A/N: Hello there beautiful people! How've you all been doing? I hope everyone's been spending an enjoyable Christmas (or any other holiday you might be celebrating) vacation! And speaking of such, I'd like to wish you all a very happy new year!!!! I'm sending you all virtual joy and happiness for 2008 as of this moment…feel free to take as much as you like. Love is free:) Awww…aren't I corny?

Ok, so for the story. It's basically another Fred/Hermione fic. The beginning of the story takes place in the present, i.e. after the war, and the rest of it is a flashback…when this flashback occurs I don't exactly know though. The time periods in this story are going to be slightly undetermined. And nothing is really going to fit in much with the H.P series either…hmmm…well, you'll just have to endure it I guess. I'm feeling rebellious. ;)

Every chapter is going to be a flashback of Hermione's, each being pivotal moments in her relationship with Fred, until the last chapter in which we will return to the present. Savvy?

I hope you guys will like it! It started out as just a little thing I was typing as a spur of the moment, but after further inspection I found that writing a full story with this might be pretty interesting.

So enjoy everyone!! And thanks for reading! I'll try not to let you down!

Cheers!

Jess…a.k.a girl who always writes way-to-long author notes! ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own the song I will Survive, nor the song Surrender and I certainly don't own Billy Talent…it's quite a depressing world isn't it? sigh

Moving on

A silent tear slowly made its way down her frozen cheek. She sniffled a bit. The cold was finally starting to register somewhere within her numb thoughts. She delicately placed another single white rose upon the monument and deftly made her way back up the tiny dirt road that lead to the Burrow.

The Burrow…

Another tear slipped out of her hazel eye as the thought of her second home came to mind. It just wasn't the same anymore.

Nothing was the same anymore, now that he had left her.

She came to a sudden stop. Her subconscious mind had lead her off of her usual path, and had instead brought her to her favorite spot on Earth.

The tears began to fall heavily now. She sat down in the snow under a great big tree, now devoid of all its normally beautiful leaves and flowers so that it could no longer shelter her from the falling snowflakes.

Nothing could shelter her anymore. Nothing could protect her from the biting cold, from the absolute deadness that she felt. Only he could've protected her… but he was gone. And now, not even his tree, their tree could console her.

A sob escaped from her lips as she uttered his beloved name, so familiar to her tongue. It felt empty now, somehow bare as if it had been stripped from all of its previous love and joy.

She let her head fall heavily into her arms.

She couldn't bare this pain anymore.

Not without him.

"Why? Why did you leave me? Oh God, I need you so much Fred…"

Many months ago…

"She reads a book from across the street, waiting for someone that she'll never meet. Talk over coffee for an hour or two, she wonders why I'm always in a good mood. Killing time before she struts her stuff, she needs support and I'll become the crutch. She'll never know how much she means to me. I'd play the game but I'm the referee. Surrender… "

"You know Granger, you really sing like a cat with its dick stuck under a rocking chair."

Hermione whipped around as she gasped out loud in outrage.

"I do not!" She shouted heatedly.

Fred smirked as he leaned into her doorway, arms crossed as he stared at her with a look of amusement.

Hermione rolled her eyes as she chucked a pillow towards his head…which he proceeded to catch with ease.

Stupid Quidditch reflexes…

"Need I remind you who was the one singing "I Will Survive" out in the streets during his little bother's last birthday party? I had warned you Firewhiskey wouldn't suit you well." Hermione said easily, a slight grin growing as she noticed Fred's mounting look of embarrassment.

"Oh come on, I was drunk. Of course I was singing horribly. You, on the other hand, are completely sober. Unless you've been doing something uncharacteristically naughty up here…why do I smell alcohol-y breath Granger?" He asked in mock suspiciousness.

Hermione laughed.

"You know, you should really learn to shut up when you have nothing intelligent to say." She said with a giggle.

"Well if I were to do that, then I could never stop talking. Come on Hermione, where's your logic?" He demanded.

"Exactly where your sense of humor is." She retorted teasingly.

"But…I have my sense of humor right here with me." He said slowly.

"Exactly."

"So then…are you saying that I've been infected with your logic? Oh dear Lord, if I just figured that out then that must mean I have! Quick! Get it off me! Get it off me!" He exclaimed as he began to scratch at his skin desperately.

Hermione sighed as she blew a stray lock of hair out of her eyes.

"You're hopeless." She declared as she flopped down onto her bed. "And I don't sing bad."

"Yes, you do." He said as he dropped down beside her. "But I love you anyways babe." He said in a false dramatic voice, causing Hermione to laugh out loud.

"Or maybe I just love Billy Talent too much and somehow the love of my favorite group has hidden your terrible singing powers, which has lead me to believe that I still like you even after the suffering your voice has just put me through." He said thoughtfully.

Hermione reached over and slapped his gut.

"Shut up. And they're my favorite band. I was the one who introduced them to you, remember babe?" She asked.

Fred shrugged. "Fine. We'll share then."

Hermione opened her mouth in protest but was cut off before she could even utter a word by a surprisingly soft hand.

"Do you really wanna argue with that?" Fred asked seriously, a hand over her lips and another one poised in the classical pre-tickle attack position.

Hermione's eyes darted towards his hand and a devilish smile came across her features. She nodded her head mutely and then proceeded to bite him.

"Ow!" Fred's hand flew off of her as he jumped up in surprise.

"That's for saying I don't sing well." Hermione said with a laugh.

"Oh, you are so going to get it now." He said threateningly as his eyes darkened with contained laughter.

Hermione squealed as Fred pounced on her and the tickling war began.

"F-Fred s-stop! Please! I-I'm going t-to die here!" She managed to choke out after ten minutes of the intense tickling battle.

Fred finally stopped his torture with a triumphant grin.

"Fine. I don't want to kill you or anything, I guess." He said through a thick smile.

Hermione shook her head as she sat up, still panting heavily.

"You sure are one for rigorous cardio sessions, aren't you?" She asked.

Fred laughed.

"You should see me at night when I'm really in action." He said, cocking an eyebrow for maximum impact.

Hermione's face scrunched up in disgust.

"Eww, Fred that's the most appalling mental image ever!" She exclaimed through narrowed eyes.

Fred's hand shot up to his heart in mock pain.

"Well, that sure hurt Hermione. Why must you wound me so?" He said, the classical puppy dog look glued onto his features.

"Oh, don't give me that look Fred! You know I can't stand it." Hermione whined.

"Then take it back." He stated simply.

Hermione sighed unhappily as she watched Fred's clearly amused expression. He was really getting a kick out of this, wasn't he?

"Fine. I take it back." She said.

Fred shook his head. "Nuh-huh. That's not nearly good enough babe. You have to tell me what exactly it is that you're taking back." He stated, the smirk still firmly set onto his lips.

"You're impossible." She huffed.

"So I've been told." He shrugged. "Now, come on and be a good little girl and apologize like you should."

Hermione added another disgruntled sigh for impact. "I'm sorry I said that mental images of you doing…you know, were appalling. I'm sure you're very talented in that…domain. Happy?"

Fred smiled. "Very."

"I'd be even happier though if you meant it." He added as an after thought.

Hermione frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, nothing." He said with a sigh.

Then something quite strange happened.

As Fred leaned over to pick himself up from the bed, his hand made gentle contact with Hermione's. A short intake of breath from her behalf was all that was needed to send his eyes searching for hers. They both stared curiously at one another. A mysterious spark of something shot across Fred's eyes for a second before he seemed to realize what he was doing. He quickly got up as he flashed Hermione an apologetic smile.

"Sorry Granger. Didn't mean to invade your personal bubble. I'll see you later then?" He asked, his voice sounding a bit different somehow.

Hermione blinked a couple of times.

"Yeah…I'll see you later." She said slowly, her voice curiously soft all of a sudden.

Fred nodded before making his way out of her room.

Hermione frowned as she stared at her now empty doorway.

She understood what had just happened. Fred had leaned over and had accidentally touched her hand. No big deal. It happened all the time between her and the Weasley guys, living in such close quarters and all.

She just couldn't understand why her heart wouldn't stop beating so damn fast…

A/N: And the verdict? Likey? No likey? Should I continue this or not? Please let me know:) And thanks very much for reading! I hope that these last minutes have been spent in enjoyment… as opposed to horrible torture…heehee!

Well, ta for now! Much love everyone!

Jess xxx