I do not own Harry Potter, Our queen Miss Rowling has that pleasure!
Thanks to Potterhead-Weasleymad for helping with the title for this as I was completely stuck and to Katie for all the inspiration 3 3
The weeks without him were horrible! Every second felt like a minute, every minute like an hour, every hour like a day. She thought about him all the time and every day she was away from him, her love for him grew stronger, she tried to stop falling deeper. But she couldn't, her heart wouldn't let her.
Tonight was Harry's night on guard, so when he went outside, Ron was snoozing on the top bunk, Hermione lay on the bottom bunk to read for a while. Though she lay staring at the words on the page all she thought about was him. The way his hair shone with flecks of gold in the sunlight, how his freckles darkened in the summer, how his eyes sparkled when he pulled off an amazing prank.
Hermione groaned and buried her face in the pillow, she'd fallen in love with Fred Weasley. She was in a tent in the middle of Forest of Dean with Harry and Ron hunting Horcruxes and he was in Devon with his family, keeping her safe... No keeping them safe, fighting the battle with the order and everyone else fighting the cause, so they couldn't be found.
All the wanted was to apparate to the Burrow burst through the kitchen door and kiss him, Kiss him with all the love she held for him and tell him she was so completely in love with him, that he didn't have to love her back, just be here when she came back and hold her when it was all over. She let out a sigh, knowing that it would never happen. That he would never love someone like her, a book worm, his brother's best friend. But he was her everything, from the first moment she laid eyes on him when she heard his laugh at her first Hogwarts feast aged 11.
That was the day she'd fallen in love with Fred, though she denied it till her third year after he helped her up, after the Slytherins tripped her up in the snow. He held out his hand to help her up, she reached out and took his hand, sparks of electricity ran through her veins. That day, the 24th of December was the day she admitted to herself that she was in love with him.
