New rule for me that I am adding now, no bashing my story. I don't care if you think it is not like the characters or you don't like it. Post that kind of opinion if you want to but I will only ignore it. I will take advice on how to make it better but no bashing it at all.
Hermione sat in Ginny's room staring out the window, the Daily Prophet in her lap and then letter in her pocket still. She let out a sigh, staring off into space pretty much as she watched Harry and Ron come inside from playing their game of Quidditch. Ron had been spending less time with her since Harry had arrived but he always seemed to show up when she needed him the most. She let out a sigh starting to really stare off into space now that Harry and Ron where out of her sight.
She looked down at the Daily Prophet in her lap staring at the front page picture, her house with the dark mark over it. She let out a sigh and looked at the picture closer and noticed that there was a person in the picture as well. She brought the picture closer to see the person who was there a little better. "No way, it can't be."
"What can't be?"
Hermione looked over at the door and nodded her head a little letting Ron know he could come in. She had become used to him sneaking up on her every once in a while now. She wasn't shocked to find that it was him standing there in the doorway at all. "Nothing I was just looking at the Daily Prophet again," she said softly, laying the Daily Prophet on her lap.
"You have been looking at that picture for the past three days. What is it about this Daily Prophet? It is three days old for crying out loud," Ron said, walking into the room and then sitting down on Hermione's bed by her. "Come on 'Mione, what is wrong with you?"
Hermione smiled lightly, started calling her 'Mione for the past few days now, ever since their kiss on the couch. "Nothing Ron."
"It sure doesn't seem that way."
"Ron, it is nothing."
Ron got a grin on his face and got up off of the bed then picking Hermione. She let out a little shriek and then he dropped her onto the bed. "Well then, I guess I will just have to tickle it all out of you."
"No Ron, please no," Hermione begged staring up at Ron.
"Nope nothing you can say can stop me Hermione," Ron said and then tickling her sides and under her arms as best he could.
"Stop! Ron please!" She shrieked through her laughs. She started to struggle to try and get free but it was no use at all.
"No!" Ron shouted, leaning over Hermione and trying to keep her from getting away from his grasp. He grabbed her hands and held them over her head so she couldn't struggle as much anymore.
"Ron stop!" She squealed through her laughs.
"Nope," Ron said, laughing to himself now and then stopping not being able to tickle her any more. He watched as her chest raise and fall as she tried to regain breath from all of her laughing. He couldn't help it and he let himself go on top of her and kissing her lightly. "I love you, Hermione. Can you please let me know what is wrong? I'm really worried about you," he confessed as he rolled off of Hermione and onto the bed next to her. He was a gentleman when it came to Hermione since he knew she wasn't one to take things very fast.
"I am sorry Ron but I don't think I am ready to tell anyone just yet. Soon, I promise and you will be the first one I tell."
Ron nodded his head, respecting her wish of not ready to tell anyone yet. He would do anything for Hermione no matter what and he knew it. He was willing to wait until she was ready to tell him what was happening. "Okay then. When you are ready to tell someone remember I will always be here for you."
"Thanks Ron. I love you." Hermione laid her head on Ron's chest and he started to stroke her brown busy hair as it laid there.
"I love you too, my 'Mione."
Hermione let out a sigh and then jumped up when the room opened. For once it was Ginny who interrupted them. She looked over at Ginny and then Ron who was still laying on her bed. "Yes Ginny?"
"Time for dinner you two love birds," Ginny said and then walking out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Hermione let out a sigh and then looked at Ron, watching him as he sat up. "Come on Ronnie," she said softly, getting up off of her bed and then taking Ron's hand and pulling him up. "Let's go get our dinner Mister, can't have my boyfriend starve himself to death," she joked with a small laugh.
"I'm not going to starve. I wouldn't live if I didn't have breakfast, lunch, dinner, and desert," Ron said as he laughed lightly to himself. He didn't know if he could ever continue living without all four of those meals though he knew it was no big deal if he missed desert though it was his favorite.
Hermione hit Ron playfully and then she walked over to the door and opened it then held it there. "I thought blokes where the ones that held the doors open for girls."
Ron raced over to the door and took it from Hermione and then advancing Hermione to go out before him. "Ladies first," he said bowing for Hermione as she walked out of the room, giggling at him. He walked out of the room behind her and closed the door behind him. He put his arm around her waist and then led her down the steps towards the kitchen for dinner.
Late that night...
Hermione tossed and turned in her bed, letting out cries. Ginny was about to go crazy listening to Hermione cry. All she could hear was Hermione crying and couldn't get to sleep with it all going on. She finally got up out of her bed and slipped on her slippers then headed towards her brother's room. If one person could comfort Hermione and get Hermione's bad dreams to stop it was Ron, of all people.
She knocked on the door softly but when she got no answer she just walked in quietly and over to her snoring brother in his bed. "Ron! Wake up you part!" she shouted, laughing as her brother jumped awake.
"Ginny!" Ron snapped, yawning a bit and stretching his arms out. "What do you want? You must have some good reason for interrupting my beauty sleep," he said sleepily.
"I do actually," Ginny said in her a matter-of-fact voice. "Hermione is driving me mad! I can't get to sleep with all of her crying from her bad dreams!" she ranted and then sitting on the edge of her brothers bed with a sigh. "Can you please do something? I will stay up here with Harry and let you sleep with Hermione for the night."
"I can try to do something but once she is sound asleep and no more crying I am coming back here. Haven only knows what mum would do if she found out I slept with Hermione over the night," Ron said, pushing the covers off of him and getting up out of bed. He had only boxers on and no shirt at all. He grabbed a shirt and pulled it on.
"She won't. I will cover for you, I promise. I will sleep here in your bed or if you feel better I can go to the twins room, they are at there shop for the next few days so their room is free," Ginny pleaded.
"I don't care what you do Ginny but you better behave yourself either way," Ron said walking towards the door. "You better cover for me," he said and then walking out the door without another word, heading for Ginny's bed room.
He walked into Ginny's room to find Hermione asleep and crying and the letter she had gotten at the bottom of the bed along with the three, almost four, day old Daily Prophet. He walked over to her bed and picked up the letter and read it a few times like the nosie Weasley he was. He couldn't help it; it was driving him mad not knowing. Plus it was just sitting there with no one to stop him from reading it at all.
He put the letter down slowly after reading it a few times not understanding how he missed all those small clues she had left. Now he understood everything, including her bad dreams. Anyone going through what she was would go through the exact same thing. He walked closer to Hermione and sat down on the edge of her bed right beside her sleeping body. He brushed Hermione's hair out of her face and then traced her cheek. "Hermione, wake up," he whispered.
Hermione jerked awake to see Ron sitting there on her bed and tracing her cheek. "Ron, what-what are you doing here?" she asked sitting up in her bed revealing her tank top shirt she had on and then blushing.
Ron couldn't help but to stare a bit, he had never seen Hermione in a tank top like this. "I-I ummm... heard about your bad dream and came to see if I could help you, with your parents."
Hermione froze and then looked down at the bottom where her letter lay just sitting there where anyone could find it. She fell into Ron's arms and started to cry into his shirt not being able to help it any really. "I could use the help," she managed to mutter through her sobs. She'd been trying to tackle the feels herself and she was afraid to tell everyone about it. She didn't want everyone to be treating her with so much attention because she lost her parents.
Ron hushed Hermione as he pulled her up a bit then hugging her and stroking her hair slowly. "It will be alright Hermione. I know it is hard but you still have family and people who love you who come close to family, like me," he whispered in her ear.
"Thank you Ron. I want you to be the one to love me the most forever now. You can take the place of my parents love because I know you love me that much. I would be sadder then I am now if you didn't," Hermione said softly, whipping her cheeks clean and then sitting up. She scooted over in her bed then patted the bed next to her where she had been before.
Ron knowing what Hermione's hand motion meant right away slipped his shirt off and then slipped into bed next to Hermione. He laid down to have her lay down as well and lay her head on his chest. He put his arm protectively around her and stroked her hair slowly. "Of course 'Mione. I love you so much but no one could ever measure up to it accept your parents. You know they love you and they are always with you," he said softly, putting his hand on her chest right over her heart. "Right there."