Fred…?
Of course, in his final moments it had to be her voice that came to his mind.
Fred, can I talk to you?
Even as his mind blurred, those words still hurt, opening wounds that he had long ago shut.
Hermione, I don't know what your homework is, alright?
The biting tone was as fresh as the cold breeze that had blown over his face that day.
You know that's not what I meant.
Of all the memories, it had to be this one that bade him farewell from the world of the living.
I wanted to talk about the letter.
That damned letter actually managed haunt him to the end of his days.
I'm pretty sure we already talked about that, and it wasn't a whole heap of fun. I don't really want to go through that again, if you don't mind.
Resentment coursed through his veins, regret leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.
Fred… I thought you knew how I felt.
Here it comes, the words that had sealed his fate, the words that had sparked so many what ifs in the years following.
About what? About how I was just the clown, the jester? How I was just the one you cried to when you didn't know what to do? How you had just planned to keep me out on the fringes, leading me on? Oh wait, maybe you meant how you felt about my little brother.
And that was it. The words had been thrown out there, without him once even saying the name. The name that he had once fought to defend. The name that now broke his heart.
I… I'm sorry, Fred. I never meant for you to get hurt.
Those were the last words she had ever spoken to him. They had never been alone together since that fateful day.
The ground, which he had tread upon so many times before, was so much colder, so much more unforgiving. Now, he felt sick, crimson blood pouring onto the concrete. So many jokes, so many laughs, had led to this? How anti-climactic. His last thought was that perhaps it was a good thing he died young, because there was no way he could have sat through their wedding. His last gift to the Earth was a whisper that no one heard, his lips forming words that should have been said long ago.
I miss you.
Hey, it's me, you're beloved author and good friend! Hope you liked the story, it's just been sitting in my brain, waiting to be formed. Please review, telling me what you think and any ideas for improving my writing. I'm always up to some criticism, as long as it's mildly constructive.
For YEARS I've been an avid HHR fan. Literally, that is my one true love. Not people, not popcorn, not even peanut butter, came before it. Yet I only just heard of Fred and Hermione; and I love it. Absolutely love it. More as an angsty thing than anything else. I know I say here that she has feelings for Ron, but disregard that as nothing but a crush. Harry is her one true love, he is! IT'S THE ONLY WAY!