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Chapter 2

"What else did you take, what else? ANSWER ME! CRUCIO! (Page 377 Harry Potter and Deathly Hallows)

I threw myself into a sitting position on a scream, just a dream, just a dream, its not happening again I kept saying to myself. But if it was just a dream and I'm awake, why could I still feel pain? I hadn't realized I was crying until I felt a tear fall from my face and land on my arm, I was also violently shaking but no matter how hard I tried to stop, I couldn't. It was then that I felt a soft hand on my shoulder; I looked up into the eyes of Mrs. Weasley.

"Your ok dear, your at The Burrow" All I could do was nod in her direction.

"Hermione it was just a dream, no one is hurting you." I heard Ginny say, she was right beside me on the bed.

Then I looked around and noticed that the room was full of people, all of whom had confused and concerned expressions on their tired faces. Other than Mrs. Weasley and Ginny there was also Mr. Weasley, Bill, Fluer, Charlie, Percy. Harry and Ron were also in the room and though their expressions were concerned they were not confused.

I tried to speak but nothing was coming out, my mouth was just opening and closing like a goddamn goldfish. I could feel the lump rising in my throat, I felt like I was going to choke and I new that if everyone kept looking at me like I was some kind of small, hurt, weak animal I was going to burst into full on hysterical sobs. I had to get out of there, nothing could be more embarrassing than completely falling apart in front of basically the entire Weasley family.

In silence I got to my feet and headed for the door. I could vaguely hear everyone's voices but the buzzing in my ears was drowning out what they were saying. The entire room was spinning around me, the pain I had previously been feeling was fading and being replaced with nausea. Before I could stop myself I was emptying my stomach in the doorway.

I stand corrected; there is something more embarrassing.

In an instant someone was holding my hair, while someone else unknown was holding me up so I didn't fall face first into my own vomit. Once I stopped they ushered me into the bathroom. "mm fine" I mumbled before I slumped down onto the floor.

"No, your not" said a very familiar voice.

I looked up to see Harry and Ron. It was Harry and Ron, thank god. I new I wasn't going to have to explain and I new they wouldn't try and make it seem better then it was. I allowed myself to cry, full on hysterical sobs. Ron sunk to the floor immediately and put his arm around me while harry went to the sink and grabbed some wet towels and a glass of water. He then slumped to the ground, held them till I was capable of using them. After what felt like years I began to pull myself together

"S-Sorry"

"You have nothing to be sorry for, it's probably done you some good finally getting that out, you've been so strong" Ron said

Did that sentence just come from Ronald Weasley's mouth? I must still be dreaming.

All of a sudden Harry exploded. "It's all my fault!

Nope not dreaming. "Harry don't be ridicul"

"No Hermione! It's the truth. If I hadn't of said his name then we would never have been caught and she would have never of hurt you." Harry stopped yelling, he had tears in his eyes but refused to let them fall. "She nearly killed you… and she did kill Dobby."

"You're right it wouldn't have happened, but if we didn't end up there we may never have defeated him." Both boys were looking at me puzzled, "If we didn't end up there we would never had known to go to Gringotts." I continued.

"It wasn't worth it. You, going though that was NOT WORTH IT!" Harry screamed as he put his fist through the wall. He turned around and faced us and I could see that the tears he had been holding back and escaped.

"Come here Harry." I reached my hand out and pulled him back to the floor with Ron and I.

This time it was Ron who spoke, "It's all gonna be ok guys… It has to be; we worked so damn hard to win. Not just us… B-but everyone. Ron said, as he pulled a small photo from his pocket, a photo of his family, he looked down at the brother he would never see again and also let his tears fall.

So there we were, the hero's of the magical world, huddled together on a bathroom floor crying.

Eventually we pulled ourselves together and got up of the floor, we didn't have to speak, we were beyond that, our unspoken glances communicated that we were sorry and that we were there for each other, we always would be.

Harry gave me one last squeeze and placed a chaste kiss on my forehead before he left the room, leaving Ron and I alone. This was the first time Ron and I had been alone and not fighting for our lives since "IT" happened. I was beginning to panic,however Ron seemed oblivious to this as he moved around the room gathering who knows what.

"You took care of us all year, bout time someone did something for you." Ron was mumbling and handing me a damp towel and a fresh glass of water, he had turned a brighter shade of red than his hair.

I drank the water and started to dab my face with the cool towel.

"Thank you"

"Here you go this will probably make you feel better too." Ron said as he handed me a toothbrush.

"Thank you." For someone with a so-called brilliant vocab, you would think I could come up with something other than thank you every time he spoke to me.

When I turned back to him after brushing my teeth, I noticed that he was sitting against the wall. I went to sit back down beside him, however he motioned for me to sit in front of him, I did this while looking down at him in confusion. Before I could comprehend what he was doing, he placed a glass of water beside me and started to gently dab the moist towel on my neck and shoulders.

"What the hell is he doing?" I was trying to formulate a half decent sentence, or even something other than "Thank you" which I might add was very difficult as I was currently sitting in between Ron's legs, when he broke the silence.

"Do you really feel better? You still seem a little shaky"

I was still a little shaky and queasy, but I nodded telling him that I was fine.

I was really tired, thanks to a combination of the nightmare and throwing up. I was drifting off and hadn't realized that I had allowed myself to lean back against him. His voice however startled me and my eyes flew open.

"Do you wanna go back to Ginny's room? It's gotta be more comfy than sitting here on the bathroom floor." Are you kidding? What could be more comfortable than having you as a pillow? I was, however spared actually giving a response when there was someone knocking on the door.

"Hermione dear…. Can I help you with anything? Would you like me to get something for you? Are you hungry? Would you like to tal"

"Mum she's fine, we'll be out in a minute" Ron interrupted his mother's questions and I gave him a look of appreciation.

"You ready?" he asked as he got up and held out his hand to help me up.

"Yer." I let Ron help me up, but he didn't let go of my hand. We stood there staring at each other for a moment before he pulled me to his chest and hugged me tightly. I had hugged Ron before… loads of times; in fact I had made it an embarrassing habit of mine to randomly launch myself at him. But this was different, he hugged me, as in he initiated the hug, Ronald Weasley was hugging me. I couldn't help but smile into his chest, as I returned the hug.

As we both stood there, I couldn't help but feel tiny in his embrace, he really had gotten tall in the last year, I mean he was always tall but now he was really tall, the top of my head didn't even come near his chin. He had also started to really fill out despite the fact that we hadn't been eating properly in months. My arms were on his back and I could feel his muscles underneath his shirt, when did they happen? Who cares, I thought as I ran my hands down his back until my fingers grazed the underside of his shirt, I grabbed onto it and…jumped away like it had burnt me. I reefed open the door to find Mrs, Weasley on the other side.

"Are you sure everything i…"

"Yes. It's fine. Thank you." I said as I dashed past her, down the landing into Ginny's room.

What was I doing? OH MY GOD! I was blushing so bad it felt like my face was on fire, here he is trying to comfort me, when he is the one who needs it, shit his bother just died, when my hands get a life of their own, I DO NOT want to even think about what I so very nearly did. I flopped down onto my bed and buried my head under the pillow "Ggrrr".

"Hermione" Ginny said.

I flipped over so fast, that I flipped right off the edge of the bed. I didn't even see her there.

"God are you ok? I didn't mean to frighten you." Ginny was quick to help me up off the floor. Under any other circumstances Ginny would usually be in hysterics laughing at something like that, who wouldn't I just flipped outta bed like a fish out of water. But here she was all concerned and wary, I really wish I had remembered to cast a silencing spell around me before I fell a sleep.

"Ginny, I didn't notice you were in here." God I'm an idiot, IT'S HER ROOM, of course she's in here.

"I was waiting for you to come back, make sure your ok. Are you ok? You look rather red"

I nodded but Ginny was already hugging me. "You scared me."

"Sorry", I responded quietly.

"When your ready, you can tell me about it….. t-that is if you like." I don't think I had seen Ginny shy since she was about 12 years old and Harry was in the room. I pulled back and looked at her, I hadn't realized how much I missed Ginny, I mean the boys are my best friends, but talking to Ginny has always been different, for some reason I found I could talk to her about almost anything and she'd just sit and listen, let me get it of my chest.

While nodding in thanks I said, "And you can talk to me… about anything you want… if you want."

Despite everything, we were smiling at each other, however our little reunion was interrupted when there was a quiet knock on the door. "Hermione are you in there?" Oh my god, it was Ron. Ginny must have seen the look of horror on my face, because she looked at me with the biggest grin I had ever seen.

"Now I know why you came in here red as a tomato, something happened…. finally"

I tried to protest but she got up, dragged me to the door, opened said door and said, "Yes. Yes she is." Then pushed me out, slamming the door behind me. I could hear her laughing through the closed door.

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