He'd loved her. From the moment he'd seen her, till the light had left his eyes.
When she'd entered the halls during the tri-wizard tournament, all the Veela's in the world couldn't make his eyes move from her curvy body.
Her blue uniform shone brightly against her pale blonde hair, that changed as she walked and talked with her friends.
A metamorphagus. Related to Tonks no less.
He hadn't been able to speak to her throughout the time Beauxbatons attended. Sneaky glances between tables. Hell, he'd even gone to the library just to see her.
Then, during their stay at Aunt Muriel's, she was there with Tonks. She caused as much trouble as the twins, and Fred couldn't help but love her more.
She was with him throughout the battle as well. Going as far as to never let him out of her sights.
She'd turned her back for a moment. She regretted it the moment she heard George's piercing cry.
Fred lay on the floor, the ghost of his last laugh on his face. A twinkle slowly fading from his eyes.
All she could do was stare. Her love was dead.
And she'd never told him.
When she'd walked into the Great Hall and saw Bellatrix taunting Mrs Weasley about him, she blew up at her, charging with her wand at the ready.
It got her killed.
But she was reunited with her loved one. When she'd seen him, he was fuming. Angry she'd gotten herself killed.
All thought process was lost as she kissed him.
They watched George slowly accept Fred's death.
They were happy.