Her scream awoke the figure next to her. The person in her bed wrapped a petite arm around her. Hermione tensed. Ever since the death of Harry and Ron she had been having nightmares about her past. But who was it that had wrapped their arm around her?
Ginny? No, Ginny had stopped sleeping in the same bed with Hermione ever since Hermione had beaten her almost senseless when she had awoken from her dreams.
Ro-? No, he died when trying to defeat Voldemort and so did half the other Weasleys including Mrs Weasley, the plump woman who was a mother to more than her own children, Bill, the twins and of course Ron himself. And Harry.
Hermione burst into tears as she thought of Ron and Harry and how Ginny had stopped sleeping with her because of one night's memory lapse. She didn't even wonder whose shoulder she was crying on or whose hand was stroking her softly.
Luna's dreamy but concerned voice whispered incomprehensible things to Hermione. Her voice alone kept Hermione from bursting into hysterics again. It was so serene, so dreamy, and out of reality, and it was almost contagious. Hermione clung on to the blonde, pouring her heart out without a second thought. She had loved Ginny, but Ginny didn't return her feelings, but she had also comforted Hermione when she dreamt of the night Voldemort was killed. Neville was also killed, by the tortuous Bellatrix Lestrange. Before her untimely demise, Molly had killed Bellatrix. Luna frowned slightly as Hermione recounted that for he had meant a lot to her. Then Hermione went on to apologizing for bringing him up. then onto to her dream of her mother. And then she started to choke on her own words and sobs.
It was like this every night. A scream to wake Luna from her pleasant dreams of clouds or creatures she believed in. Her soothing the sobbing Hermione as she relayed her nightmare to her. Hermione had always loved how Luna could always have the serenity in her voice. To her, it seemed, Luna was always never quite there, as if some part of her conscious mind was elsewhere. She liked that, it always left her wondering where Luna's lost piece of consciousness was.
Luna quietly took everything each night, she was too illusive to tell Hermione her own feelings. Until one night the silver-eyed girl opened herself to Hermione.