A/N: This story is for the house competition. I do not usually write Fremione, tell me what you think!
House: Ravenclaw
Prompt: Fred/Hermione
Category: Drabble
Word Count: 375 words without the A/N
It was only after he died, that she knew.
Only after she saw him lying there on a stretcher in the Entrance Hall among countless other motionless bodies, his face drained of all its colour and his vibrant hair not quite as bright as it usually was, sticking to his face drenched in sweat from the battle. Despite that there was a smile on his face, his face frozen with laughter. That would have been the way we wanted it she thought. Seeing all those things sent tears coursing down her face.
It was only after she cried for weeks that she realised maybe they could have had something more. The image of him lying there was stuck in her mind and no matter how hard she tried, she could not get it out. Walking in and stopping dead when she saw a bunch of red heads. A bunch of red hairs crying hysterically, Molly letting out high pitched shrieks and George sobbing quietly. Then she saw through them, in-between the crying family members and caught a tiny glimpse of his face.
The thought that she could have saved him, that she could have done something, stuck to her brain like glue. Also, the thought of what if? What if she had been able to save him? What would have happened? Would that crush she had, have turned into something more, possibly something more than she will ever have with someone else?
They could have had something special, something that she didn't realise was there until it was far too late. At the time, she felt like she would never get over it, she would never move on or have the same chance, to love again.
But she did. She eventually married Ron and she was happy. She had two beautiful children and all she could have ever asked for. But he was always there, in the back of her mind the ghost of his smile and bright red hair stayed there. She never forgot Fred Weasley and his ever-smiling face, and when she died the only regret she ever had was not finding out.
The deep regret of not saving him and therefore never finding out what they had or what they could have had.