The next morning during breakfast Hermione jerked awake after having a fitful sleep. Her dreams, having an almost prophetic sense about them, were what worried Hermione, as they were more nightmarish than Hermione had ever had before:
DREAM
Hermione was in a dank hovel alone holding a gas lamp when without warning a icy blast of wind from an unknown source blew the flame out leaving her in pitch darkness. She started running in the direction of the nearest wall. But it was not there. She ran on, occasionally tripping on a darkened shape that was gone when she reached out for it.
Suddenly the scene changed so that all around her was a bonfire. She was naked, she realised when she looked down.
"'Mione, help us!" she looked around for people but seeing only raging fire.
Had she not been staring so intently at the dancing flames, she would not have seen the shadow people emerge from the darkness and begin throwing bodies on the flames, to douse them. She recognised them, horrified she realised they were Ron, Harry, Ginny, George and the rest of the Weasley family with the exception of Percy. Followed by Albus Dumbeldore running into the flames screaming and coming nearer and nearer to Hermione and as her hopes were beginning to rise, he grabbed her arm. When he let go she realised that she had a burnt hand print and his face started to melt like wax, she could feel his flesh dripping onto her skin. She screamed.
The scene changed again and she was in ST. Mungos hospital and giving birth when she looked at her left she could see Percy gripping her arm just as Dumbeldore had a few moment ago. He then let go to hold on to the baby she had just birthed then passed the baby to her and she thought she remembered the face. Her first thought was Voldemort, so, she dropped the baby like a hot potato and it shattered like glass.
DREAM
Hermione, mind still perplexed about the dream, barely noticed an embarrassed Ron enter with a plate full of mouth-watering food, until he dropped it on the bedside table.
"How are you feeling?" he said gingerly as he was still in awe of his friend's new beauty.
"Fine, fine" she lied, "it wasn't that big of a bump"
"I'm so so sorry Hermy!" .To which hermione flushed, thinking, it was bad enough that Grawp called her that let alone one of her dearest friends. She also thought, please god let me out of this dam bed; if I stay here any longer I'll begin to fester. Just coz you and Harry are to over protective. Of course when she decided to say this out loud she toned it down a bit, for Ron's sake.
"Please Ron can I get out of bed," she batted her golden eyes seductively, "pretty please."
"Well you still look a bit pale so I don't know?"
"Ron will you let her get out of bed, she's a grown woman," Behind Ron was the speaker, obviously one of the twins but from the bed she couldn't see which as all she could see was his silhouette, she didn't much care (both are kinda hot) because she could have thrown her arms around him and kissed him until her lips bruised, just for sticking up for her of course. "Plus the most fantastic and good-looking Nurse George is here to care for her little bro!" Ron snorted at the thought of George doing anything other then cause headaches and stormed out of the room.
"You know I'm kind of getting used to his loud exits though my head is ringing a bit," Hermione supposed, before realising that George had heard. Her pale complexion pinked in embarrassment. Georges eyes softened as her stunning features flushed. "Thank you my knight in shining armour!" she whispered.
"No my armours upstairs this is what I just threw on coz the armours a dead weight going downstairs!", he sighed dramatically.
"Well?" hermione flirted playing along, "I would give you a favour as a token of my gratitude (2 much Shrek) but alas I have none spare so instead I will give you a kiss to wear with your fine armour!" Hermione could not last any longer and sprang on George pinning him to the bed, she planted a long kiss on his lips before finally pulling back for air.
"Well dear lady no such token as fine as that has ever been bestowed upon a knight!" George laughed and lay down on the bed next to hermione, " I'll have to help you more often …" he looked sideways at her grinning, "Hermy!" with barely a moments notice hermione was out of the bed grabbing her pillow and started pounding on George. By retaliation George to jumped up but grabbed Hermione instead, "your coming with me" he laughed and started to carry her down the stairs, her flailing all the way.
When George jumped from the first floor balcony on to the floor Hermione had grabbed his neck and held on for dear life.
"Well I'll have to do that more often but maybe not so tight next time?" pulling down his collar to reveal a red mark where her arms had been. She gasped apologetically, and gave him a quick kiss on the neck
"To make it feel better," she whispered.
Overlooked by both the kitchen door opened where Ron was about to step out, but as soon as he saw the scene in front he turned and closed the door to think about what he had just witnessed…