A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

This is a birthday gift fic for Amber of Hogwarts. I hope you enjoy this fic!

Writing Club March

Amber's Attic: 9 - (pairing) RonHermione (note: any Ron bashing will void your entry. It's my birthday celebration, and character bashing makes me sad.)

Lizzy's Loft: 22 - (emotion) Fear

Just My Luck: 5 - Write about someone woken up by something other than an alarm clock.

Lyric Alley: 2 - When the lights go out

Word Count: 464

She woke screaming, her entire body trembling. He stirred, opening his eyes.

"Shh, it's okay, 'Mione," he whispered, placing his hand on hers. She blinked a few times at the sudden touch. Slowly her breathing slowed.

"Ron?"

"I'm here," he promised. "I'm right here, Hermione. Same as I have always been. Want to talk about it?"

"No, maybe, I... I don't remember it," she said.

"Maybe it's better that way?" he suggested, wrapping his arms around her. She was still shaking slightly. He held her close, her heart pounding in her chest. This wasn't the first night she had woken up screaming. Ron knew it wouldn't be the last. Both of them had suffered from the war.

"Maybe," she agreed after a moment. "I don't think I'm going to be able to go back to sleep," she admitted.

"I could make you a cup of tea?" Ron suggested. Hermione gave him a weak smile.

"Ron, sweetie, I love you, but your tea... it's..."

"Rubbish?" he finished, returning her smile. She nodded, curling against him. He held her, watching her for a moment.

"I could floo Ginny and Harry and have them make you a cup of tea?"

"You wake them up and one of them will kill you, or make your head into a pumpkin."

"Yeah, Ginny's favorite new hex. Right, I forgot about that. Well, since I can't make you a cup of tea. Harry and Ginny can't do it, then that leaves us getting dressed and going out for one."

"Ron, you're adorable, but it's fine. I can make my own tea, but I doubt it's going to help. I mean, it's not like a cup of tea can erase everything that's happened. It can't make me forget about the war. It can't keep the nightmares away," Hermione said softly.

"I know, but I just want to help. I don't know how to do those things either, 'Mione. If I knew how, I would. I would do anything to keep you from being hurt, even if it's just by your own mind," Ron stated. Hermione burrowed against him, her eyes closing slightly. He smiled, running his fingers through her hair. She yawned, mumbled his name, and fell asleep against his chest.

"Just being here is enough," she whispered in her sleep. Ron smiled and slid her gently back onto her side of the bed.

"I love you, Hermione," he said. She murmured something that was either 'I love you too' or 'Absolute blue'. Ron took it to mean the former. He kissed her gently on the forehead, make sure she was tucked tightly into the bed. She slept better when she was cocooned in the blankets. Once he was sure she was asleep, he laid back down and joined her in slumber.