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Reconstructing Us
Chapter 2
Ron's POV
Fred's funeral was short and sweet. I had been asked to speak but declined. Trust me I had tried but it never ended up how I wanted it to. George was the only one who spoke anyways so in the end it wasn't a big deal. I still felt like I should have though. George's speech was funny and reminiscent of the pranks they had pulled. Hermione and I sat next to each other through the whole thing. Every time I looked over to her she'd be staring blankly straight ahead of her.
I'm really worried about her.
After we helped clean up, we made our way inside the burrow. I walk Hermione back up to her room and grab her arm right before she goes inside.
"Listen…thanks for coming today it—it really means a lot to me." I hesitantly look up to her. She moves her eyes up to meet mine and nods. I stand there awkwardly for a few minutes before I turn to go back down stair but feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn and Hermione drops her arm limply.
She takes in a slow breath. "I wanted to." She tries to force a smile but it doesn't quite get there. Now it's my turn to nod as she goes into her room and shuts the door softly. I go down the stairs and flop down in the couch, sighing frustrated. Ginny joins me on the other side shortly after.
"Hey Gin?"
She reads a magazine that sits on her lap and absent-mindedly stirs her tea. "Hmm?"
"Have you noticed how strange Hermione's been acting lately? Do you think something's wrong? Something more than just post-war grieving?" Ginny looks up from her magazine and thinks about it for a long moment before answering.
"Hermione's my best friend. So when I say that I've been watching her for the past week now, I mean it because I love her and know her better than anyone else. I was afraid something like this would happen. There's no doubt that something's wrong she's not sleeping well, she's not talking, and when she does come down here she looks like she's in pain." I mentally let out a breath of relief. I knew I couldn't be the only one who noticed something.
"I didn't want to bring it up again, everyone has their own troubles because of the war but Hermione's troubles… they're a lot bigger than I think everyone is noticing." Ginny nods and I run my hand through my unruly hair. "What do you think I should do Gin?"
"I think the best thing you can do is just keep talking to her and trying to get her to open up to you. But you won't get anywhere if she doesn't want to talk about it." I nod. Well a lot of use that'll be if we keep having the one-sentence conversations we've been having today. We're only scratching the surface of what Hermione's feeling by seeing her go throughout her day I can only imagine what I'll do when I know the full extent of it.
But I'm ready for it.
Hermione's POV
I wake up to another bland day. As I look out the window of the burrow and see the sun shining on Mrs. Weasley's Garden. I stretch and put on some old jeans and a t-shirt. I climb down the stairs with feather light steps that I've perfected over the years.
I decide to try sitting in the garden to clear my mind, maybe I'd figure some things out. I sit down on the cool grass, filing through the things that have happened that led me to how I am now.
The first thing that comes to mind is Malfoy Manor. My mind plays back the awful scene as it does during my nightmares. There's so much pain, blinding hot, searing agony ripping through my arm and spreading through my whole body. I can vaguely sense someone calling out for me but I'm not sure if that's just in my head or not. And then look up and see her. You're a filthy mud-blood. She says. You are worth nothing, not even as much as the scum on the bottom of my shoes. Then she goes back to carving into my arm. I want to cry but I have no tears left. I want to scream but I have no voice. She has taken all my will away and smashed what little hope I had into nothing.
Eventually I wish to die. I hope that someone will just end it because I can't stand one more minute of this hurt that I'm in. Then she picks me up but I can't see through the outstanding pain I'm in. Then I feel a different set of arms around me. I then feel a whoosh of air pass around us and feel us land on what I assume is a beach. I look up and see pair of blue eyes with some much worry in them looking down at me. 'Mione? The person says. That's when I black out.
I blink tears out of my eyes. I hadn't even realized I was crying. Or that I had wrapped my arms around myself. Or that someone had been watching me.
Ron's POV
I wake up early like have been for these past two weeks. I just haven't been able to enjoy sleeping as much as I once did. The nightmares make sleeping more like a chore than an enjoyable thing to do. I go down the stairs and I'm just about to make myself a bowl of cereal when I see someone sitting in the garden. The longer I stare the more features I can make out. A girl with brown hair wrangled into a messy bun on top her head, with a t-shirt and jeans on. Hermione? I dash outside certain it is indeed Hermione but stop when I see her sitting on the grass staring calmly out into the meadow. I watch her for a long while observing her, wondering weather or not I should disturb her. It's not until I see her silently crying and wrap her arms around herself that I start to get concerned.
"Hermione?" I say softly. When there's no answer I try again a little louder.
"'Mione?" She blinks and I can see the confusion in her face as she looks down at her arms, noticing them wrapped around her. When her eyes meet mine I can truly see the trauma that lies within them.
A/N…
So I decided to make this a chaptered story and have finally finished the second chapter no guarantees on how frequent the updates will be but I promise I'll try. Thanks for reading and the lovely reviews!
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