Hey Guys, I know, I know; I'm being too inconsistent with this updating shizz but I have news; first chapter of my NEW STORY will be up next week :D
(So definitely pop over to see that ;))
Well, being that this is the first post-DH chapter, I had this rush of freedom that induced paragraph after paragraph of fluffy madness that, once reread, made not one iota ofsense. Being that I like to try sticking to the original characters, my madness took some editing and I was left with this.
Enjoy and please review with any suggestions for future chapters or whatever (:
Never Alone.
Waking up with her head on the familiar, feather-down pillow in the Gryffindor girls dormitory, Hermione could've almost forgotten what had happened the past year. Despite the strong beams of sunlight coming through the gaps in the curtains telling her it was time to get up, she felt too tired to move, to think.
She took a glance around the room; half of the beds empty. Would remain empty. Her breath caught in her throat and she felt the horror of what had happened stir in the depths of her mind, unthinkingly she started to move. Her vision blurred with thick tears as her shaking, stress wrecked body led her to comfort. In the boys dorm she found the right bed, empty as it was she lay down in wait.
Emotionally and physically exhausted, Ron never made it to his bed, he instead fell asleep in one of the chairs in the common room. It was noon before he started waking up, rolling his head from one side to the other; straightening out the cricks in his neck. The room was almost empty, save a couple more people sleeping on the Gryffindor furniture.
Looking at the clock on the wall, he thought about the day; what was going to happen now? A headache threatened from the depths of his mind, he was dehydrated, battered and bruised. He reasoned that maybe he wasn't prepared to face anything but his bed, and so, before letting himself fully awaken, he climbed the stairs to his room.
-Seeing his bed occupied he half-turned to get back to the armchair when a small voice stopped him, "Ron?" it was Hermione.
"I-I just… I don't want to be alone" she whispered, almost chocking on the painful lump in her questioning himself, Ron moved around to his bed and climbed on next to her.
"Not alone, never alone" he said, surprised at the ferocity in his words, she nestled into his awaiting embrace.
A time for moving would come, but for now all there was, was damage and a need to heal. They fell asleep holding one another; his face buried in her hair, her head resting over the beating heart in his chest.
I really had, well not fun, but I loved writing this.
I think the grief that wasn't expressed in the books is the most relatable part of the story.
I'm sure a lot of you think about the following days after the Battle of Hogwarts, and how the characters progressed from where they were left; and although I know this isn't much, I hope it's some sort of closure.
Thanks for sticking with this compilation and me :)