Summary: It's been two years since the final battle at Hogwarts ended. Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley are finally getting married. Everything is working out perfectly… until the Groom decides not to show. Ron leaves a note, explaining why he didn't show, and Hermione is heartbroken. She decides she won't let anyone else get that close to her again. Yet, Fred has had his eye on Hermione for years. He becomes her rock, the one person she knows she can rely on through thick and thin. As the months pass, Hermione finds herself getting close to him, too close. He can see it, but she always acts like there isn't room for him in her heart. In the midst of heartbreak, struggles over blood status and attacks on muggleborns, Fred must convince Hermione that she needs him and loves him as much as he loves her.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Harry Potter or any characters mentioned within. It all belongs to the wonderfully brilliant J.K. Rowling! I also don't own any songs I will use in this story.

Author's Note: Yes, I am writing another Fremione fic. I promise I will continue with A Kiss to Restore. I just got this idea while listening to Heart Vacancy by The Wanted so I had to write it! If you haven't read A Kiss to Restore, you should! It's gotten a lot of good reviews! Anyway, each chapter will be lyrics to a song that is supposed to be related to the chapter. So, here is the first chapter! Read it and review it!

{ LK }

Chapter One
Loving him was red

Hermione's POV

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, barely noticing the flurry of activity that was happening around me. Today was the day. I was finally marrying the man of my dreams. There are certain moments in life that stand out more than others. I can remember every such moment that happened with Ron. Our love was bright and passionate, full of laughter and light. At least, I thought it was. He was everything to me. I had been in love with him since fourth year. When we fought, it was always anger that gave way to passion. We were always making time for each other, doing new things and acting like we had just started dating. He was funny where I wasn't. He was bright where I was dull. He molded and defined me, turning me from the shy, bushy haired girl with no confidence in school to the bright, confident person I was today. It took years for me to become this beautiful, confident women and he tore it all down in a span of only a few moments. My make-up was perfect, natural colors accented my chocolate orbs and pale pink lip gloss made my lips seem fuller, more kissable. My hair was twisted in an elegant up do, small white flowers holding it all in place. My dress was a beautiful ivory, a strapless corset top giving way to an intricate design on the full skirt. Roses of red and white decorated my bouquet. White for innocence, red for the passionate love we shared. Everything was just as perfect as I had expected it to be on my wedding day.

Except Ron was nowhere to be found.

I could faintly hear Ginny yelling something foul and I could feel Molly's motherly touch smoothing out the nonexistent wrinkles in my dress. It didn't matter, though. Nothing mattered. Ron had left me alone on our wedding day. I felt like I should be crying, but I was too numb. Blood was roaring in my ears and I could feel each tiny piece of my heart as it shattered slowly the longer Ron was not waiting for me the emerge. There was a soft knock on the door to Ginny's room and my heart jumped into my throat, had they found him? I could see the door from the mirror, so I didn't bother to turn around. My heart shattered completely when a somber looking Harry entered the room, a piece of parchment clutched in his hands. He strode towards me and our eyes locked in the mirror. I knew the outcome before he even reached me and placed the parchment before me. His hands settled on my shoulders and he squeezed them gently, his bright green eyes filled with sorrow.

"I'm so sorry, Hermione," his voice was quiet and he kissed my cheek chastely, "You look beautiful."

I did, didn't I? I was supposed to look beautiful on my wedding day. So beautiful that my husband to be wouldn't be able to take his eyes off of me, but that didn't matter now. I didn't have a husband to be anymore. I felt Harry's hands leave my shoulders and I felt strangely bereft. The room was silent as I stared at the piece of parchment before me. With a shaking hand, I reached out and grabbed it, unfolding it slowly. I was met with the familiarity of Ron's messy scrawl and with each word I read, my heart broke more and more.

Hermione,

I know you're going to hate me for this. I don't blame you; I would hate me, too. We had a good thing, but I think it was more for you than it was for me. I loved you, I still love you, but lately there has been someone else and I love her, too. I know I should have told you sooner, I know it shouldn't have even happened in the first place, but it was something I couldn't help. I didn't plan on telling you because I planned on cutting everything off with her. I wanted to marry you, but this morning she told me she was pregnant. I couldn't just leave her and marry you. I have a responsibility to my child. By the time you've read this, I'll be gone. Daphne and I are leaving the country. I'm so sorry.

Fondly,
RW

I couldn't believe what I was reading. Daphne?! As in Daphne Greengrass, the Slytherin Queen?! He left me for her? The parchment shook in my hands and I didn't realize I was crying until a tear landed on the parchment. I looked up at my reflection again and found tears silently streaming down my face, ruining my make-up. I met Ginny's eyes in the mirror and I spun to face her, a sob bubbling in my throat. She rushed towards me, and I shoved the note at her, burying my face in my hands as I cried. I felt Molly rubbing smooth circles on my back and that only made me cry harder. She gathered me in her arms and held me close, slowly taking the flowers out of my hair. As the flowers were set on the dresser, my hair fell out of its elegant up do and cascaded down my back in soft waves.

"That bloody prat!" Ginny's horrified exclamation caught me off guard and I looked up at her.

"What did he do, dear?" Molly asked tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"He cheated on Hermione! With Daphne Greengrass! And got her pregnant!" Ginny cried.

"Oh, that boy," Molly heaved a sigh and kissed my cheek before walking out of the room, leaving me alone with Ginny.

"How could he do this to me, Gin?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"I don't know, Mione," Ginny sat down next to me and wrapped an arm around my waist, smoothing my hair back.

I felt horrid and in moments, my world had changed drastically. I had always associated the color red with Ron. Not because of his hair but because of how strongly I loved him. Those reds had once been so vibrant and lovely were now pale and dull. My sorrow was as blue as the ocean, my loneliness as grey as a storm cloud. Other colors held no meaning for me. It wasn't long before Luna entered the room and she hugged me as well. They stayed with me, braiding my hair and talking about nothing in particular. They helped me out of my dress and I changed into a pair of sweatpants. When I looked out of the window, everything that had been set up for my wedding was neatly packed away in the corner of the yard. I think that is really when it hit me. I wouldn't be getting married today. Great heaving sobs shook my small frame and I let Ginny and Luna fawn over me, I knew I wouldn't be able to get myself together without them.

"Don't worry, Hermione," Luna said in her dreamy voice, "We will find a way to make his life horrible."

I sniffed and gave her what I hoped was a smile, "Thanks, Luna."

There was a tentative knock on the door and I nodded to Ginny slightly, letting her know it was okay. She stood and went to the door, opening it to reveal Fred and George. I had become closer to the twins over the last few years, they were thankful that I had somehow managed to save Fred's life. They took one look at my face, which I knew to be red and puffy, before rushing towards me. Fred scooped me up and set me down on his lap and George sat next to him, rubbing my shoulders. I buried my face in Fred's chest and let his comforting smell of citrus and mint wash over me.

"We're so sorry about our git of a brother," George said.

"We've already taken care of all your things," Fred whispered into my hair.

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice slightly hoarse.

"Well we figured that you wouldn't want to stay in your flat," Fred began.

"So we popped over there and grabbed all your stuff."

"We shrunk all of it-"

"Packed it up-"

"Put your flat on the market-"

"And moved everything to the flat above the shop!" George finished.

I blinked at them, slowly absorbing all of the information. They already put my flat on the market and packed all of my things? Oh, those wonderful boys! Another sob tore its way from my throat and I flung my arms around Fred's neck, hugging him tightly. I didn't know what I would do without the rest of the Weasley's, Harry and Luna. They were so good to me. I clung to Fred and he murmured comforting words in my ear. I could feel all of them touching me. George was still rubbing my shoulders, Ginny had her head resting on my thighs and Luna stroked my arms. Even though my world was falling apart, even though it seemed bleak and grey, I knew I wasn't alone and that I was loved, even if it didn't stop my heart from breaking.

Fred's POV

I stood beside Harry at the altar, waiting. Ron was late. Why on earth would Ron be late? He had been dreaming of this day for years, hadn't he? I tapped my foot impatiently, all the guests were beginning to whisper. Percy, Charlie and Bill had gone searching for him. My mum and Ginny were upstairs with Hermione and my dad was pacing the length of the isle. I felt Harry nudge me and I glanced over at him.

"I'm going to go look for him," he ran a hand through his already untidy hair, "I can't stand just standing here."

I only nodded, I didn't trust myself to speak. Hermione deserved so much more than this. My lips were pressed in a tight line and George squeezed my elbow gently. He knew what I was struggling with. He knew I didn't want Hermione to marry Ron, but she was happy with him… and that is all I wanted, for Hermione to be happy. It seemed like we were standing there forever until Harry came back out of the burrow, his eyes slightly red and filled with remorse. I felt my body go rigid as rage coursed through my veins. That bloody bastard left Hermione! He wanted to find his coward of a brother and beat him senseless. As angry as I was, a strange sense of relief washed over me and that made me feel like a total git. Hermione was probably hurting right now!

Mother came out soon after Harry and began making the announcement that the wedding was cancelled. George immediately grabbed my hand and dragged away from the house. We walked out of the wards and George glanced towards me, letting me know what was about to happen. I prepared myself for the familiar feeling and then we were apparating. In only a few seconds, we landed on the porch of Hermione and Ron's flat. George pulled out a key and showed it to me, waggling his eyebrows. He unlocked the front door and we walked into the flat.

"What are we doing here, Georgie?" I asked.

"If ickle Ronnikins decided to not marry our Granger, then she doesn't need to be living with him anymore, does she?" George grinned.

My frowned turned into a matching grin, "I love the way you think twin."

"Knew you would!"

George and I started to go through Hermione's things, packing up all of her books, clothes, pictures and other valuables. Once everything was packed away in boxes, we shrunk it all down and carefully put it all into one box. We could sell the rest of the things in the flat. With a nod towards my twin, we apparated again and landed on Lee Jordan's lawn. He came out of the house and met us at the bottom of his porch steps.

"What's up guys?" he asked.

"We need a favor, Lee," I said.

"We need you to put Hermione's flat on the market," George added.

"Isn't she marrying your brother today?" Lee raised an eyebrow.

"She was," George started.

"But he decided not to show," I finished.

Lee stared at them, open mouthed, "He bailed on Granger?"

"I know, bloody crazy if you ask me," I muttered.

"Well we all know you've fancied her for years, mate," Lee snickered.

Scowling, I punched Lee's shoulder, "Can you just put her flat on the market?"

"Sure, I got you covered," he winked and made his way back inside.

Sighing in relief, I held the box to my chest and apparated away again, only this time we landed in our flat. Well, it was mostly mine now since George spent most nights at Angelina's. We cleaned up George's room and set the small box on the bed before apparating back to the burrow. George steered me away from the back of the house where the wedding was supposed to take place and into the house. I thought he just wanted to get me away from people, but he knew that I would want to see Hermione. He knocked on Ginny's door and after a few seconds, the door opened and we peered inside, looking around Ginny towards the bushy haired brunette. Hermione was curled on the bed, her hair tangled, her face flushed and her eyes were red and puffy. I moved quickly, scooping her into my arms and sitting down on the bed, setting her in my lap. I felt her snuggle into my chest and felt my shirt get soaked with tears. I wanted to hurt my brother now more than ever.

"We're so sorry about our git of a brother," George said.

"We've already taken care of all your things," I whispered into her hair.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, her voice slightly hoarse.

"Well we figured that you wouldn't want to stay in your flat," I began.

"So we popped over there and grabbed all your stuff."

"We shrunk all of it-"

"Packed it up-"

"Put your flat on the market-"

"And moved everything to the flat above the shop!" George finished.

Hermione stared at us for a few moments before a sob bubbled up in her throat and she threw her arms around my neck. I hugged her to me tightly, relishing in the feel of her small body curled against mine. I knew I would never let anything happen to the petite girl in my arms. I would do everything in my power to protect her and mend her broken heart. I would show her that not all men were tactless gits like Ron. I whispered in her ear that everything would be okay and that we would all be there for her. I was hoping to soothe her. It wasn't long before her sobs slowly faded and her ragged breathing evened out. I knew she had fallen asleep.

"Poor 'Mione," Ginny whispered sadly.

"Hermione is strong," Luna said, "She'll make it through this."

George nodded in agreement, "We'll all be there for her."

I cradled Hermione in my arms gently, "We should take her to the flat, let her sleep."

"I'll let Mum and Harry know," Ginny kissed Hermione's forehead and stood to leave, Luna trailing behind her.

I stood and shook Hermione a little bit. Her eyes fluttered opened and she stared at me, "I'm going to apparate us back to the shop."

She nodded her head slightly and closed her eyes again. I kissed her cheek and with a small pop, apparated to the flat. She didn't even flinch. I held her tighter to my chest and walked with her into George's old room. With a flick of my wand, I moved the box onto the floor and pulled the covers down. I set her down on the bed and tucked her in. She sighed and I could tell she was already asleep again. The poor girl was exhausted. I bent down and kissed her forehead before walking out.

If I ever saw Ron again, I swore to put him through as much pain as Hermione was in right now.

{ LK }

Author's Note: So! Here is the first chapter! I know it's not much, I swear I will write the other chapters with… more. I had to add a little Fred fluff… and I wanted to write what happened on Hermione's supposed wedding day. Leave a review and let me know what you think! :]