The suppleness of his large, well-founded hands stroked at her neck. Her skin scorching and her breath hitched. The brunette on her tippy toes, her body pressed firmly against her lovers. Their lips slightly parted. This was the touch, the very instants, which she loved. The red head smirked, chuckling a bit.

"You're so beautiful, Hermione."

The words encouraged her to yield into the desires. Her fingers twisted through his flamed hair and she brought her lips to his. She pulled tightly on his hair. She needed him, not in a sexual sense. In the way where a lover felt so lost without the other at their side. He held the back of her neck and broke away from the intense kissed. Pressing his forehead to her. Fred's thumb traced along Hermione's cheek, with his eyes shut he felt at peace himself. It wasn't until he felt the subtle drops of tears hitting his thumbs before he opened his eyes.

"Why are you crying, 'mione?"

At first the girl shook her head, she felt so mindless. The witch just couldn't hold in her tears in anymore.

"Please tell me," Fred murmured, pressing his lips to her forehead and pulling her into a tight, loving embrace.

"Let's just run away… lets go far away where nothing can harm us… please," she implored with a pained voice.

It was the sound that made her heart soar, his carefree laugh. Hermione was about to beg again, tell him she wasn't joking. But Fred had taken his fingers under her chin, lifting it so brown hues could meet his blue.

"Where ever you are, I will always be. I'll never be far and I'll never leave. I'll follow you to the end, Granger," he promised, giving her a light kiss.

The moment faded though. She felt his body slipping; she felt his touch becoming endangered and his words merely resonating now. Within seconds he was gone, out of her reach, out of her world.

She woke up so cold, her face wet from tears. Her arm and leg that was wrapped around his blanket tightened. Hermione's face nuzzled in her late lovers blanket, inhaling the last thing she had of him. It was just a dream. A forlorn dream that Fred was alive and okay. That he was with her once again, able to touch and love her without being some soul in an unworldly realm.

"Please… Please come back," Hermione beseeched, her vision blurred from more threatening tears. "I need you," she confessed before breaking into a sob.

"I love you," she whispered into the blanket before allowing herself to cry into another deep sleep.