"Fred."

No Ron, please don't... You finally fell asleep. Hermione bit her lip and painfully-tearfully-looked upon Ron's facial features; he was in pain even while he slept. The name that had fallen from his lips hit her where it hurt-where it mattered. Her hand reached out to cradle one of his and successfully snatched it up. A strand of her hair was hanging in her eyes and she pushed it back while she settled next to his bed with pursed lips.

Ever since the battle against Voldemort, Hermione had been spending her time with the Weasleys; that meant that she had been living there. She had planned to go back and remove the charm that she had cast upon her parents, but for now, she was sticking by the Weasleys-especially Ron. Every night was growing hard for each of them; sleeping was such a hard task nowadays, because in her dreams, that damn snake got Ron and now, it seemed like Ron couldnn't handle Fred's death. Hermione didn't think that he could comprehend it, because of how everything happened so quickly.

"George, get Fred. Help him."

Ronald Weasley, stop that, please. The room was uncomfortably cold and she pulled at her sleeves trying to warm herself. A shiver ran down and then up her spine; she closed her eyes as she accepted another shiver. Hermione came to the realization that it was close to freezing in this room. The only reason she hadn't noticed before was because she had been wrapped in a blanket, but as Ron had started to talk in his sleep, she had shed the blanket and went to his side.

"'Mione, you cold?"

Her eyes were suddenly open and she looked into Ron's beautiful, captivating eyes; a soft smile formed on her lips. The cute petname that he had formed for her made her heart beat a little faster. He let go of her hand, only to put a hand under the edge of the blanket and lift it up invitingly. His gesture was asking her if she would like to share his body heat; she happily nodded and settled herself next to him and under the blanket. "Thanks, Ron. I thought you were sleeping though." After a second she decided to add, "Where you having a nightmare?"

She thought she saw him shrug, but then again, she wasn't completely sure. He opened his mouth to talk, but then promptly shut it again, rethinking what he was about to say, "I was dreaming about Fred." And that was all there was to it. It wasn't a nightmare, no, it was a dream about Fred. There was a pain in her chest as she realized that that was all there was to it, nothing more. Ron wrapped his arms around Hermione and pulled her as close as possible. "You warming up?"

She nodded and then let a yawn slip out; a yawn was something that happened often, but this was the first time that she had yawned and felt tired at the same time. She didn't only feel tired, she felt exhausted like she could collapse. "You are alright, right?" Hermione found herself worrying about him; he had lost one of his siblings, and not only that, but one that he was especially close to; one that she had been close to. He shrugged, because saying that he was alright was a lie, but he had been in a worse condition before.

His lips softly touched her forehead as a sigh came from her lips, "Try to get some sleep, Hermione?" He was at a point where he was begging the poor girl to get some sleep, because he knew what the insomnia and the inability to stay asleep; he knew it well. Hermione nodded as she cuddled against him; the warmth of his body heat was enveloping her quickly.

"You too; I worry about you, Ronald. I want you to get some sleep." With that, Hermione's voice drifted off for she had fallen into a light slumber, while Ron was still laying there with a smile on his face, because he had successfully managed to get her to sleep. Now, he had to stop her from worrying about him. He closed his eyes hestiantly.

Realiity was so much better than dreams; it hurt to close their eyes.