They were dancing.
All alone.
In the yard outside.
There was no music, not that it was needed; they were just having fun.
He spun her around, making her wild brown hair go flying, and caught her in his arms, her back to his chest.
She looked up at him, smiling, before he spun her out again.
She twirled back into position, her arms wrapped around his neck, and his arms around her waist.
They gazed adoringly at each other, and he unexpectedly kissed her.
It was a gentle kiss, tender and loving.
But it was over too soon.
He jerked back suddenly.
She opened her eyes to see him fall to the ground, his eyes lifeless.
He was dead.
"No," she whispered, tears forming in her eyes.
"NO!" Hermione screamed, sitting up suddenly.
She looked around, her eyes clouded by tears, but she was alone.
Fred was dead; it was just a dream.
Just a dream