SORRY! I know, I've been dormant for ages but you wouldn't believe the crap I've had from Microsoft, apparently I've came across a problem their techies can't help me with, or are too ignorant to help me with… Anyway, I'll try not to moan
So, intro, yeah; this was a difficult one, and I think I've rewritten three different versions of this but this is the less shite one. I'll be honest, I don't like this too much but I liked the idea of it and it just kept niggling at me, so I had to do something. It'll get better, forgive me!Right then, without further, glowing, ado, here's Grimmauld Place (Deathly Hallows).

Grimmauld Place.

"Right then, I think we should settle here for the night" Ron said, unable to take the silence any longer. After arriving at Grimmauld Place, the trio had spent the majority of time in a stunned and unwanted silence, the reality of their situation sinking in and the emotional toll of what had happened settling heavily on their minds and hearts.

"Hermione, you wouldn't happen to have some blankets or something? it's freezing in here" he continued, after nobody made any sign of hearing him speak, "Ye-yes, I'll, erm, just..." she started, and summoned them from the bag.

"Okay then, you can have the sofa and me and Harry can take the floor, I'll get a fire going," Hermione would have been lying if she said Ron's coping skills didn't impress her but, his unemotional state was worrying.

Meeting Harry's equally concerned gaze, they both knew they'd have to say something. "Ron?" Harry said to the back of his red head, "yeah, it'll just be a minute, this wood's damp" he replied, trying to light the timber.

"Ron, I'm sure they're okay" Harry continued. Ron froze, "I... I know, but..." his voice was small and neither Harry or Hermione had seen him like this before. He gave up trying to light the fire and dropped to his knees, "… but what if they're not?", nobody said anything.

We're just kids. Hermione couldn't stop the thought from blossoming as she really looked at their situation. 17 years old and they were on the run, trying to save humanity. "I need to brush my teeth…" she murmured and excused herself from the all-consuming silence that was their uncertain fate.

It was a while before she left the bathroom, letting herself ride the panic attack. When she returned to the room Harry was already asleep on the floor, wrapped up in a blanket. Ron was in the same place as he was when she left, "Ron?" she whispered, being careful not to wake Harry.

She gingerly made her way over to him, "Come on, we should get some sleep" she continued, they may have been children but the panic stricken expression he wore seemed to age him, it was a look Hermione had seen on Lupin.

Still unresponsive she reached out and took one of his hands in her own; he looked up at her and nodded slowly, letting her help him up and over to their makeshift beds. Once settled they had thought sleep would come easy, but it seemed too take an age.

Hermione tossed and turned on the sofa, trying for the love of everything to clear and calm her racing mind. She realised she was shaking, and felt another panic attack on the way. Unthinkingly she slipped a hand from her bedding to Ron, who seemed to be doing the same.

Unhesitant, fingers entwined and they lay there, their breathing even and slow, soothing one and other until a deep, healing sleep finally arrived arrived.

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It's okay, I know it's poop.
I just want to say thank you to the reviewers and people who have added this to their updates and favourites 3
It makes me feel a bit less mad when other people understand and share my ideas :)
I have a little bit of news… I've started working on a full HP story! Be impressed by my being able to organise thoughts!
A little info on that; it's almost entirely AU, based in year 6, involves an original character aaaand that's all I can say now without just giving it away. So more on that soon :D
Next chapter up asap, I promise!