A/N: May or may not make you cry.

Disclaimer: If I were JKR, Remus, James, Lily, Sirius, Fred, Nymphadora, Hedwig, Mad-eye, Dumbles, Cedric, and everyone else I love wouldn't die. But I'm not so...*sobs for my favorite characters*

George walked into the kitchen. "Hermione, come here for a second?" he asked dully. He still hadn't quite gotten over Fred's death at Hogwarts. Hermione nodded and followed him outside onto the porch.

"George, what's this about" she inquired curiously.

George turned to her. "It's about Fred's will."

"What about his will?"

He sighed. "'Mione," she grimaced at the nickname, she didn't like it very much. Fred and George were the only ones who could call her that without her threatening to hex their limbs off. "Fred left his entire half of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes to you."

She gaped in shock. "But . . . Fred . . . why?"

George stared into her eyes. Her was serious, and he wasn't serious at all normally.

"'Mione, Fred loved you. He loved you more than he ever said."

She gasped, still trying to process her thoughts. Fred had never shown anything other than friendship to her, but she would sometimes catch him staring at her with an unreadable look in his eyes. She had often wondered what he was trying to hide from her.

"He, he did? But then why didn't he tell me?" she asked, perplexed.

George raked a hand through his hair, a sign that he was nervous. "He never told you because he thought he didn't deserve you. I mean, you were always telling Harry or Ron or us off for pranking people, and somehow he got the thought into his head that you didn't like him." And with that, he walked back inside, leaving her to her thoughts.

In a daze, she walked slowly toward the orchard where Fred would play Quidditch sometimes. Hermione walked to his favorite tree, the one that bore all the sweetest apples, and pressed a certain knot in the trunk. It turned and clicked open to reveal a long passageway. She got in and closed the door, walking along the tunnel until she came to a room. The room was filled with all of Fred and George's pranking supplies, and also contained a fluffy, lime-green couch. She sank onto the couch and started to cry. Fred had never told anyone else about this room, just George and her.

Flashback

She was heading down the stairs to see if Ginny was outside when a hand suddenly clamped over her wrist and pulled her outdoors. "Fred?" she gasped, trying to keep up with his fast pace. "Where are we going?"

He didn't answer, just walked faster so she was forced to run to keep up with him. Suddenly he stopped, pressed a knot in an apple tree, and pushed her inside into the revealed passage. He dragged her through it into the room and dropped her hand.

She was stunned at all the things they had in there. They had a whole wall full of books, tables stocked with various items, and a blindingly neon green couch.

"I've never told anyone else about this room." He blurted. "Just George. But now you know."

"Why did you tell me?" she asked.

"So you could get away from all the noise. Do you think I don't notice your face when Ron or someone bothers you when you want to study? This room is just that, a quiet room."

Hermione suddenly hugged him. "You didn't need to tell me about this room, but you did! Thank you, Fred. Thank you."

He looked down at her, stunning blue eyes filled with something she couldn't quite read. Now, she realized, it was love.

She curled up and sobbed, wishing with all her might that Fred was alive and with her.

Now I'm sad. ;_;