A/N: This is my first fanfic, so please review, just for the sake of reviewing. Have a heart please?

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, he and all the characters belong to the brilliant mind of J.K. Rowling.

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Hermione stood above Fred's grave. The grey tombstone stuck out to her more than any of the others that were around the new graveyard. She held two roses in her hand. They were her favorite flower and what brought the Weasley twin to her.

They both agreed never to tell anyone of their relationship. Most people wouldn't have supported them, especially with Ron so madly in love with Hermione. They would sneak away from each other just to snog, or even to enjoy each other's company. Fred had the hardest time not showing his affection for Hermione, but it was his idea to hide the relationship from Ron.

While they were with each other during the summer, Fred and Hermione spent more and more time with each other. Neither of them knew when they would see each other again. So, it was obvious that they didn't care who saw them. And of course, when you're young and in love, or think you're in love, you can do some crazy things.

Hermione would admit it now. When Ron and Harry were sleeping, late at night, she would hunt down Fred. Seek his company, his love, and him in particular. She never thought anything differently. She never thought that Fred wouldn't be standing next to her right now.

"Fred," she breathed, dropping a rose on the freshly dug grave. Her and George were one of the last to leave.

George had come to accept Hermione; he could tell that Fred loved the busy haired witch very much. Even sometimes while they were at their Aunt Muriel, Hermione would come to visit them. Not for the family, but mainly for Fred. She would assure the rest of the family that Ron was alive and living.

George placed a comforting hand on Hermione's shoulder. "Hermione, it's going to rain. We should go," he said calmly.

Hermione shook her head. She felt tears roll down her face. Maybe if she had told Fred more times she loved him, or if she was actually there at the fight, she could have saved him. She felt like it was all her fault that he was currently six feet under ground.

The rain started to pour down on top of the grave and the two people who seemed to understand Fred the most. It wasn't a cold rain, but it was rather warm, like Fred was still with them, crying next to them for all their losses.

George shook his head, getting his bangs out of his eyes. "Hermione, it's time to go now," he insisted, "Fred wouldn't want you to catch your death out here."

"Hold on George, one more minute," she was just as stubborn as he was.

"Fine, but I'm timing you." A smile crossed his face as he said it. He made a promise to Fred that if anything were to happen to him, George had to take care of Hermione and made sure she lived a life of not mourning him day in and day out.

"Oh Fred, I'm sorry," Hermione sobbed. "If I could change anything, it would be the way I treated you after our fight."

They had gotten into a huge fight right before the final battle. It was while Hermione was staying at Bill's. Fred had accused her of caring more for Ron and Harry. She had called him stupid, and they argued for a good ten minutes about this. Hermione then left him after that, trying to forget the heartbreak that he had caused.

That was nearly three months ago. It was hard on her, she was getting tired of traveling and longed to be in Fred's arms. She never thought she'd forgive him for anything. She really never got a chance to before the final battle to apologize for her mistake.

"I'm so sorry Fred," She dropped the other rose onto his grave. It landed across the other red one. She looked at George and nodded. "I'm ready."

George frowned then looked out towards Fred's grave. He nodded and muttered, "I'll take care of her."

"Hold on George." Hermione ran over and kneeled on the pile of dirt. She bowed her head and whispered (it was miraculous that George heard it), "Fred, I'm three months pregnant." She then stood up and the only part of the Weasley twins put his arm around her.

"I'll help with your child in anyway possible," he whispered into her hair. "Hermione, I'll even marry you if it will help."

"Thank you George," said Hermione. "But that won't be necessary. I do want you to help me raise her. I also wish for you not to notify anyone else."

"I can do that."

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A/N: I think this is going to be series of short fics. I'm not sure though. If you guys can please review, it would be really nice. Thanks.