YEAH—this is my first Fremione fanfic! In English of course, because there are more Fremione fics in English than Indonesian. Although I'm a new in here, but I always hope you'll be enjoy to read my fic. This is a Drama/Adventure, contains spoilers in DH and OoTP. It sets after The Battle when Fred was died, so George and Hermione try to find a way how to survive without him. Rated T to be safe.

N.B : Sorry for bad grammar English. Read and reviews are always lovely ;)

Disclaimer : I do not own Harry Potter, but I wish I do! xD


Chapters 1 - Gone

"Hello, Minister!" bellowed Percy, sending a neat jinx straight as Thicknesse, who dropped his wand and clawed at the front of his robes, apparently in awful discomfort. "Did I mention I'm resigning?"

"You're joking, Perce!" shouted Fred, as the Death Eater he was battling collapsed under the weight of three separate Stunning Spells. Thicknesse had fallen to the ground with tiny spikes erupting all over him; he seemed to be turning into some form of sea urchin. Fred looked at Percy with glee.

"You actually are joking, Perce… I don't think I've heard you joke since you were—"

The air exploded.


"Ron! We aren't going mad! Harry is fine, he can protect himself. We should go to the Chamber of Secret now, we must destroy that damn horcrux!"

Ron running towards the Hall, pulled Hermione's wrist, go to the upstairs, and they arrived at The Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.

"I can't speak Parseltongue!" He screamed, growled in frustation. "Hermione, it's not the best for—Hermione? What are you doing?" he shocked when he saw her suddenly clenched her chest painfully.

Hermione moaned, looked like suffered in pain. She sighed, her heart pounding beatly in her chest.

It feels like a bad sign.

A bad sign that she had about someone.

Not Harry, not Harry, she muttered to herself. He is the Boy Who Lived after all, the chosen one, the one who defeated You-Bloody-Hell-Know-Who.

He'll can protect himself.

Hermione closed her eyes, take a deep breath. Suddenly, her mind focused at someone's face.

"FRED!" She shouted.

Ron jumped, obviously shock at the sounds. "W—what's going on?"

"Fred, Ron! He's in great danger! I swear I'm not wrong!" She ran so quickly without caring herself or Ron, out of the room and towards back to the Hall.


God, please... please.

Please save him.

Changes him with me, please... He's not deserves it, he's really not...

Hermione stopped at Great Hall, her heart beated so fast-making her grinned in pain.

And then, her heart actually stopped.

She saw him.

She saw him—with her wide eyes.

Her wish was dissolved.

No, no, Fred, no.

"DON'T LEAVE ME!" She screamed so loudly as she ran to the lifeless body who laid on the floor.

"FRED WEASLEY! YOU—BLOODY HELL, PLEASE DON'T MAKE A PRANK AT ME! WAKE UP, PLEASE WAKE UP!"

She shaked his body hardly, tears filled her eyes-making her vision blurted. Hermione sit beside him, her arms holding his lifeless body very tight and she sobbed harder and louder.

"Hermione...,"

"Leave me alone!" She yelled.

"Hermione, listen to me, you shouldn't do this, you must...,"

Hermione gazed up, her eyes meet the brown handsome eyes she ever met.

Those swollen eyes, filled in tears, looked tired and hurted, makes her stomach growled in pain.

"George, I am...,"

"I know you hurted too," he hissed dryly. "But he was gone, Hermione. Whatever, how hurts and pain you feel, he still won't come back. He—was—gone."

George hugged him warmly, and Hermione sobbing harder.

"It shouldn't!" she cried, tears still fell down to her eyes. "He doesn't deserves it! He's innocent, he—he just...," her voice broken, she never feels as hurt as this before.

"He didn't die in vain, 'Mione," George sighed. "I cried for him, I fought for him, I'd do anything to spent my revenge. But I know, he wouldn't want this. He doesn't bloody want to broke our life. This is fate. And also, this is real."

Hermione didn't answer. She still crying, crying very louder until she think it's too hurt to cry. Until she feels there's no more tears in her eyes anymore.

"Losing your boyfriend is not as same as losing your twin, Hermione."

She gasped in shock as she heard George's words. "WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT WHAT I FEEL?" She screamed in angry and hurted. "I LOVE HIM, GEORGE WEASLEY, I BLOODY HELL LOVING HIM SO BADLY! AND NOW HE WAS GONE, FOREVER, AND NEVER COME BACK! THINK WITH YOUR BRAIN, GEORGE, IT WILL BE MORE HURTS THAN YOU FEEL!"

Hermione cried again. She sobbed uncontrollably in the floor, her heart still had a wish that it wasn't real.

"I know, Hermione, but whatever you'll do to make him back, it will not work."

Hermione take a deep breath heavily. She looked at George's eyes, those eyes still looked so much in pain.

George is right.

Whatever I'll do, even though it's about to kill myselfI will never be able to see him again.

He was gone, forever, without leaving a word to her.

But he is her fiancee, after all, her source of happiness, the reason behind her smile, her laugh, his jokes always make her happy.

He never hurted her like this before.

Hermione looked again at the handsome pale face that laid on the floor. His eyes still closed, his sweet lips is growing paler than usual, but he looked peacefully, and happily.

Hermione sighed.

She hugged him for the last time, pressing a warm kiss to his pale lips. It feels cool, odd, but she can feels he kissed her back too.

I love you, Fred Weasley. Although you were gone, I'll still always loving you.

Forever.


Ooww—kinda sad, though? Honestly, I cried at the time when I wrote this first chapters. As Hermione said... Fred truly doesn't deserve to be die! Sure I don't want to make a full sad scenes of this story—it must to be happy ending! But who knows? :p Don't forget to click the blue button—reviews are always waited! Thank you so much for reading this first chapter :D