"Don't make that promise when we both know it could break," Hermione told her with a cry, but Y/N only gave a small smile as she rested her forehead against hers.
"I promise you that I'll come back. Either in this life or another, I promise. I'...
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Waking up from her sleep in the middle of the night was never a problem Y/N had. She was always able to sleep soundly unless a loud noise was heard, or a strange movement next to her which would cause her to stir from her slumber. She was a somewhat deep sleep, and could usually be seen able to get a good night's rest.
But sometimes she couldn't. Sometimes she would wake up at random points throughout the night, and sometimes she felt like she couldn't go back to bed because something felt off. Usually nothing was ever wrong when she woke up, but there was that rare occurrence where it happened. And as Y/N stirred awake on the small bed in the cottage on the beach to an empty, cold spot next to her, she slowly became confused.
Now, Y/N could almost always remember that whenever she and Hermione slept in the same bed since fifth year with their many times in the Prefect rooms, they would hold or cuddle each other in their sleep. Whether it be Hermione laying on top of her with her face nuzzled into her, or her arm around her waist holding her close, they always seemed to make some type of contact, even while they dreamed.
Y/N knew it was just an instinct. Hermione usually always curled into her or melted into her when they slept in the same bed. She'd wake up to their legs entangled, and sometimes even their arms still wrapped around each other. Though, when she woke up to see the pale moonlight shining down on the empty spot next to her on the bed, she groggily and sleepily started to sit up.
Well, she didn't really sit up. She rather lazily and messily rolled over onto her back as she rubbed her eyes before propping herself up on her elbows. With a glance from the spot next to her as the covers slightly slipped off from her body, Y/N adjusted her sight to the darkened room. And with a slight turn of her head towards the window, she gave a small frown as she was met with Hermione's back, the girl seeming in a daze as she stared out of it.
"Hermione? What're you doing up," she questioned quietly, her voice a bit low and raspy as Hermione jumped from the sound of her speaking, quickly looking over her shoulder to glance at her. Taking a peek at the clock on the wooden bedside table, Y/N read the time. "Two in the morning? Love, what's wrong?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't wake you, did I," Hermione responded apologetically as she turned around, playing with the sleeves of her sweatshirt. Y/N shook her head 'no' with a small sigh, tilting her head to the side the slightest bit. "No, I just didn't feel you in the bed with me. You didn't wake me."
Nodding her head shyly, Hermione looked down for a moment before slowly turning herself back towards the window, resuming her trance-like state. Y/N watched confused and a bit concerned from the bed as she sat up at a better angle. "What's got you up so late?"
