ROMIONE FLUFF!
I wish we could run away
Just me and you
You're my everything,
And no one can compare
To the joy you bring
And baby
I'm glad you're mine finally
-Ashanti I Found It In You
Chapter Six: Nightmares
Ron and Hermione stood in the middle of their new common room, taking in the sights.
The room was not as big as Gryffindor Tower's, but it made up for it with what was in it. There was a huge fireplace that seemed like it could fit five people in it, the walls were decorated with Gryffindor banners, flags, and other lion decorations. A big plushy red sofa sat invitingly along with beautiful chairs that looked like thrones. The floor was carpeted in soft yellow carpet, Hermione almost she a year at the huge wall dedicated to a massive bookshelf filled with tons of books both wizard and muggle. Ron marveled at the gorgeous marble wizard chess set and board, the pieces bowing to him as if they sensed that Ron would play with them well.
They saw two doors against the one of the walls. They each opened a door thinking it was there separate rooms.
"Bloody hell Mione, check out this loo!" exclaimed Ron enthusiastically.
"Language Ro...wait. Loo? That's not a bedroom?" asked Hermione confused.
"No. Is what's behind the door you looked in one?" asked Ron.
"It appears to be." said Hermione as she waved her wand to light the lamps in the room. "Yes it is. I mean I see a dresser, a vanity, and...oh."
Ron came over to see what made Hermione stop talking. When he looked inside the room, he noticed not one, but two full sized beds.
"We're meant to share a room together it looks like." said Ron, ears blushing red.
"Well that's rather odd. I had no idea that the head boy and girl shared a room." said Hermione, blushing herself although you couldn't tell.
"Is there a problem? Because I can sleep on the couch tonight until we can have something be done tomorrow." said Ron trying to be a gentleman even though he felt a bit bad.
"No!" said Hermione quicker than she had wanted to. "I mean, that won't be necessary. I've shared a room as well as a tent with you for almost a year, I don't mind sharing a room with you again."
Ron blushed even harder, his cheerful attitude returning. "I would have thought you would have tired of me and wanted your own space." he joked.
Hermione laughed and put her arms around Ron's torso. "Don't be silly, I don't tire of you at all. I like being near you. That is, if you don't mind always seeing my face."
Ron put his arms around Hermione's waist. "Are you mental? I could never get tired of your face. I'm rather used to waking up and falling asleep to it." he said, kissing her on the forehead.
The two decided they would rearrange things as they liked it tomorrow. They took turns going to the bathroom (that was much much better than the prefects bathroom) to change into their pajamas and soon they were in their respectable beds, sleeping soundly.
Ron woke up to an extremely high pitched scream that made him literally jump out of bed, wand at the ready. He waved his wand quickly to light the lamps and there he saw Hermione in her bed thrashing and screaming as if someone had set her on fire.
"NOOOOO!" she screamed in her sleep. "PLEASE! I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING! I DONT KNOW! ITS A COPY! A COPY! PLEASE STOP!"
"HERMIONE!" yelled Ron trying desperately to wake her up. "HERMIONE! WAKE UP! YOU'RE NOT THERE ANYMORE!" he said as he placed his hands on her arm.
Hermione's eyes popped open as she let out one more anguished cry. She looked over at Ron, eyed wide with horror and terror, tears falling from them freely, mouth open.
"Ron...we were there. And she was on me! I didn't know what to do!" she cried as Ron climbed into her bed and wrapped his arms around her, her head crashing into his chest as he allowed her to sob on him.
"It was just a dream, Mione." whispered Ron reassuringly. "Only a dream. That evil bitch is dead remember? Mum killed her. She can't harm you anymore and we will never set foot in that place again."
"She kept asking me how we got the sword. I had to lie. I had to do it! And then the pain. It hurt so bad Ron, and it still does! She's gonna come after me again, I just know it Ron!"
Hermione shook as if she was a terrified child as she continued to cry as Rob gently stroked her hair. "She's gone love. Gone. And she won't come back."
"Promise me, Ron." whispered Hermione.
"I promise. If ever she would I would kill her myself. I'd kill her a thousand times before I'd let her get to you." proclaimed Ron.
Hermione wiped her tear riddled face. "Stay please?" asked Hermione, almost begging.
"Of course love, anything for you." said Ron as he got under the covers with Hermione, her snuggling as close as she could into his chest.
The two of them laid there quietly for a while, Hermione drawing patterns into Ron's chest, while Ron ran his fingers gently through her hair.
"I've been having these nightmares for weeks." confessed Hermione.
"Why didn't you tell me Mione? I would have been there for you."
"I didn't want to be a burden. I nearly scared Ginny out of her mind the first few nights I had them and she was nice about sitting up with me and talking g to me about it. But then I felt terrible and started putting Muffliato on her before I went to bed so she wouldn't hear me and wake." said Hermione, looking up at Ron.
"Well don't you dare think of ever doing that to me Hermione Granger." said Ron firmly. "It doesn't matter how much sleep I lose, I'll stay up with you and be there for you each and every time."
Hermione smiled sweetly at Ron. "You're so great."
"You're greater."
"Stop being so cute." said Hermione kissing Ron's chin.
Rob smiled at her and squeezed her closer to him.
"If it helps any, I've been having nightmares as well." said Ron. "About that day on the manor, about when I had left, and the war. I...I just can't stop seeing his face Mione."
"You're talking about Fred aren't you?" asked Hermione.
Ron nodded. "I feel like I should have been there you know? And it's like he is letting me know it. It's like he is asking me why wasn't I there to save him? Why didn't I do anything?"
"Don't you dare feel like that Ronald Weasley!" snapped Hermione as Ron. "Fred would never blame you for what happened to him. And he wouldn't want you to sit around feeling guilty about things that were beyond your control."
"And then I think about George." said Ron. "The poor bloke. Fred was basically his other half. And you know why he came back to Hogwarts for a term don't you?"
"To take the N.E W.T S. of course." said Hermione.
"He doesn't give a damn about those, he's a successful businessman. He wants to be closer to Fred and he figures this is the way to go about it.. Sure his friends can run the store for now, but George needs to go back. Fred wouldn't want their greatest achievement to go to spit because of his twin would he?"
"I wouldn't think so." said Hermione. "I don't know why I didn't think of that being the reason. I hope George is handling it well. He seems to."
Ron shook his head. "I'm waiting for the breakdown. May take days, may take weeks, but it's coming." said Ron sadly. He felt terrible that he thought this way, but he knew his brother and he was honestly surprised he has lasted this long without an episode.
Hermione moved up until she was face level with Ron. "What about you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Breaking down. Do you feel like that will happen to you?" asked Hermione.
"One day. But for now, I'm just trying to live a normal life for once. If it happens, it happens. Just don't let me end up in Azkaban." he joked, trying to lighten the mood.
It didn't work.
"Ronald Weasley, don't you dare joke about things like that!" demanded Hermione, her face turned into a scowl.
Ron chuckled. He always thought Hermione was cute when she was annoyed or angry. "Lighten up Mione. I'm not dumb."
"I know that love. But you are very impulsive."
"That's the Gryffindor in me. As in you too." said Ron gently tugging a piece of Hermione's hair.
"Speaking of houses, mental what happened to Ginny and Harry." said Hermione.
"I know! I mean don't get me wrong, I saw it for Gin a little bit. We've always said her, Fred, and George should have been sorted there because they are cunning and ambitious. Perce should have been a Ravenclaw with brains like that. But Harry? Took me completely by surprise. I just hate that he has to deal with those prats. And on his own too."
"Almost makes me wish we would have went to get sorted."
"Hermione that's ridiculous. You wouldn't have went to bloody Slytherin. You'd be a Ravenclaw for sure and I'd probably be a bloody Hufflepuff or something." laughed Ron.
"You are loyal and sweet. But you're too brave to be a Hufflepuff. You would have stayed right where you are." said Hermione.
Hermione smiled and kissed Ron's nose. "Thanks for being here for me." she said, truly grateful that Ron was around to get her out of that dream.
"You never have to thank me for that."
Hermione pressed her lips against Ron's. It had been awhile since they had kissed and she missed that dizzy feeling Ron gave her. He kissed her back with a gentle force that gave Hermione butterflies and made her cell lighter than air.
"Sleep with me. Please?" asked Hermione.
"Okay" said Ron. Hermione smiled and moved down, laying her head on Ron's chest as Ron rubbed the small part of exposed skin on her back. The whole thing relaxed her. The silence, the gentle touch, Ron's warmth and smell. All of it combined lulled her to sleep.
Ron kissed the top of Hermione's head. He too was relaxed, however his mind still raced. Too much was happening already and he truly felt that it was only a matter of time to where he wouldn't be able to handle it anymore.
But now was not that time. For now, it was just him, Hermione and the comfort Hermione's bed.
