George had offered to get Harry and Ron for breakfast, Mrs Weasley would go berserk if they didn't start cleaning soon. Naturally Fred went to get Hermione and Ginny, everyone thought it was just the twins being helpful for once, or, as Mrs Weasley thought, they were up to something, that was only half true. George wanted to thank Harry for the money, Fred however had his own agenda. Fred would never admit it, but George knew he just wanted to see Hermione. Fred had always had a soft spot for her, he would deny it to anyone that asked, even his twin. But George could tell, the way he stared at her when she entered a room, the way her mere presence could put a smile on his face, the way he stood up for her when Ron complained, the way he comforted her when she was down, the signs were there he was just in denial.
Fred walked quietly up to her room, careful not to wake her. Ginny had been up for hours, he knew that, she'd been up in his and Georges room looking through their plans for the joke shop and brainstorming ideas for the name. Fred had known this, he also knew George knew this, so why had he offered to wake her? It was a stupid mistake, a desperate plot just to spend more time with the woman of his dreams, but he would have to be careful now, George would be on to him now, more so than before.
He had reached the door now, he knocked gently, no reply, slowly he pushed the door, stepped inside, and clicked it shut behind him. He looked around, there she was, still sleeping, her steady breath causing her chest to rise and slowly fall. the sight of her fragile face bought his thoughts back to his last dream, where he had been hers and she his, they had been happy and in love, all he'd ever wanted since third year. But as he looked closer at her slumbering body, he realised her ivory cheeks were stained with tears. He sat beside her and stroked them away with his gentle thumb, she stirred, 'Morning sleepy' he said softly as her eyes began to open. As her bleary eyes focused and she realised who had woken her, she was startled, yet happy, to see who it was. In a way she was glad it wasn't Ginny, she could not deal with more questions now, 'You've been crying' Fred pointed out,
'It's nothing' Hermione breathed hastening to remove the tears Fred had missed.
'You can talk to me' Fred replied with concern, and to his surprise, she did. She told him of the horrible voices that haunted her dreams, the doubts that filled her day, whether Voldermort would targte her parents, how she would be able to live with herself if he did, 'and I know it sounds selfish and horrible, and I hate thinking it, I do, but I'm scared to die, I'm not ready, but I'm a muggle born, a mud blood…' at this Fred Gasped'…and he's going to target me, we all know it' she finished as new spouts of tears came flooding from her eyes. 'Hermione,' Fred whispered as he moved in to comfort her, to hug her, 'Hermione none of that stuff will ever happen, we've got the order, everyone's on look out, protecting muggles and wizards.'
'But what if they cant, what IF Fred? What if he kills my parents? I will have no one, I'll be alone!'
''You will never be alone, ever. You've got me, and I promise, personally, I will die before anything happens to you, I promise.' with this she snuggled her head into Freds warm chest, his scent calming her.