Hermione stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the veil. White. White for Ron. If it had been him waiting for her, her dress would be red. But he had said no. She had gotten down on her knees and begged and he had said no. Hermione tasted the bitter rejection again as a knock sounded on the door. Fred slid in through the door.
"No," she said before he even opened his mouth. "Don't do this to me Fred; it's too late."
"Hermione…"
"I don't want to hear it. I offered you everything, my heart, body and my soul and you just threw it away."
"I was stupid. I thought I could watch you marry him. I thought it was what was best, but now –"
"I don't care. Leave!" Hermione whipped angrily at the tears that spilled onto her cheeks. Fred was at her side in a moment. He cupped her head, roughly, in his hands and kissed her passionately; pouring everything he wished he had said a million times over, into her. Hermione gripped tightly to his robes, desperate for this last taste of him before she pushed him away. Her face was wet with tears but there was strength behind her eyes.
"Get out."