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Hermione placed her bag down nervously on the table; she was late again tonight, very late.

She felt her whole body fill with a familiar sense of dread. For a few hours she had escaped, escaped this dull and miserable routine that she was stuck in. All she and Draco had done was talk....about everything. She told him some things that she had never even imagined she could tell him, considering the animosity between them in school. But it had felt easy to talk to him, surprisingly easy.

She walked into the kitchen where Ron sat, staring at the walls. His face looked pale and his eyes where sunken as they always were these days.

"Hi." She whispered gently kissing his cheek. His face felt cold, like he'd been sitting there all day.

"How are you?" She asked sitting down next to him.

He nodded silently.

She sat there not knowing what to say, "I've had a really busy day at work, I err had loads of paperwork to do because of that big mistake Valerie did the other day, do you remember I told you about that!?" She looked at his expressionless face.

"Yeah well...err...I haven't stopped all day..... I was thinking Chinese for tea. What do you reckon? Ron?"

"Not hungry" He grunted tuning his back to her as he walked out the room.

Alone again, she sighed deeply.

She sat up in her bed; beyond tired, her eyes ached to close but she wouldn't let them. She stared at Ron lying next to her. He laid tossing and turning having another one of his nightmares about that day.

The memories haunted him of the day Harry had died; he would always replay them over and over again in his head. Night times where the worst, Ron seemed to lose all sense of reality, totally lost in the memories. He would see it all over again. The screams, the cries, the shocked silence followed by death.

Hermione knew of his torment, and silent tears ran down her face. It killed her to see her once happy, funny boyfriend reduced to so much pain. Every night she heard him relive Harry's death.

"HARRY!" Ron sat bolt up straight in bed, sweat dripping of his back. He gasped for air as reality sunk in.

"Ron ssh it's alright, you're ok!" Hermione said desperate to soothe him.

"No!" He cried, "No Hermione it's not alright, it'll never be alright." He whispered, "It was all my fault."

"Oh please, please Ron you've got to stop blaming yourself. Please. Harry's death was not your fault." She gently stroked his back to reassure him.

"Then why? Why won't they go away? It's been two years!?" He asked her, his voice shaking as he held desperately onto her hand. She pulled him into an embrace, tears freely running down her face at the sight of his eyes so full of fear and pain.

"The nightmares will stop in time, I promise you."

Ron placed his head on her shoulder wanting desperately to believe what she was saying was true. Slowly after what seemed like hours of just holding him in her arms Hermione was sure Ron was asleep. She didn't know how much more she could take of this, the same thing every night, the same routine, the same pain.

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