"Do you want to talk about it?" Ron finally asked, standing up from his desk and then falling onto the bed just to her side. Her whole body shook as the mattress rattled in its frame. "It's pretty amazing that you actually did it. You're brilliant, really."

"I know that, George, but that's only today.  There's always a chance that it will become a reality tomorrow.  Or the next day, or the day after that.  We don't know what will happen in the future."

Fred wrapped his arm around George and started walking again, quickly raising his wand to make sure they were still headed in the right direction. "Hermione's lovely. I completely understand why you're tangled in her web like a sad, sad fly..."

"I wish you hadn't done that," she whispered, wiping at a tear before spinning away from the regretful look on George's face.
 

Fred sat back down on his bed, letting the theatrics drop so that a genuine grin could show through. "So, you and Granger, huh?"

George nodded, letting himself give in to the large smile that wanted to overtake his face in return.

A grin pulled at her lips as she grasped the quill and flipped the tiny journal open to the very first page. The words that met her made her heart skip a beat.

I will love you, come what may.

"Where did you find the sword?"

Her throat was tight, her voice shrill and hoarse.  She spoke without even realizing she still could.  "I don't know, I don't know, I don't kn–"

"Hermione!"

Ron. 

Everything became piercing and quick.

Her eyes skimmed over the reflection of his black robes, hating herself for thinking he looked handsome in them. It was a tacky thought considering the reason they'd all gathered today. Her hands hastily wiped at a drop of water that ran into her eyes, embarrassed to have been caught in such a meltdown. She felt like she had no right to her sadness bearing in mind his.