A/N hey everyone, this is my first fic, including my favourite pairing xD
I don't know if I'll post any other stories but I just had this idea that wouldn't away and have wanted to have a go at posting a fic for a while.
Please be gentle if anyone is kind enough to think this chapter deserves a review.
I also have five other chapters to go with this and if anybody wants me to add them then I will :)
So I'm sorry for this long authors note but I just wanted to introduce myself!
disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, that all belongs to the queen J.K
He had felt this way for a long time and yet she had no idea.
Fred Weasley had fallen in love with Hermione Granger.
Despite the crush that he had harboured during his last year at Hogwarts for the bossy former prefect, he had had no other feelings before then, except a sibling love for the third female member of his immediate family.
At the time, he had put this crush down to the fact that she was growing into a nice young woman, a brilliant witch (which he had actually known all along) and a strong one for how much she had been a part of since the incident on Halloween with the troll AND on top of that, she put up with his idiot brother and the Boy-Who-Lived all these years.
Well – there was that and the fact that she did have a lovely arse – something which George has also mentioned at the time with a cheeky grin.
He had put the crush to the back of his mind and forgotten it (or so he thought) when he had escaped Hogwarts and started dating Angelina Johnson when she too had finished – only officially in her case.
They hadn't lasted long and had soon figured out that they were never meant to be after six months of dating.
They were too similar which was both a blessing and a curse.
After one too many arguments, Angelina had finally had enough, declared that they were now on a break, packed a bag and left with a small goodbye.
They had spoken around a week later and come to the conclusion that they should end things on a more permanent basis.
There was no bad blood between the pair and Fred was happy when he found out that Angie was going to be a mother and Oliver Wood was set to become the father.
Leading up to the war, the wizarding world was consumed with the terror that was Voldemort and his Death Eaters. It was one of the worst times in his life, not knowing what was going to happen for certain one day to the next. He had thought about losing family members and close friends to the war, but tried to stay optimistic that they would win – again – only this it would be forever.
During this time, he would find himself having thoughts on a certain brunette. He wished that she were home safe with Harry and Ron and the wizarding world had already been saved. He had, had these thoughts every day during that time, until he starting wishing that Hermione was not just safe and home, but safe and secure within his protective arms, where he could look after her.
He soon realised that his previous crush on the girl was now blossoming into something deeper when he thought of how brave she was – taking on such a perilous task so that they could all hopefully live in peace one day. He promised to himself that as soon as he next saw Hermione, he would hold her in his arms and declare his feelings – hoping for all he was worth that she too felt the same way.
After finding out about the trio's task, both himself and George had put their full faith into them and reassured themselves constantly that they would find and destroy all of the remaining horcruxes.
He was both relieved and worried that he, George and Lee had not heard anything regarding Harry, Ron and Hermione's whereabouts when they were presenting Potterwatch – his heart panging in his chest when he thought of what they must have been going through. He felt older brother protectiveness when he thought of the two males and feelings for Hermione that he couldn't yet describe.
On that day when they were all reunited at Hogwarts, he knew that they would win this and get rid of old voldy once and for all.
After the war, it was touch and go for a while. That damned wall had fallen on him and nearly crushed him to death. It wasn't just the thought of death that worried him; it was what he was thinking at the time,
He had seen George's face in his mind first and didn't know how his twin would cope if it were to be a bad ending. Then he saw his parents, followed by his other family members, before finally settling on Hermone.
The image he had conjured was not false and Hermione looked beautiful. He thought of her hair – how it had once been an untameable mess that she couldn't stand – but he grew to love it as it was a part of this wonderful woman. He thought about her chocolate brown eyes that always seemed to sparkle when she was immersed in a good book or when she was laughing. He finally settled on her lips, the lips that he imagined were soft to the touch and would taste of the cherry lip balm that she always wore.
She had been in his last thoughts before it had all gone black.
