A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club November

Angel's Archives: 9 - Goodnight Moon by Margaret Wise Brown - write about someone receiving a kiss goodnight

Word Count: 846

He could hear her crying, her sobs racking her body. He wondered if he should do something. It wasn't his mess. He wasn't the one who had just broken her heart. Slowly he pushed back his blanket and walked into the hallway. He knew she was staying in Ginny's room, but since she was crying, Ginny obviously wasn't there. He knew where his little sister was, but that was none of his business. She was an adult and it only mattered if Mum caught them. He raised his hand and knocked.

"Go 'way!" she shouted.

"Please? Can I come in, Hermione?"

"Fine, whatever, it's not like anyone listens to me anyway," she snapped. He turned the knob slowly and pushed the door open. Hermione was laying face down on the bed. Her face buried in a pillow. He could see a pile of tissues next to the rubbish bin where she'd thrown them and missed.

"I'm coming over there, alright?" he asked. She didn't answer but kind of shrugged. He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.

"He's a git," she sobbed raising her head slightly.

"Yes, he is. Don't worry about him, Hermione. I mean, I know he's my brother, but really to break up with you here at the Burrow, that was just low, even for him. What does he expect you to do? Leave?"

"Yes, he told me since I was so good at everything, I should just apparate home since I wasn't wanted here."

"I'll strangle him!" he said jumping up. Hermione slowly rolled onto her side, a faint hint of a smile playing on her lips.

"Really?"

"Yes! That's just... you don't even have a home to return to, do you?"

"No, not any more. After the war... well, this is home... well, was home," she said sadly. "I could go to Grimmauld Place. Harry would take me in."

"Ginny's over there, I think. Her bed is empty at least," he commented. Hermione glanced over at the empty bed.

"Guess so. Wait, why are you even here? I thought you moved out, had your own place?"

"I do, but I wanted to be close to the family, things are... complicated."

"Yeah, complicated, that's a good word isn't it. Not bad, not good, just complicated," she muttered sitting up and leaning against him.

"Why'd you come to check on me? If you could hear me, Fred and George could hear me. Ron obviously could hear me, but it's his fault, git."

"Because, I care about you."

"Like a little sister."

"Hermione, look into my eyes. There you go, what do you see?"

"I see a pair of eyes that have seen too much. Eyes that can't take back what they've done."

"Exactly. I know I betrayed the family, I know I broke Mum's heart. I'm as big of a git as Ron, but the truth is... I've been jealous of him these last few months."

"Really? Because he's being called a hero? Because his career was fast tracked?"

"No, because he had the one thing in the world that meant more than anything. He had you, Hermione. Someone who cared about him, someone who was there for him, no matter what. I know I don't deserve someone like that, someone like you."

"Percy, that's not true. You came to your senses in the end, that's what he does, you know, turn families, friends, against each other. He sows chaos, and he's gone. We won, although right now... it doesn't feel like I've won anything. Ron... he's a git."

"A right git, lower than a piece of pond scum," Percy announced. Hermione snorted, biting back a hint of a laugh.

"Thank you, Percy. It means a lot that you came to check on me," she whispered placing her hand on his.

"I'll be here when or if you need me, Hermione. We've both seen the horrors of war, we both have scars where no one sees them."

"We do, I was planning on going to the village to get a new book tomorrow, want to come with? We could grab a coffee or something, you know, as friends?"

"Sure. That sounds good, I don't think I've had anyone ask me to coffee in a long time. Alright. Are you going to be okay?"

"Yes, I'm gonna to try to go back to sleep, you should too."

"Good night, Hermione," Percy whispered giving her a kiss on the forehead.

"Night, Percy. I'll see you tomorrow." Percy watched her curl back up in the blankets and smiled. She'd be alright, she might not realize it yet, but she'd be alright. A broken heart can always be mended, and he knew having someone to talk to would do wonders. He wondered if maybe someday, he would admit he liked her as more than a friend, but tonight was most definitely not that night. He headed back towards his room, pausing only to open Ron's door and throw a stinging hex at his youngest brother.

"Git," he muttered before going back to bed himself.