"'No-no-no"
"No! Fred! No!"
She watched as Percy shook his brother, willing him to wake. Ron kneeled beside them. It was too late, though. She watched as Fred's eyes stared into the air, but not really seeing. She watched as he drifted away, the same friendly face disappearing forever.
"No!" Hermione screamed. She snapped her eyes open and began searching for him, before realising where she was.
She had been dreaming again and...
"Hermione, shut up!"
...she had unfortunately woken up the whole house up.
It had had been a year since Fred Weasley, was murdered during the Final Battle at Hogwarts.
It had been a year and the hole in her heart had still not healed. The nightmares were getting worse as each night passed.
Those days she would do anything to numb the pain. The pain of his death and the pain of regret- she never had the chance to tell Fred how she really felt about him, never had the chance to find out if he felt the same way.
I guess I never will, logic told her.
The thought was too tortuous, Hermione washed the thought away. She was always torturing herself with these guilt-ridden thoughts. She looked up through the curtains to see the crack of dawn -disturbing the small chance of falling asleep and decided it was worthless to try- and crept downstairs for an early breakfast.
