No One Else (Sequel to Only You)

Nightmare

Hermione pushes her forehead into the table of the coffee shop. She groans slightly, in pain of what the death water did to her. She glances at her arm, and it is still bleeding from the death eater's sharp blade. The impact was so quick, Hermione didn't even notice it until they got in the coffee shop. She hasn't told either Ron or Harry about it, because she knew they would fuss.

A hand traces light circles on her back and she perks her body up at the feel of Harry's touch.

She smiles at him lightly and he continues to rub her back.

Ron groans and makes a sick face.

"Will you two cut it out? We are bloody busy right now!" He yells, slamming his fists on the table.

"What?" Harry says sheepishly, annoyed.

"You're always flirting now! I know you aren't dating but you might as well be, cause you're stuck to each other like glue! You know, it seems like you guys don't even appreciate me anymore-"

"Ron," Hermione whispers, her voice soft from exasperation. "We do appreciate you. But you aren't being fair. First your going to break my heart, then your going to shag me, then your going to get jealous of the fact that Harry is the only one that's been there for me?"

Hermione's voice does not get any louder, she's in too much pain. Her arm is burning with pain, and her heart stings. She's afraid, she will never be able to trust her best friend again.

"You're making things harder mate. Please, just stop." Harry says, removing his hand from Hermione's back. She is sad by this action, and throws her head back onto the hard table in frustration.

"Anyway." Ron huffs. "Hermione, do you have our other stuff?"

Hermione groans slightly and sits up, a firm expression fixed on Ron.

"Yes, I do. So maybe next time, instead of yelling at me out of your stupid anger, you could thank me for helping your sorry arse-"

"Mione," Harry interrupts, beginning to rub Hermione's back again. This soothes her, so she tightens her lips and closes her eyes, letting Harry's hands roam around her back, ignoring Ron's hurtful glare.

There is a long moment of silence, where Ron is tapping his fingers against the table, still visually angry, Harry continues to rub Hermione's back, much to her pleasure, and Hermione places her head back onto the table, hopefully for the last time.

"Don't you think we should go back?" Harry asks. "To the Burrow? I mean, a lot of people hadn't apparated in time. Ginny, Fred, George, Tonks, Lupin-"

"An idiot would go back, Harry." Ron growls, then lightens his expression and tone. "They are out for you, mate. We'd put everyone in danger by going back."

Harry looks at Ron for a long time, then nods slowly. "But they death eaters, the saw me for a second when I went to go to Hermione."

"Only a second though. I don't think Voldemort is worried about only you though. He took over the ministry. Dad said death eaters have been interrogating-"

Harry kicks Ron under the table to stop talking as the waitress returns with the drinks.

"Thanks," the three of them say, when Hermione lifts her head up.

Suddenly the door bell chimes as it opened. Harry eyed the two men as they passed, not being able to notify their faces. Slowly, he watched as the two men's movements were identical, and yelled for everyone to duck.

He pulled Hermione under the table, and yanked on Ron's foot because his reaction was slow. Harry shot up, and spells went flying from across the room. Hermione stood up seconds behind Harry, but he glared at her while shooting a stunning spell.