So yay! My first Multi Chapter Fic. Pretty Please Review and tell me what you think. I'll give you a cookie if you do...
There was once a time when everything was just so perfect for Hermione. Sure she had the fact that she could die any moment hanging over her head like a black cloud, but she was happy. She had a million worries about whether or not she would even live to see tomorrow. Sometimes she didn't even know if she wanted to see the life of tomorrow. But there was one person who could always make her forget all of her worries and doubts no matter what.
Fred Weasley.
All the boy had to do was give her that trademark grin of his, and she would be like butter to him. All of her worries forgotten for the time being. He was simply perfect. No, wait correction they were perfect for each other. Sure it may seem like an odd pair, but it didn't matter. They fit together like two puzzle pieces. Their hands seemed made for the other; fingers intertwining perfectly. Their embraces perfect; all angles and curves coming together as if they were one. It was an odd pair, but neither cared.
As would be expected they turned many heads, but after the first couple months the stares finally began to fade away. They began dating in the summer after Hermione's fifth year. That summer everything changed. Fred and Hermione were both on pins and nails around each other. Both were trying to deny the obvious attraction between them. Fred was trying to reason with himself that she was destined to be with Ron, and she was nothing more than a sister to him. While Hermione was trying to tell herself he was way too old and definitely too much to handle. She was a book worm, he was a prankster. It would never work.
Then finally one day they were all sitting around and lounging around when Hermione got a very interesting letter. From Victor. Ginny of course felt the need to announce it to everyone. The reactions were different on everyone. Hermione was blushing slightly, Harry didn't really care, Ron was sulking, Ginny was excited, George was watching his twin closely, and Fred surprised everyone by simply bursting out of the room. George made a move to follow him, but Hermione beat him to it. Then around ten minutes later George went in search of his twin. Only to find him and Hermione in a very err…compromising position. To say people were shocked was an understatement. Ron was fuming mad, while Mrs. Weasley was nearly bursting with joy.
They continued onward with their relationship even with the others doubts. They made it through all of Hermione's sixth year with a slightly long distance relationship. Fred would come down to every Hogsmeade trip to see her, and they would spend Holidays together and constantly write. Most people would simply give up on the relationship, but still they trudged on.
Then came the time that Harry, Hermione, and Ron were to leave on their mission. Fred argued that it was too dangerous, and Hermione retaliated with millions of retorts. Fights sprung up between them on a regular basis. They still didn't give up. In the end Fred made Hermione promise that no matter what she would keep herself safe for him. Then he proposed to her. Then millions of things happened. Bill and Fleur's wedding, the trio's disappearance, news of Hermione's torture from Bill, and then finally being called to Hogwarts on that dreadful day.
Hermione and Fred found each other at the beginning of the battle to embrace quickly before running off towards what could easily be their doom. Sadly, it did end in one of theirs doom. Hermione had to watch helplessly from the side lines as Fred was killed, and then as Percy pulled him out of the wreckage of the wall that had collapsed. From that moment on nothing was the same. Hermione wasn't the same.
She kept on through the battle, and continued to fight. She halfway hoped that she would her end would come like Fred's had. But it didn't, and instead she was left in her own misery. She was seventeen then and now she was nineteen. The same age Fred was when he died. She had become more closed off towards the world. It was if Fred had stolen part of heart when he died.
People tried to get her to move on, but she never did. Eventually most stopped, except for Mrs. Weasley who was still trying to get Hermione to move on and begin to date again. Hermione always declined. There was still a string of hope in her heart that if by some unknown way Fred would come back to her. She knew it was foolish but she wasn't going to give up. And then finally something happened.
Hermione had been on her way home from the Ministry. She was head of the Auror department. She was to meet up with Harry and Ron later. Who both were finally coming home after being abroad for their Quidditch career. They were both players for the Chudley Cannons. It was Ron's dream, she thought with a wry smile.
Upon reaching her destination Hermione unlocked the door to her house that she shared with both of the boys. It was a multi level brick home that had four bedrooms and three baths. It just had a homey air to it. This was the reason they had bought it in the first place. While it may a bit big, it was home to them. (Link on profile of what it looks like)
Shutting the door behind her, Hermione absent mindly laid her handbag and coat on the steps in the foyer. She began to make her way upstairs to her room. She was planning on taking a nice long soak in the tub before having to get ready for tonight. She had a long day, and had a lot on her mind since tomorrow was Fred's birthday. It may seem foolish that she was still holding on to him, but for Hermione she still loved him with all her heart.
She walked into her room not really paying attention to her surroundings. She simply slipped out of her heels and headed straight for her adjoining bathroom. Her hand was on the door knob when she heard the voice. The oh so familiar voice behind her.
"Hermione," the voice whispered softly.
At the speed of lightening Hermione whipped around expecting to see nothing because it was a hallucination or something like that. But no what Hermione saw was very much real.
There standing before her was Fred Weasley. He was wearing the exact same thing that he had died in, and had dirt and blood covering his entire body. He also had tears stains running down his cheeks and the biggest smile on his face.
Hermione however had a look of terror on her face. Finally breaking out of the stupor she was in, she screamed bloody murder before fainting.
