Strands of hair slowly fell to her face as she turned the pages of her photo album. Her curly tips tickled her freckled nose, and a faint smile spread across her pale, pink lips. The memories that were slowly starting to fade came rushing back faster than she expected, and she wondered if she even wanted to remember. She was worried that the wounds that healed up would open up and bleed again, as if they never closed. Biting her lip slowly, she looked at the photoalbum, nervous to turn the page. She knew which photo was to come, and she would see the face that would make her smile and cry all at the same time. Her fingers shook, and before she could react, the page turned, leaving her to catch her breath.

Her reaction was not what she expected. She did not cry, nor did she feel any type of pain. There was no gut wrenching cramp in her stomach either. Instead, her lips twitched and the faint smile became a larger one. Her fingers brushed the motion photograph softly, and the hairs on her arm stood up. She could remember that moment perfectly. She recalled the red head beaming at her that morning, his usual mischievious smile replaced with something soft and sincere. It was the first time she ever looked at him differently.

"Hey Fred, have you seen Ron and Harry?" Hermione called out as she jumped the creaky bottom steps of the Burrow. It was the summer before their sixth year, and Hermione begged her parents to let her visit the Burrow once again.

"Probably playing Quidditch." He merely replied from the living room. Hermione furrowed her eyebrows. No witty remark? No joking reply? She went further into the living room only to see him on the couch, scribbling on a piece of parchment. Putting her hands to her hips, her lips pursed.

"Making more products for your joke shop?" she asked raising her eyebrows. She was still tense about the fact that the twins decided to quit school when they were so close to finishing, and for a prank shop no less! Though, she had to admit, she knew people needed a laugh during these horrible times.

"It's nothing you need to know of." he grinned, almost secretly, and turned away from her. The scratching sound of quill against old parchment filled the room again, and Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Well what is it then?" she asked, plopping onto the couch next to him, and immediately grabbing a book from the coffee table. If Ron and Harry were playing Quidditch, she figured it was a good time to catch up with her reading. School was about to start, and she had not had the time to read one chapter of their newest Tranfiguration book!

"Wouldn't you like to know?" he replied, turning to look at her. His nose scrunched up immediately. "Are you reading your school books already?"

"It's never to early to start." she said tersely, burying herself in the old text. She heard him chuckle slightly in disbelief.

"You're bonkers." he said shaking his head. Hermione put her book down to look at him. He had a mixture of amusement and confusion written on his face.

"And you're crazy for quitting school!" she said in a shrill voice, her expression screaming disapproval.

"Hermione love, you must understand...George and I...we hated school." he said bluntly, to which Hermione gaped at. "To be honest, we only went to make our mother happy, but now she's actually starting to approve of our profession. Besides, it was our seventh year, we were going to be out soon anyway."

Hermione noticed his eyes seemed to sparkle when he talked about his shop, and she wondered why she never noticed it before. He was being completely sincere, and there was no trace of regret from leaving Hogwarts. She wondered how he wouldn't miss the place she sometimes called Home. He must of had some great memories from Hogwarts, right? Weren't those enough to make him want to go back?

"You're really proud of your shop aren't you?" she smiled slightly, and he looked up at her, his blue eyes catching her hazel ones.

"More than anything." he said, flashing her a grin.

She didn't know why, but that particular smile made her stomach scramble slightly. It was only for a split second, but it made her nervous, and almost giddy. Confused, she smiled again, but was soon caught off guard by a blinding flash.

"Oh! Ginny what are you doing!" she asked bewildered by the sudden take in picture. The youngest red head merely grinned, and shrugged.

"Sorry, Bill sent over a camera yesterday and I've yet to try it out. I've been taking pictures of everything! We really ought to fill up our photo albums you know. Mum will be pleased." Ginny explained happily.

"I better not look stupid in that photo Ginny." Fred joked with a laugh. "And you should probably label that it's me, Fred, not George. No doubt mum will forget."

"You got it." Ginny smiled. "I'll show you how the picture turns out."

The photograph, now slightly torn at the edges from picking it up and looking at it so many times, still had that mysterious glow. The memory still lived in that photograph, and Hermione could never let it go, no matter how much the memories made her feel bittersweet. She remembered Ginny running into her room, the picture flopping at her hand, a huge smile on her face. Hermione looked at her with confusion as Ginny simply let the photo fall onto Hermione's lap. Fred looked up at her, that heartfelt grin on his face. She remembered smiling widely, not being able to stop herself, and the soft giggle Ginny left as she ran out the door. A small giggle that sounded as if she knew something that Hermione was missing. She was the only one that knew at the time. Even Hermione was oblivious to the feelings that were filling up her entire body.