Sooooooooooo this is my very first original fanfic. I absolutely love Fred/Hermione fanfiction so I had to write one. I was going to wait until my other story series, or at least the one story I have started, was finished but I left school early today and wasn't up to going on the computer so I wrote this down and now that I feel better here it is! :) I really hope you guys like this, please please please review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any other characters in this, just the storyline.

Hermione sat there crying into Ron's shoulder while Ginny sat on the other side of him in a similar position on Harry's shoulder.

A mediwitch cam into the room and cleared her throat to gain the redheaded family and the other two's attention. Hermione held her breath when the mediwitch began to speak.

"Mr. Weasley has suffered a lot of injuries," she began looking at the chart in her hand. "He broke a lot of his bone, but we were able to heal them. He's recovering now if you'd like to go see him."

Hermione was out of the room before she had barely finished talking, with everyone right behind her.

When they got to the door of his room Harry grabbed her arm to pull her back.

"Give him some time with his family," he said. "I know you want to see him, but his family should really should get to see him first."

"I suppose you're right," Hermione said with tears still streaking down her face but there was a hopeful sparkle in her eyes that wasn't there before.

The Weasleys all entered the room with the door closing behind them while Harry and Hermione sat down on the floor next to the door.

"Do you think he'll be like he was before?" she asked looking at Harry.

"Of course," he said. "I couldn't picture him any other way."

Mrs. Weasley stuck her head out of the room.

"You two can come in, he wants to see you guys," she said going back in the room.

Harry stood up but Hermione stayed put.

"Aren't you coming?" he asked looking confused.

"You go," she said smiling up at him. "I kind of want to go see him last."

"How come?"

"I want to see him by myself. Go see him Harry."

"Okay. If you're sure..." he said

"I'm sure," Hermione said. "Now go. You know how impatient he can get."

Harry chuckled and walked into the room closing the door behind him.

Hermione sat there for a while staring at the wall opposite her before the door opened and everyone filed out.

"He wants to see you, Hermione," Ginny said looking much happier than she had before. Hermione stood up slowly and walked, nervously, into the room shutting the door.

It was an average sized room. Very white and scarcely furnished. There were a few chairs and a bedside table all around a bed. Since it was a private room there was only one bed, and in that bed, sitting up, looking perfectly healthy, reading The Daily Prophet, was Fred Weasley.

Hermione felt a few more tears leak out, but these were different than the ones before, these were tears of happiness.

Fred had barely looked up after placing the newspaper on the bedside table when Hermione launched herself at him. He wrapped his arms around her as tight as he could while she threw her arms around his neck and sobbed into his shoulder.

"Shh, love. It's okay. I'm right here. I'm fine," he said trying to soothe the girl by stroking her hair.

They sat like that for a while before Hermione had finally calmed down and was sitting next to him with her legs across his and her head resting on his shoulder with his arms around her still.

"I was so scared," Hermione whispered. Fred rubbed her arm. "I know, love, I know. Everything's over, I'm fine, you're fine. We can stop worrying and being scared."

Hermione laughed.

"What?"

"Well, it's just that you said almost the same thing to me in my first year after Harry and Ron saved me from the troll."

"Oh yeah, I remember that," he laughed along with her.

When they both had stopped laughing Hermione said, "Sometimes I wish we could go back to that innocence we had. Before Voldemort came back, before Sirius died, before Dumbledore died, before I watched you almost die."

"Yeah, I can understand that. You three never really had much of a childhood. You were always fighting Voldemort"

"I really miss that year. You were the first person that was nice to me, well you and George."

"Of course, just because we're pranksters doesn't mean that we're mean to people. You were just trying to help Neville, there was no reason for all of them to make fun of you."

Hermione looked up at him. "You were my first friend," she told him.

"I'm glad I was," he said leaning down to kiss her. When he pulled away he smiled down at her. "Do you remember everything about that year?"

"Of course," Hermione smiled.