Christmas Break is here! Yay! And you know what that means, only two more weeks before I get away from high school!
I scream and cry but it won't stop. His hands all over me, pulling at my clothes. Touching me all over my body, grabbing my breast. I can feel his lips on mine, his spit running down my neck.
Oh God someone save me!
Harry Potter, otherwise known as the-boy-who-lived-and-survived, slammed open the door, the loud bang causing the screaming to stop. Hermione was sitting hunched over in her bed, panting heavily.
"Mione, please talk to me. You've been having these nightmares off and on for the past three years, only they've gotten worse lately." Harry wrapped his arms around the shaking form as she cried into his shoulder. Soothingly he rubbed her back and made soft shushing noises, which seem to help calm the girl down.
"Come on 'Mione lets go back to bed." When she nodded reluctantly Harry stood and pulled her up with him. Slowly the pair made their way into Harry's bedroom and crawled into his bed. Hermione curled up in front of him and instantly fell asleep wrapped up in his arms.
But Harry was wide awake. 'It's been three years since that night she was attacked, and she still has nightmares because of it.' But most of the time Hermione didn't even remember having them. The only thing she noticed was that she woke up in Harry's bed. In the beginning he told her why, and now she took it all in stride, mostly ignoring the fact when she awoke in Harry's arms in his bed.
But Harry knew, and he didn't forget. Her breathing was soft and regular as she lay in front of him, her hair tickling his chest. He loved Hermione, and she loved him, but only in the most platonic way, they were best friends that knew each other inside and out, and that's the way he liked it. He hoped that one day she might a great man to love her the other way, but with her nightmares, he was sure she wouldn't be able to come close to loving a man and letting him know her so intimately.
As he lay there thinking, the sounds of her breathing were lulling him to sleep. "I love you 'Mione," he said softly as sleep overtook him.
"Good Morning Harry," Hermione said happily. Harry mumbled something under his breathe about witches in the morning as he shuffled into the kitchen still in his pajama pants. Hermione was smiling brightly over the stove in a white t-shirt that reached only half-way down her thighs. She was making pancakes.
"I hope your hungry this morning Harry!" He nodded as she place a tall stack of pancakes down in front of him with a glass of milk and a pitcher of real maple syrup that the friends had collected the year before on their vacation.
"Ron owled a few minutes ago and said that he would be by here around noon, but I sent Pig back saying that I made pancakes, so he'll probably be here soon." The two laughed at the knowledge of what the last of their trio would act like when he saw the food on the table in front of him, like an animal.
Hermione hummed and pushed a few strands of hair back behind her ear. Though it had straightened out in the last couple of years, when she first wakes up her hair is back to what it used to be, bushy and all over. Her body was lithe and strong, with wide hips and a tiny waist.
"Oiy mate, do I smell pancakes!" Ron came into the room grinning and brushing floo dust from his jacket. He was tall and lanky, his smile reaching from ear to ear and his hair shaggy and red as ever.
"Syrup?" Ron nodded and took the syrup from Harry. Drowning the pancakes in syrup, he shoveled bite after bite into his big mouth.
Harry laughed and smiled at Hermione, his emerald eyes lighting up at the site of his two best friends. Hermione ruffled his disheveled black hair and winked at him as she brought more food to the table.
When she left the room to go shower and dress, Harry turned towards Ron, concern written all over his face.
"It happened again last night Ron." Ron grimaced upon hearing what Harry said.
"Just like before?"
"Yup. And she still doesn't remember dreaming anything. She scared me last night, screaming like he was there in her room. When I ran in the room I saw her thrashing about in her bed, looking like she could hurt herself."
"She in your bed again?"
"Of course, you know she can't sleep with out one of us once she's had the dream."
The boys mulled over the problem as they ate and waited for Hermione to finish her shower and dress. Twenty minutes later a fully dressed Hermione bounced down the stairs and into the Kitchen and grimaced when she saw Ron.
"Ronald Weasley, where is your napkin!"
"Aww come on 'Mione, I don't need a napkin." She scowled and the two bickered back and forth, but betrayed a sense of amusement behind the whole thing.
"Well, I'm a grown man so you can't tell me what to do!" Hermione stuck her tongue out at Ron and Harry laughed, grabbing her hand and rubbing the back of it with his thumb.
"Well, if you two don't stop then we'll never get out of this house to go shopping." Ron groaned ad Hermione smiled gleefully. And so they were off, shopping to make their dear 'Mione happy.