Author's Note: I do not own any of the characters or plots that this story was based off of (Harry Potter), although, one could only wish they did! All rights go to J.K. Rowling. Enjoy!
Just days into their journey to destroy the horcruxes, Hermione, Ron, and Harry, arrived at Grimmauld Place. They settled in for the night and set up their cots on the floor of the sitting room. Hermione, hiding her anxiety, went upstairs to one of the vacant bedrooms to change.
As she was dressing, she worried about something happening to Ron or Harry. She knew that they could die on their way to defeating Voldemort, though the part that scared her the most was possibly being separated from them. Stuffing her clothes into her beaded bag, she made her way back down the stairs, and into the sitting room. Harry was already fast asleep- she was surprised Ron wasn't the one to be asleep first- but instead of sleeping, Ron was fixing her a cup of tea, over in the kitchen.
"Thanks," Hermione faintly smiled, as he handed her the tea, avoiding his gaze. She cleared her throat and took a sip of the scalding hot tea. As the hot liquid hit her lips, she seethed a curse under her breath, and Ron handed her a glass of water instead. "Oh, er- thanks." After she gulped down the soothing water, Ron first sat with Hermione in the kitchen, then followed her to the sitting room, where they both sat down on their makeshift beds. Hermione could hardly contain her anxiety any longer, and started to cry. Ron immediately sat down next to her and held her in his arms, comforting her. He couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong, but he had a guess.
"I'm scared," she whispered, lying down on her cot.
"Every thing's going to be alright- you're the bravest witch I know," Ron reassured her, lying on his own cot, next to hers.
"Please," she pleaded, "just stay here with me." A tear trickled down her face, and he wiped it away with his thumb.
"I'll stay with you no matter what, 'Mione- that's a promise." With that, they drifted off to sleep, Hermione feeling the better than she had all summer.
When Ron awoke the next morning, his first sight was Hermione, who was still fast asleep. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of her.
He bent over her and put his lips to her ear, then kindly whispered to her, "Hermione, wake up." He hovered over her for a while, just listening to her breathe. Eventually, he gently shook her and woke her up.
"Well, Ron, I'm surprised it's not me waking you up," she giggled a bit.
Harry, on the other hand, woke up before the both of them, a bit surprised at what he saw. Ron had put the sofa cushions underneath Hermione's cot, so that she was elevated. Her arm was extended down, off her cot, lying next to Ron's outstretched hand, their fingertips barely touching. This gave Harry the feeling that they had fallen asleep while holding hands.
Now that they were all awake, they were able to continue their life-threatening journey to find and destroy all the horcruxes… But where would they begin?