Chapter 19:

A/N: I'm just in the mood to write, maybe it's the train I'm sat on fueling my inspiration or the fact that I suddenly have so much to say, and this used to be my way of expressing myself, so I'm giving it another go. Hope you like this one.

Ron POV:

"Where's my cuppa, Mum, I'm gasping!"

"Oh for goodness sake Ronald, make it yourself!"

I looked outside to see a massive thunderstorm coming towards the Burrow. I watch my mother go outside at hold up her hands just as a lightning bolt hit her.

I hear a terrifying scream. First, I think it's my mother: she has just been bloody electrified, you'd be screaming too! But then I wake up, and I can still hear it.

Harry is shaking me, but he doesn't have to tell me why: before I can even think about it I'm walking out of the living room where we are sleeping and into the spare room.

Fleur has already got a flannel, trying to press it to her forehead as she thrashes around like a mad woman, trying to calm her down by the time I've run up the stairs and across the landing.

"She von't stop, she isn't waking up. She has never been this bad before," says a panicked Fleur. And she was right, she hadn't.

"I've got her, it's okay, you can go back to bed I'll sort it. Thanks," I say, taking the cloth off her and replacing her seat on the bed. As she leaves the room, I put my hands on either side of Hermione's head. This seems to calm her, because she stops moving completely. Instead, reaches up and grabs my jumper. Her eyes open slightly when I say her name. She looks up at me, and then without speaking tugs on my jumper. Obviously I comply, and with a bit of a shuffling around we both manage to fit in the single bed, facing each other, my feet sticking out of the end of the covers.

"I don't want you to leave me," she whispers, her eyes closed as I feel her curl up in a ball next to me.

"Never 'Mione, I'll never leave you again, I promise."

And then she was asleep again. I stayed up for as long as I could before I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer.

Hermione POV:

I wake up, blissfully aware of an arm draped over my waist. I don't even have to turn around to know that it's wrong: it's obvious just from the gentle snore coming from his nose, that is nestled into the back of my neck.

I lie there for some time, thinking about our journey. Here, at Shell Cottage, it felt as though nothing could harm us. Was the war still going on around us? Surely we had earned some respite after what we had dealt with.

I feel him move behind me, his hips accidentally brushing me, and this seems to wake him up. I wiggle to face him, our noses frighteningly close as his eyes begin to flutter. His eyelashes are amazing, they could rival fake lashes, any day.

His arm is still over me, his hand now very near my behind, when he unexpectedly pulls me in closer, as though he's stretching. His hand is on the small of my back, where my t-shirt has ridden up, and there is nothing between us by our pyjama bottoms. Very intimate indeed, but I loved it, obviously.

"Morning Ronald."

"Hmm… woah, hey," he opened his eyes, looking slightly startled, but relaxed when he saw it was me. He didn't loosen his hold on me: just looked me straight in the eyes. We were so close. I felt him lean in, slowly; like he was just as nervous as I was.

"Morning guys, we need to talk to- oh, sorry, umm, I'll be downstairs," a startled Harry quickly backed out of the bedroom. But once again, the mood was ruined, the moment was gone. For God's sake Harry.

A/N: Just a short one, sorry about that. But this story was supposed to be about those moments that weren't covered in the book, and I think it may be easy to forget that sometimes. Anyway, thanks for reading, leave a review or like if you like, any feedback means the world to me. Xo