This is for the July Twin exchange. Prompt and pairing was given by YouCanCallMe MrsMalfoy. Sorry it kinda ends with Ron/Hermione. Also sorry bout the sortness.
Dear Fred,
Five. Five years since the war ended. Five years since you died. Five years since I last talked to you. Five years, one letter every year. Five letters and still the same message every time.
I wish I could see your face one more time. I guess I shouldn't say that. I see your face every time I talk to George. It takes all my will power not to allow the tears to flow. But I don't want to see his face; I want to see your face. Your bright aqua eyes dancing as your wear the goofiest grin ever. You always knew how to make me laugh. Remember my fifth year? You tried everything to get your puke pastilles back when I took them. I was a prefect; it was my job. You made the whole school laugh that year. I was so upset when you left, but then you and your brother opened up that joke shop, spreading happiness to all the wizarding war.
Speaking of your brother, he's getting married next week. Him and Angelina. Although I'm sure you knew that since your going to be his best man. He told us that when your mother asked. I wish we were all going to actually see you standing up there next to your brother. Which reminds me: Ron finally proposed. I love him but sometimes I still wish it was you.
Fleur's pregnant again, Charlie's still single, and Ginny and Harry are celebrating there first anniversary.
We all miss you so much Fred. I really wish you were here.
I love you,
Hermione
Slowly she folded the envelope, not even trying to stop the tears that came flowing from her eyes. One hit the page, smearing a word, but she continued on; carefully placing it in the envelope and sealing it. Her pen danced over the page, gripped by her slender hand, as she spelled out his name. Once that was done she opened up the second draw of her desk, unlocking it with the key she kept on a chain around her neck. Inside the plain, square draw where four other letters, all addressed to the same person, a box of puking pastilles she had confiscated from him during fifth year, and a birthday present from him during her sixth year.
Gently, she placed the newest addition on top of the others.
She had just relocked the door when she heard someone stir from the bed across the room.
"What are you doing Mione?" Ron's voice drifted over as he sat up. His hair was disheveled and his eyes were only half-open, giving away that he was still tired.
"Nothing," She whispered back, still facing away, her hands gracing over her face as she attempted to wipe away the tears, "I just couldn't sleep."
"Come here." When she turned around she saw he had his arms open for her. She walked over and snuggled down into his arms.
"Love you Mione," he said, his head resting on the top of hers.
For a second she didn't say anything but finally she whispered, "Love you too."