Harry and Hermione fell asleep together that night. Harry was laying on his back and Hermione lay on his uninjured shoulder, her head on his chest, her ear right over his steadily beating heart. Her one arm lay in his stomach which was bare as his shirt rode up, exposing his abs. Her hand was placed tenderly on his abs. Her breasts were pressed to his side. Harry's arm which wasn't in a cast was wrapped around her waist, his hand under shirt.
They looked peaceful and content they don't look like teenagers forced to grow up due to a war wherein they were expected to finish.
With this in mind, of course, the nightmares are present- whether you liked it or not.
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Harry found himself in a long corridor with a door at the end where he could hear screaming from within. The sc
