Harry Potter Oneshots

sixty-harry&hermione&ron

ship: harry & ron & hermione (friendship)

prompt: my head

category(?): fluff maybe? I wouldnt call it angst

warning/tags: sensory overload, panic attack, supportive!ron, supportive!hermione, care, yelling, open ending

notes: my parents were yelling so I based Harry off me and then exaggerated it

words: 750

Harry felt like clamping his hands over his ears. All he could hear - besides the voices of Ron amd Hermione screaming - was static. The static was steadily getting louder and everything was too much. The dripping of the sink, the slamming of Ron's hand on the table, Hermione's shrill voice...

"I need it to stop..." Harry mumbled.

Everything felt like it was too much. Just too much, it needed to stop. He couldn't breathe.

Harry suddenly stood, unaware of the noise his chair made falling to the floor. His hands are clasped to the sides of his face and he's slowly backing out of the kitchen.

Hermione is the first to notice, as was usual with Harry. "Harry, are you all right?"

Harry can barely hear her over the static and he shakes his head.

Ron, as thick as he is, notices it too. "Mate?"

Harry can't do more than say, "Make it stop."

"What, Harry? What do you want to stop, love?" Hermione is holding his wrist but he can barely feel it.

Harry shakes his head, and Ron is standing too. "Mate, sit down. Everything's fine."

Harry shakes his head and holds tight to Hermione's hand. "Loud. It's too loud, 'Mione! Make it stop!"

She nakes a split second decision and pulls him into a tight hug.

At first he struggles, but finally goes limp, his hands coming away from his face.

"Better? Is it quieter?" Hermione whispers, and her hands are rubbing at his back and in his hair and Harry could fall asleep right there.

He nods, because falling asleep in the middle of their kitchen in Hermione's arms wouldn't be convenient.

She nods. "We're going to get you on the sofa, okay? Ron's going to help me lift you and you'll lay down on the sofa, alright?"

Harry nods, and they gently lay him on their (ugly, in Ron's opinion) grey sofa.

Hermione approaches him with an old quilt. "Here, I'll put this quilt on you, okay?"

Harry shakes his head. "Too heavy. It's too much."

She nods, although her brow creases in confusion. "Okay, that's okay. Can you try to sleep for me? I'll put the radio on and you can take a nice little nap. How does that sound?"

Harry nods, and with a flick of her wrist Elvis Presley is singing.

As they watch their best friend sleep, Ron sits next to Hermione and whispers, "What the hell was that?"

Hermione frowns. "Not sure. I'm thinking a panic attack, maybe sensory overload."

At his blank look, she sighs. "You know what a panic attack is. Sensory overload is basically where your senses are all feeling too much at once, the brain can't process it. It's been awhile since I read about it, but I'm pretty sure that's right. It's pretty common in people with PTSD and a few other diagnoses."

Ron nodded, though he still didn't understand. It was easier sometimes to pretend you understood. "So why did that happen? Is he all right?"

"He should be. As for your first question, I don't know. We have to look at the situation carefully. What was happening when his episode or whatever started?"

Ron shrugged. "I dunno. We were eating and then talking about the Ministry, Teddy, we started arguing, then he stood up."

Hermione sighed. "Eating, talking, episode. Eating, talking, episode...What were we talking about? Maybe something we said triggered him."

Ron shrugged. "I don't log our conversations, do I?" At her look he quickly continued, "Er, I mean. I was talking about the Auror department with Harry. He seemed fine, saying how Robards is an idiot - and he is!"

"Next?"

"Uh, you said something about house elf rights. Spew."

"It's S. P. E. W. Ronald! Besides the point. What else?"

"Teddy. No way that could have caused anything."

"Maybe he thought of Professor Lupin? The war?"

Ron shook his head. "He was still good at that point."

Hermione shook her head. "We were arguing! What were we arguing about? Ron!"

He sheugged helplessly. "Um, um, me! You were saying something about me eating too slobbish, then I said something about-"

Hermione nodded. "About how i should focus more on my life than mine. Then I think you said something about how we haven't had sex lately..."

"Why would our sex life be triggering to Harry?"

Harry suddenly sighed. "Yelling."

Hermione bolted up. "Oh, Harry, how are you feeling? I'll get you some water, you look awfully pale."

Ron shrugged. "Women."