Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series, nor do I own any part of the humongous Harry Potter Empire. I worship the goddess who is J.K. Rowling, and I am merely borrowing some of her wonderful characters for this little story, which takes place after the events of Malfoy Manor in book seven.
Author's Note: This is a R/Hr fluff story. They're just adorable and there can never be enough fanfics about them. Please enjoy and review!
Stay With Me
"Stay with me Hermione, stay with me!" Ron sobbed as he carried her to the refuge of Shell Cottage.
Bill and Fleur were running out of the cottage, when they reached Ron, Bill asked, "Ron! What the hell is going on?" Bill looked down at Hermione in Ron's arms and said, "Here, I'll take her," offering his arms out.
"No, I got her." Ron insisted, ignoring the first question.
Ron took a final look back before they went through the doorway and saw Harry and Dobby appear, they both seemed to be okay.
He took Hermione to the living room and laid her on the couch. Immediately Bill, Fleur, Luna, and Dean surrounded them.
Once Fleur started to tend to Hermione's many wounds Ron took a minute to take in Hermione's frail form. Her clothes were torn and dirty, she was so pale, he took her hand, it was as cold as ice, there were small cuts all over her, and then there was the long one across her neck from Bellatrix's knife. Ron chastised himself for not having Hermione teach him some healing spells. Then he remembered…
"Fleur! Hermione has some Essence of Dittany in her purse!" Ron said, jumping up and pushing Fleur aside. He rolled up Hermione's pant leg and took the purse out from her sock. He thought about how if she was conscious, he would have been out the door with canaries chasing after him. He smiled to himself, thinking of less darker, simpler times.
Coming back to reality he started digging through the bag, but ended up getting impatient and took out his wand to summon the bottle. After unstopping it he started applying it to her wounds, starting with the more serious ones, especially the knife cut. When he poured a couple of drops onto it the blood pretty much disappeared and new skin covered the wound, only leaving a faint scar. He moved onto the rest of her face, each time he touched her skin he could feel the warmth starting to come back to her body.
After a few minutes she started to stir. Ron was almost finished when suddenly her eyes flew open, she sprang up and shouted, "No, please, we found it, we found i-"
"Shhh, Hermione, calm down. It's okay, she's not going to hurt you." Ron said, taking her hand again, trying to calm her. She then started to frantically look around the room, he could see the wonder on her face as to where we are.
"We're at Shell Cottage, Bill and Fleur's place."
At the sound of his voice she turned to him, looked into his eyes, and then started to cry.
Ron quickly took her into his arms and tried to soothe her as best as he could.
"Oh, Ron I'm so happy that we're away from that terrible place. That was probably the most horrific thing I've ever been through." she sobbed.
"Well it's all over now and you'll never have to go through that again as long as I'm around."
He examined her face; she looked so pale, weak and tired.
"You should get some rest."
She was about to answer when Bill and Fleur came back into the room with grave news, Dobby was dead, he wasn't able to escape Bellatrix's knife. Immediately Ron felt a huge weight come down on him, they had lost another ally and friend. He looked over to Hermione and tears were already starting to fall. He put an arm around her shoulders.
"Harry is already digging a grave outside." Bill informed us.
"Then I'll go out and help him." Ron said, feeling that it was the least he could do for the elf.
"I'll help too," Dean said from the doorway of the kitchen, "I owe him for getting me out of that wretched place."
"Well then I'll help too." Hermione stated.
"Oh no you're not! You can barely stand and you want to do some manual labor? You missy, are going to take a nice rest." Ron told her.
She was about to retort but Ron gave her a stern look and she hushed down.
"Zen why don't we take you upstairs so you can zleep on a nice comfy bed?" Fleur suggested.
Hermione pursed her lips, thinking of her other options, before saying, "Okay. And thank you for taking us all in."
"It's absolutely no problem, we are very happy to have you here and know that you're safe and sound." Bill said, "Do you want me to help you get up the stairs?"
"Um-" Hermione started to say.
"No I'll take her Bill, why don't you check on everyone else, I got her." Ron insisted.
"Okay then. You can put her in the room you used. Ollivander is in the other spare room."
Ron took her hand and she gingerly got up. When she was standing he put an arm around her waist and she put one hand on his shoulder. Then they slowly made their way upstairs.