Hey guys! I decided to put up another chapter. Although this pace of getting chapters up probably won't last. But it's the long weekend, so I'm taking advantage. This wasn't actually how I was planning for the chapter to go, but it just kind of happened. Enjoy!

Ron was just beginning to doze off when he heard a knock on his door. At first, he thought he was dreaming, but upon hearing his door creak open, he realized it was most definitely not. Quickly, he bolted upright, grabbing his wand off of his bedside table.
"Who's there?"

"Relax, it's just me." Relief flooded through Ron's veins. Hermione. It was just Hermione. Relief was replaced by curiosity – what was she doing here in the middle of the night? Ron, as well as Harry and Hermione had decided to live in Grimmauld Place for the time being, at least until they found something more suitable. It was actually a rather nice place, after they had done some dusting – by magic, of course. It had taken a while to convince Ms. Weasley to let them leave The Burrow, but they were all adults now, and they couldn't exactly live with Ms. Weasley forever – though she wouldn't have minded, Ron thought to himself, knowing how pushy (though very loving) his mother could be. He then remembered Hermione. Hermione was standing in his doorway, wrapped in a fluffy, deep blue gown, shuffling her feet rather nervously. Ron tried his best to act casual.

"What's up?" He asked, motioning to the edge of his bed, offering his sort of girlfriend a seat. She gladly took it.

"I'm sorry. I feel so stupid about this." She tucked her feet underneath her, and began playing with the edge of her gown.

"Oh please. Hermione, you're probably the smartest witch to go to Hogwarts in years. Centuries! You could never be stupid." Hermione smiled. She looked down at her feet, as she spoke.

"Could I sleep here tonight?" Ron did a double take.

"You – um – sure – um why?" Hermione looked up at him, and shifted nervously.

"I've been having nightmares."

"Nightmares?"

"About when Bellatrix was – you know."

"Oh." Ron was taken aback. He hadn't known that what had happened that night at Malfoy's Manor still affected her. He pulled up the covers on his bed, and patted the empty stop beside him. "Come here." He said. She sighed with relief, and quickly jumped up and took off her gown, revealing pink silk pajamas. She lay down and snuggled herself beside him, as he put an arm around her. The two stayed in silence for a few minutes, until Hermione spoke.

"Hey Ron?" She said, looking up at him.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"Thanks." Ron smiled, and stroked a piece of Hermione's bushy hair he loved so very much.

"No problem." And with that, the two drifted off into dreaming.

They both slept soundly.