Hermione lay curled in a blanket on a couch in the Burrow. Ever since the war she couldn't sleep and could barely eat. The fire crackled and she just stared at it, in a mesmerized trance. Suddenly she jumped, footsteps were cascading down the stairs, and soon enough, Fred Weasley appeared before her.
"Hermione, what are you doing up? It's almost four a.m." Fred said.

"Can't sleep," Hermione mumbled. She heard Fred sigh then leave the room only to return moments later with two steaming mugs of butterbeer in his hands.

"Well if were up we might as well" Fred said when he saw Hermione eyeing the butterbeer and giving him a suspicious and curious look. Fred sat next to Hermione and placed her butterbeer on the table in front of her. She hastily picked it up and started gradually taking larger gulps until it was finished. Hermione set the mug on the table and looked at Fred who was staring at her, his own mug frozen in his grip.
"That was fast, are you okay Hermione?" he asked setting his mug down from its frozen position onto the table. Hermione shook her head and her lip quivered. Tears began to fall rapidly down her cheeks and onto the blanket, and before she could stop herself she flung herself onto Fred. Who took this as a shock at first but quickly recovered. He held Hermione tightly against him, trying to stop her from shaking so badly. She cried for a good few minutes on Freds shoulder. He was trying his all to soothe her before she quieted.

"What was that about?" Fred asked still rubbing Hermione's back. Hermione moved off Fred's shoulder even though his hand never left her back

"I guess I'm just in shock from the war." Hermione replied in a shaky voice.

"We all are, and with time, were all going to be recover." Fred said whilst grabbing the blanket from Hermione's lap and wrapping it around her shoulders.

"Just time, and some comforting," he said reconnecting his hand to Hermione's back. She laid on his chest and started feeling sleepy, her eyes were finally tied and her cheeks felt dry, her stomach was full of the warm sensation butterbeer and Fred was massaging soothing Circles into Hermione's back.
"Just time and comforting," she mumbled before falling asleep, Fred also thought he heard "And Fred" but he figured he had been hearing things. Fred placed a lingering kiss on the top of the sleeping Hermione's head before falling asleep.