Hello everybody! It's been a while since I wrote a fic, and therefore, I have decided to start again with my new obsession! Fremione! This first chapter is incredibly short, but I plan on putting up another chapter in a bit. Also, I am a bit of a romance novelist (aka I like a little bit of lemony/smutty stuff). But, if you don't like it, you can at least read this chapter and go "Aww! That was cute!" and then stay away for the remainder of the fanfiction.

Also, J.K. Rowling has more talent in her pinky finger than I do in my entire body, so she made these characters and I'm only writing with them to make me happy. She owns all of it.

ENJOY!

Fred was coping. Sure, there was still a ringing in his ears, and sometimes he still had headaches, but he was surviving.

Just barely…

The nightmares were debilitating though. He would wake up, drenched in sweat, shaking uncontrollably, tears streaking down his face from pure terror. The moment before he awoke was the worst. The sight of that face, the green light engulfing him, the glimpse of his brother's contorted face screaming his name. It was almost too much to bear.

"Fred!"

He lifted his face, only to see a cloud of tangled hair engulfing a dark face. He cried out, throwing himself out of bed, grabbing his wand on the bedside table as he fell to the ground with a thud.

"Silencio! Fred, it's okay! It's me."

Fred peeked over his bed. "H-Hermione?"

She was instantly at his side, her hair a mess from sleep, nightgown wrinkled. "Are you okay? Is it the nightmares again?" She threw her arms around him, her motherly instinct kicking in. Fred was slightly embarrassed by the fact that he was shirtless in his boxers, and he could clearly feel her breasts pressed into his shoulder in her awkward hug.

"Yea…um…I'm fine." He pushed her away. "Really. It's no big deal."

"Fred, this is an issue. You've been having these nightmares for a while now. You've got to talk to someone about them. If you don't, you're never going to be able to move on."

He pulled his knees to his chest, his lanky arms doubling around to settle on his ribs. He hadn't been eating lately, Hermione noticed. It didn't help that he was already skinny with a fast acting metabolism. He wouldn't survive like this.

"You're not okay Fred. Here, why don't I get you something to eat." She started to stand, but she was stopped. There was a tug on her nightgown.

"Please…don't leave me alone…"

She looked down at the man sitting before her. The man who had gone through what was almost the worst part of the battle. He was awake the entire time. Awake, listening to the sound of his family mourning him, listening to his brother's screams, his mother's tears. Unable to see Remus and Tonks, laying together, fingers almost brushing. He couldn't move, couldn't comfort those around him.

Hermione sat down next to him. "What do you need me to do?"

He didn't move for a moment, sitting in the darkness next to her. Slowly, he put his head on her shoulder. "Just talk to me."

"About what?"

"…tell me a story."

So she did. The book lying on her bedside table down below in her room had just happened to be the 'The Beatle and the Bard'. She started telling the story of Babbity Rabbity, her mind creating a world of fantasy to brighten his dark reality. As her mind wandered into the story, she didn't notice when his head slowly made it into her lap. She didn't realize when her hand made it into his hair, stroking the soft strands.

And she didn't realize the moment when, she herself, nodded off into sleep, her mind fading like the rabbit into the forest.

Yes, very short, but it shall be updated soon. Once again, I'm obsessed, and obsessions never die easily.