ONESHOTS | harmione

𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭

deals with PTSD, and might be a trigger-warning :)

Silence. She couldn't process anything; couldn't think without losing track of her thought. Nor could she feel anything; anything besides pain. Her whole body ached, but she was simply too tired to scream for the worried boys in the basement. Cold tears streamed out the sides of her eyes as she lay hard against the stone floor.

She looked down at her arm, vision blocked by the pools of water settling in her eyes. For some reason she couldn't bear to look away; couldn't bear to stop watching the blood flow. It was almost ironic in a way? Knowing that she was so broken, and yet here she was, gasping for breath on the floor.

She was fighting, but she didn't know why. Why try? She was so close to giving up, giving in, but what was holding her back? Perhaps it was the faint yells coming from the basement— yes, she heard them now; heard the screams of anguish coming from below her, calling out her name.

"Hermione..." She heard it now, and despite knowing how loud it was, could only manage to hear a whisper. Maybe it was her senses telling her to give it up; it wasn't worth this pain anyway. Her eyelids fluttered closed, and for a minute, she considered leaving them that way.

Hermione awoke, sweat droplets running down her hairline. She pulled her hair away from her face, allowing the air to brush against her warm neck. Her hands shook; she was terrified. The brunette turned towards her sleeping boyfriend, loudly sighing as she realized she wasn't alone; she wasn't alone. No, it'd been rather foolish of her to think she was this whole time. Harry was there, wasn't he?

Shakily exhaling, Hermione wiped her clammy hands against the bedsheets, trying her best to ignore the fact that they were tangled around her legs. Thoughts of her dream came pooling back, and she shivered, feeling isolated once more.

"H-Harry..." Hermione stuttered out, frantically tapping the raven-haired boy's shoulder.

A brief second later, Harry awoke, a look of pure worry etched onto his face. He gently extended his arms, pulling the brunette into his tight embrace. Her head fell gingerly against his chest, his arms wrapped around her midriff.

Harry began rubbing small circles against her side as he enclosed his leg around her lower body. He placed a series of feathery kisses against the side of her jaw, pulling her limp body closer to his. Hermione calmed down slightly, her cries disappearing.

"Goodnight..." Harry whispered into her ear, leaving one last, lingering kiss against her shoulder. He didn't bother asking what was wrong because he simply knew; this was one of the myriad of things Hermione adored about him.

The brunette mumbled something along the lines of 'goodnight,' before drifting off to sleep, finding comfort wrapped in Harry's arms.