"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."
