"When Ron died, I let you into my –"

"Bed."

"Life. For all the –"

"Sex."

"Wrong reasons, but I was wrong to run away when things got serious."

Hermione took Fred's hand. "I love you, Fred."

He looked at her, a smile forming on his lips. "I love you, too."

The voice was behind her. "You're not Fred, are you?"

"No, love. I'm George. If it's any consolation, I love you, too."

The real Fred's hands were on her shoulders, brushing a thumb across her neck.

"I hate when you two do that."

"It wasn't intentional. I was in the loo."