{Fred POV}
I awoke to a whimper from the room below George and mine. My first instinct as that Ginny had had another nightmare about Harry and that Cho girl but then the whimpering stopped and the room below was silent, that was when I knew it was Hermione. Getting out of my bed, cringing as the springs squeaked and the floorboard creaked I tried to get to the door without waking George. Because every step I took resulted in a creak I resorted to using magic on myself
"Wingardium Leviosa!" I thought, nonverbal magic was one of my strong points I felt my insides become buoyant and look down to find myself half a metre of the ground
"Wicked!" I thought to myself as I floated to the door and let the charm off slowly. I twisted the knob stifling a sigh as I heard the parts of the rusted door handle rub against each other. Once in the hall I silenced the walls and apparated to the floor below, right outside Hermione's door.
As I opened the door I saw my girlfriend with the knees to her chest and her head in her hands, she looked up with a gasp
"Fred!" she whimpered, as her eyes filled with tears again
I walked of to the bed, I could tell that my face was showing all the worry I felt for her
"'Mione, why are you crying?" she let out a sob. Great, Freddy boy, you upset her more
"I didn't mean to upset you, 'Mione, I just wanted to know what was wrong so I could -" I tried to explain my ill thought out question but she cut me off
"It isn't you. It's me." She said quietly. Wait what? Save the situation Fred, save it!
"Those word are infamous for beginning break-ups 'Mione." I said making a joke
Her eyes showed only shock
"What?!" She gasped "No! It's me, it's Harry…"
"It's you and Harry?" I questioned "Since when?" Oh yeah Fred, be cool
"Not like that!" she cried, exasperated "It's everyone."
"''Mione" I draped my arm over her shoulder and pulled her into my chest "What was your dream about?"
"I don't think you want to hear about it… It's silly really," her façade of bravado was no match for the 5 years that I've known her
"You're Hermione freaking Granger, nothing going on in your brain is silly," I rested my chin on her shoulder and kissed her on the cheek
She sighed
"It was about the tournament…" She began
I leaned my cheek against her head and let her continue, she snuggled towards me
"But it wasn't Cedric that died… It was Harry," She her face was contorted into a grimace of pain and heartbreak that I had never seen on her face before, tears we now streaming freely down her face as silent sobs wracked her body
"Shh, shh, shh, Hermione. It's O.K." She wouldn't stop crying, I couldn't let her keep crying. Eventually it would reduce me to tear… but manly tears of course
"'Mione you'll wake Ginny!" I said to her
She looked at me, horrified, then sucked in a breath and breathed out slowly. When she was calm again I spoke
"I'm surprised you haven't woken her already," I said, trying to keep her distracted "Is she even in here?"
"I placed a silencing charm in the immediate area around my bed," She paused"
"Since the nightmares started." She said
"What do you mean "when they started"?" I demanded, as forcefully as I could without sounding mean
"How long have they been going on, Love?" I asked, softer this time
She started blankly at the wall
"Sinsebbaouma" she said
"Again, Love?"
"Since the beginning of Summer." She said, clearer this time
"How have I not known about this?" I asked pulling her as close as our precarious position would allow
"Owls in and out of Grimmauld were being monitored," She explained "And I only got here this morning."
"Right… 'Mione it's pretty late" I said as I noticed her eyes drooping
"Mmm…" She began to snuggle into me, closing her eyes fully
"Not that it's an unfair trade but…" I began "Mum you blow her nut if she found us in the same bed tomorrow morning, 'Mione."
"Mmm," She was asleep, or close enough, I extracted myself from her arms and stood beside her bed gazing at her
"Sweet dreams, Love." I brushed a stray hair from her face and kissed her forehead.
After levitating myself to the door and apparating upstairs and entering my shared room, I lay on my bed staring at the peeling ceiling paint and seeing nonexistent pictures in the mold. 'Mione had been having nightmares, real enough too. Harry saw Voldemort come back. As screwed up as that kid's life is, I guess the universe decided to screw him over a bit more. What kind of boyfriend am I? Not noticing my girlfriend's anguish about the subject, it had been tough on everyone. Granted, she'd only been here 12 hours and we'd been separated for 4 of them and cleaning for 5 of them that still leaves 3 hours for us to have talked, and for me to have made her better. I will never forget that look of utter heartbreak as she recounted her dream.
And there, staring at the crumbling ceiling, in a rotting room, in a hostile house I vowed. That never again would Hermione Granger feel that way again