A/N: all aboard the feels train! Post final battle fluff in which Fred lives. Fred and Hermione Oneshot
Hermione wandered around aimlessly by herself after the Final Battle, stumbling and climbing through the rubble in an attempt to find some peace of mind. All she wanted was to escape the memories of the past few days.
It was over. Finally over.
All around her people were rejoicing. Shouts and hollers of celebration could be heard all over the Hogwarts' grounds. Toasts were being announced all over the school and Great Britain. Voldemort was dead and the Wizarding world was free from his reign of terror once and for all.
Hermione's mind would not stop racing. She was doing calculations of damage control costs in her head. She was avoiding the sight of Remus and Tonks' bodies. Watching over the arrested Death Eaters. Thanking Merlin for Snape's lifelong Kingsley Shacklebolt take charge. Wondering what was going to happen to the Ministry of Magic now that this was all over.
Her mind would not stop racing, no matter what she tried. Carefully sitting down on some stone rubble in the courtyard, Hermione closed her eyes and tried to clear her head.
A cool breeze whispered across her face and rustled the leaves of the remaining trees. Hermione took a deep breath and released it slowly, trying to calm herself.
"Alot on your mind, 'Mione?"
Hermione looked up into the chocolate brown eyes of Fred Weasley, who looked almost as worn out as she was. He had a ghastly gash on his forehead, but a contented smile on his face.
"More than I care to admit," she smiled softly back at him.
He nodded and sat beside her on the stones. "You wouldn't be our favorite know-it-all if you weren't always thinking."
"I wish I could turn off my brain for a while," she sighed and rested her head on Fred's shoulder. "I'm so tired and my brain won't settle down."
Fred nodded and rested his head on hers. They sat in companionable silence for a few moments, but Hermione could not quiet her thoughts. Sensing her discomfort, Fred stood up and gently took Hermione's hand.
"Fred what're you doing?"
"We're going to make your brain settle down, love." He gave a slight bow and asked in his most gentleman like voice, "Ms. Granger, may I have this dance?"
She laughed out loud. "You're not serious!"
"Completely, madam," Fred replied, twirling his pretend mustache.
"Here? Now?" asked Hermione.
"No one's going to care!" Fred pulled her gently to her feet and then waved his wand to put on some music. A slow jazz song surrounded them and Hermione instantly felt better.
Fred took one of her hands in his and placed her other hand on his shoulder. A soft trumpet sounded as they spun around in a circle, just holding each other close. The piano serenaded them as she rested her head on Fred's chest. He even dipped her like a pretty dame in the old black and white Muggle films she loved so much.
As the song came to an end, the couple slowed down and eventually stopped and simply held one another.
"Hermione?"
"Mhm?"
"How's your head?"
"All quiet now Fred," she looked up at him and smiled. "Thank you."
He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, then her cheek, then her lips. "Anything for my favorite know it all."