Title: In Dreams

Rating: T for some language and normal teenage behavior

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and its affiliated characters do not belong to me. I mean no copyright infringement.

Summary: Set 6 months after DH, Ron has nightmares about Hermione's safety. Will they ever be able to admit their feelings for one another?

Spoilers: All books including Deathly Hallows.

Chapter 1

"No, please! Please!"

"Hermione! No! Let her go! Take me instead! Leave her alone! Hermione!"

"Ron, please, save me!"
He searched frantically around. He couldn't see her. He couldn't see anything. He was surrounded by darkness. It was a darkness that even the brightest light couldn't shine through. All he could do was hear her cries. Tears streamed down his face, his body racked with sobs. He ran around desperately, but still couldn't find her. She was no where.

"I can't…Hermione, I can't find you! Where are you?"

"Help me!"

"Hold on, Hermione!"

He ran until he couldn't run any longer. He was breathing heavily, his body failing on him. He fell to his knees. No matter how much he ran, he couldn't get anywhere. He couldn't find her.

"Ron, please! Help me!"

Her voice was fading.

"HERMIONE!"

"Ron, Ron…"

All of a sudden Ron's body began to shake violently, not because he was trembling, but because someone was physically shaking him. The darkness that surrounded him disappeared to reveal a different kind of darkness. The kind you see when your eyes are closed. His head began to pound uncontrollably.

"Ron!"

His eyes shot open. Harry was bending over him, his hand on his shoulder. When he saw that Ron's eyes were open, Harry took a step back.

"You okay?" Harry asked.

Ron looked away. He didn't want Harry to see him in his current state. He didn't want to see Harry at all. He wanted him to leave and forget whatever it was that he might have heard. Ron ran a hand through his damp hair. His clothes and blanket were drenched with sweat. He was trying hard to keep his body from shaking.

"Yeah, just a bad dream," Ron mumbled. His voice was weak and shaky.

"Must have been a pretty bad dream," Harry commented. "You were yelling at the top of your lungs."

"It was nothing," Ron said, feeling the tears stinging his eyes.

"Look, Ron, you know you can…"

"Leave me alone, Harry," Ron mumbled angrily.

Harry nodded. He knew what it was like to have bad dreams and not want to talk about it. He had been riddled with them for years and more than once, he didn't appreciate his friends prying into his unconsciousness when they would ask him about them. Sighing, he walked back to his room, leaving Ron alone.

Ron waited until he heard Harry's bedroom door close. Not caring that he was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts and an old T-Shirt, he planted his feet firmly on the floor and stood up. He closed his eyes and concentrated. When he opened his eyes again, he was standing in familiar darkness. He hoped that the sound that it made when he disapparated hadn't woken Harry. He didn't want to answer any more questions.

Ron walked silently through the dining room and into the hallway. He stopped at the doorway. Part of him knew that he was invading her privacy, but he didn't care. He had to know. The door was already slightly ajar. She never slept with the door completely closed. Perhaps it was because she wanted to be constantly aware of everything that was going on at all times. It might have been almost a year since the death of Lord Voldermort, but old habits died hard. It was difficult to get used to not having to look over your shoulder at every moment.

He took a step closer to her bed, watching her chest rising and falling under the purple blanket that covered her. Her back was to her and her brown hair was fanned over her pillow. Ron longed to touch it, but he didn't move. He knew that would be a definite violation of privacy.

Feeling cold, he crossed his arms over his chest. She was okay. She was safe in her bed, sleeping.

He loved to watch her sleep. She didn't know it, of course, but he could spend hours just standing in her doorway watching her sleep. It had started when they were hiding out in their tent for months searching for the horcruxes. Ron did whatever he could to make sure that he was sleeping near her. Some nights, when they were close enough, they would even fall asleep holding hands. He wished more than anything that he could have that simple pleasure back again. Even if they weren't holding hands, he would never fall asleep until he was sure that she was sleeping first. And even after she had fallen asleep, sometimes he would stay up all night just to watch her and listen to her even breaths.

After they had all returned home to the Burrow, Ron couldn't help but what to continue to make sure she was safe. He had tried to sneak into Hermione and Ginny's room, but Ginny was, unfortunately, an extremely light sleeper and he never did manage to catch anything more than glance. And then Hermione had left to find her parents and restore their memory. She was gone for almost a month and that's when the nightmares began. They didn't become a nightly occurrence until she had returned from finding her parents and, after a week of being back at the Borrow, had announced that she had found her own flat and was moving out. It was when he felt like she was really gone that the nightmares grew more frequent and more real.

She rolled over in her sleep so that she was facing him. The blanket shifted, falling from under her chin. He wanted to reposition it, but he stayed where she was. He couldn't help but stare at the light pink tank top she was wearing.

"Sweet dreams, Hermione," he whispered before apparating back into his own bedroom. With the sound of the crack, Hermione opened her eyes. Thinking she was just imaging things, she fell back asleep.

Author's Note: This is my second Harry Potter fanfic and I'm loving it so far. I've had this idea for a while and I've finally gotten the chance to sit down and write it. The only problem I seem to be having is whether I should be using the word apparate or disapparate. I hope I've gotten it right. Thank you for reading and please review!

Ron had seen her pajamas a number of times, most of which she didn't know about, but