A/N: So I know how late this is. I'm so sorry, I really am. These past few days have been kinda crazy, what with graduation and stuff. Yesterday, my computer was doing funky things. I'm not even sure what was wrong with it. And today I got a tattoo (A rose, if you were wondering). So I haven't had much of a chance to write and edit. I will update two or three chapters tomorrow, promise. Today's prompt was Gone.
And because a few people have asked, I really did try to make this one longer.
She woke up thrashing around from a nightmare that she remembered all too vividly. She wished she could be one of those people that forgot what they had been dreaming about, but she never did.
As soon as she opened her eyes, her fear grew when she looked around the room and saw that Ron had disappeared. She was shaking madly when someone touched her shoulder. She turned to see Fleur sitting next to her looking sad and assumed the worst.
"Where's—?" She started to ask, but Fleur stopped her.
"Everyone iz outside."
Hermione stood and, despite Fleur's objections, started to head out to the yard. Ron turned and saw her coming, and she resisted the urge to run to him, to be in his arms again. When she reached them, she was shocked at what was going on. Dobby was lying on the ground, a knife in his tiny chest. She wanted to cry. Ron wrapped an arm around her when she reached him, and she finally felt safe again, despite what had happened to Dobby.
When it was over, and Dobby was appropriately buried, Harry asked for a moment alone. As soon as they got back into the house, everyone tried to find something else to do. Fleur went to the kitchen, Bill followed her, and Ron pulled Hermione up the stairs.
She fell to the floor as soon as she entered the room she had been in before, tears streaming freely from her eyes. Ron fell next to her, holding her as close as he could as she rocked back and forth in his arms, sobs racking her body.
"Shh, shh," he whispered, planting a kiss in her hair. "It's okay, you're okay now."
She wanted to stop crying. She wanted to not have to cry anymore.
"I j-j-just don't know if I c-c-can d-d-do it. I'm s-s-s-so scared."
He nodded, but it was so small of a nod that she wouldn't have been able to tell if his chin wasn't resting on her head.
"I d-d-d-don't want to l-l-l-lose anyone else. I know wh-what we're f-f-fighting for, b-b-but…"
"Shh, Hermione, it's okay, you won't lose anyone else tonight. Go to sleep."
"I c-c-can't. I-I-I'll have nightmares."
"What if I hold on to you? I'll make sure nothing can hurt you."
She pulled away from him to look into his eyes. He looked just a little uncomfortable for a moment, and then he leaned forward and pressed his lips to her forehead.
"I-I-It's just…Dobby's gone. And Mad-Eye. Th-th-they…It d-d-didn't seem like…"
"I know," he muttered against her skin.
He started to stand, and she clung to him tighter. "Don't let go of me," she said, sounding a little scared.
"Not a chance," he said, carrying her to the bed she'd been in before. He set her down and pulled a blanket over her, and then sat down next to her, stroking her hair away from her face.
She fell asleep soon after that, but before she did she had a thought.
This was what they were fighting for. They were fighting for the right to live, the right to be friends and to comfort each other and to fall in love.
All thoughts in her mind ceased for a moment as she realized that it was true. She really couldn't deny it anymore, especially considering the warm feeling the thought filled her with. Especially since denying her true feelings for the boy-the man, now that she thought of it-who was taking such good care of her seemed like a betrayal of his trust, even if he didn't know that was what she was thinking. She stopped for a moment, and just let it sink in, let herself really think it and feel it for the first time.
She was in love with Ronald Weasley.
A/N: And she admits it. Yay! I'm sorry if I overdid the stuttering a little bit. I was going for the sobbing effect. I hope it didn't seem too terribly fluffy...