A/N: Just a little Fremione story set during the war…ENJOY!

PROMPT: BY A PINTEREST POST OF A TUMBLR SCREENSHOT, FRED LIVES AU WHERE HE SENDS HERMIONE SUBTLE MESSAGES THROUGH POTTERWATCH WHILE SHE'S ON THE RUN WITH RON AND HARRY. RON AND HERMIONE AREN'T TOGETHER, THEY WERE BUT DECIDED THEY WERE BETTER AS FRIENDS.

THE LEAVES

Life in a tent was getting difficult. Christmas had recently passed, the snow was thick on the ground and the wind was as brutal as ever. While everywhere looked like a scene from a Christmas card, three teenagers sat huddled around a small, dusty radio. The three had their heads pressed together and were hoping for any glimpse of good news they could get.

Hermione glanced at the two either side of her questioningly and they both nodded. She stood, flicking on the gas and boiling the kettle for three mugs of tea which would hopefully warm their sorrowed souls. She swilled the three tin mugs revelling in the tinkling of the water as it hit the sides.

She squeezed her eyes shut and prayed silently hoping to hear the voice of Fred on the small radio. As she had had to leave so suddenly after the wedding, she never got to say a proper goodbye to Fred or any of the Weasley family for that matter. She just hoped they were all safe and held her breath every time the day's death toll was read. Before she had left the Burrow for potentially ever, her and Fred made up a code in which they would converse should she have to leave so soon.

"I don't want you to leave," Fred murmured as she lay tucked into his arms in front of the fire. She knew that this was the memory she would keep to warm her heart in the tent later on in the year.

"I know, Fred, but I have to help Harry," she sighed snuggling into his chest as he kissed her forehead.

"It's very admirable, I have to admit, but I don't think I can bear to let you go after having you in my arms for so long," Fred knew secretly that her addition to the war was to be by Harry's side and be the 'brains' of the operation for the three but after they had gotten together at the start of this year alone, he didn't like to let her out of his sight for fear that she wouldn't come back.

Hermione relived this moment every night, if only just to keep her sanity out on the run. Because while Ron and Harry were great company, they were no match for the closeness she felt to Fred. They had been best friends forever, the three of them, there was nothing they wouldn't do together.

"Shhh shhh!" Ron exclaimed suddenly, breaking her out of her daze as she was beckoned over to the radio.

Her grin widened as she heard Fred's voice echo through the canvas, igniting the flame of spirit into her once again. She listened intently for all of the regular coded phrases. Again, making her heart soar with joy she heard everything she had wanted to.

"The eagle's nest is intact" and everybody breathed a sigh of relief, the family was safe. They waited for the next line about the 'SeasonalPotterWatch' is deep, worried silence. "The leaves have stopped falling" and Hermione's grin grew further. Anything about the leaves was Fred's way of telling her that he missed her and couldn't wait to see her again.

If only she had a way to respond…