Hermione silently walked in to Fred and George's room, only to find George lying awake on Fred's bed. She walked up to him, standing at the edge of the bed. George looked at her, their eyes meeting. He understood what she wanted. He gave a small nod, his throat dry and not wishing to speak. Hermione walked over to the side of the bed and George edged farther away from her. Hermione lied down next to him, facing him. George wrapped his arm around Hermione and pulled her close while Hermione closed her eyes and buried her face in George's chest.

In a few minutes, she had started sobbing softly, her hands clutching on to the hem of George's shirt. George buried his face in Hermione's hair, inhaling the scent of raspberry- Fred's favorite.

Maybe they had spent an eternity there. Or a millennium. But somehow, Hermione stopped crying enough to croak: "I miss him George. I want him back."

It wasn't just a simple sentence to George, oh no, it wasn't. It broke his heart. Brought tears to his eyes. But he tried to be strong as he replied, silently wishing that they would come true: "I do too Hermione."