The Blood In Our Veins (Dramione)

Part 1

Hermione's POV:

"Will you be mine Mione ?" The lanky redhead faintly murmured to my ear, as we stood hand in hand looking out towards the gleaming lake. A smile made its way into the corners of my mouth as I nodded my head and whispered a quiet "yes".

Ron had asked me to be his girlfriend, and at the time, I couldn't think of anything that would make me happier. After all, the war had truly taken a toll on the few survivors that lived to see another day. Every day was a constant reminder of how lucky I was to be alive.

Luckily, all three of my best friends had made it out alive too, Ginny, Harry, Ron, and I had all survived, but it had come at a price. We all lost something, whether it be a loved one or our sanity. Some nights it was unbearable, I would wake up screaming, and just seeing the horrendous scar on my arm was proof that my nightmares were once reality.

On this particular night, I woke up in a cold sweat. Tears glistened on my pale cheeks, and the faint voice of Bellatrix was screaming in the back of my mind. Absentmindedly my fingertips trace over my mud blood scar causing goosebumps to cover my arms.

I let out a forced breath and climb out of bed. I carefully slip out under the covers making sure Ron does not stir beside me. I tiptoe my way downstairs and grab a book off one of the shelves in the hallway. As annoying as it was for others, reading was my only escape from my heart-wrenching nightmares.

They helped me keep what little bit of sanity I had left. I made my way into the kitchen and filled a glass of water, Crookshanks kept on to the counter watching me while his tail waved back and forth. "And just what do you think you're doing at this time of night Mr.?" I smile as I stroke his fluffed up fur. Crookshanks lets a loud meow followed by purring, and I quickly shush him in fear of witnessing an angered Ron marching down the stairs.

I had left my wand by the bedside and had no means of creating a silencing charm. But on my way to sit on the chairs to read my book, I am greeted with a mop of red hair. "Uhhh... hello...." I whisper staring into angry eyes.

"Hermione! What the hell! You know perfectly well I have work in the morning but here you are once again creating a racket just to feed your horrible addiction! All you really are is an insufferable bookworm! Is reading honestly that much more important than your own boyfriend getting sleep?!" He shouts glaring at me as I stared back in disbelief.

"Ron, no-I uh, it was just another nightmare-" I try to plead but I am quickly cut off when Ron furrows his eyebrows and throws his arms up in the air in annoyance.

"Quite honestly Hermione I'm starting to think that these 'nightmares' are being made up. We all went through the war, but some of us learn to grow up and deal with it. Unlike you, who burrows her head into the bookshelves and abandons everyone else. Whether that be their emotions or anything else! God, Hermione Granger, when are you going to learn to grow up!!" He finally shouts his face red with anger.

I shrink back and clutch my book tighter to my chest, without knowing, I feel tears drip off my chin. My lips tremble and Ron gives me one glance and storms back up the stairs. He and I had been dating for two years, and Ron never understood the effect my nightmares had on me. It wasn't something I could help or stop, every nightmare was like reliving the war all over again, especially Bellatrix's torture.

Or perhaps maybe it was all my fault, I just needed to grow up like everyone else...