yet and I've never been more bored" she answered "coffee?" she asked, tapping the kettle with her wand "or are you still clinging to the feint hope you might get back to sleep tonight?"

"I'll have a coffee"

The kettle began to whistle, the shrill sound piercingly bright in the silent house. Hermione jumped and rapped it sharply with her wand again, calming the jet of steam shooting from the spout.

They sat across the table from each other, hands wrapped around the hot mugs "you know why we can't sleep" said Hermione suddenly "fear" Ron didn't need to say anything, she knew exactly what he was feeling because she was going through exactly the same thing as him, only she knew how to put it into words "fear because we could die tomorrow, and thats always been the case, it's just that now it's even more likely"

"Is that supposed to be comforting?"

"No, not really"

You know what I don't get, most people who have that hanging over their heads are suddenly overwhelmed by how amazing life is. But to me it's just the same, except that any day now all the people I care about might die"

They both sipped at their coffee "it's not really fair is it?" said Hermione, Ron just drank more coffee, she was right, but there wasn't a damn thing anyone could do about it, that's why everyone was pretending it wasn't really true. They both looked at each other, a sudden connection ran between their eyes, a perfect understanding of each others thoughts and feelings.

The remaining coffee in their cups lay forgotten until daybreak.