Chapter One
Hermione's head was gently resting on George's shoulder. They were both silently crying to themselves. They both had crumpled noted in their hands. They squeezed them tightly in their hands. As if that was the last piece of food on earth. Hermione's other hand was intertwined with George's.
They squeezed one another's hand as tight as they could. Like if they let go they would never see each other again. Like they had to hold on to each other. Plus, they didn't want to let go. They needed each other's comfort.
Every few minues Hermione's hair would fall onto her face and George would push it back and fake a smile.
Hermione, Fred, and George had all gotten very close since fifth year. But the man Hermione had her head resting on wasn't the man she loved. The man she loved was the one lying dead on the ground.
Hermione felt bad about crying. Fred had only been a boyfriend. To George it was his twin. It made her feel guilty. But George said she deserved to cry. After all they had been engaged.
They got engaged the night of Bill and Fleur's wedding. The funny thing was that he only proposed so she would have something to remind her of him. And so Ron knew that she belonged to Fred.
The notes in their hands were from Fred. He had written to everyone in his family and given them the letters before the war. "If I die, read this. If I don't you can just throw it away." He told them.
They had all read their letters. The tears the ran down the family's cheeks were simply heartbreaking.
Hermione's letter was on a special lavender scented paper becuase that was his favorite perfume that she wore. It read.
Hermione,
I'm not going to tell you I love you because that's an understatement. You're my whole world. I don't know how I could ever live without you. I'm sorry I left you like this. I just want you to know that you deserve to be happy. Please let me go, marry Ron or George or whoever you want. Have kids. Please, just be happy. I could never live with myself if you didn't. Please don't cry over me. I'm not that important. I told George if anything happens to me to take of you. Becuase if something happens to you to, I don't know what I would do. You're so wonderful. I don't know how I ever let you go. I didn't want to leave you, but I did. And I feel bad. If it was up to me I would be shagging you right now. But it's not, so i'm sorry you'll never be able to experience my amazing shgagging skills. I love you Hermione. I hope you knew that.
Your Fred.
Hermione had never cried so much in her entire life. How couyld he write this. Be happy. How was she supposed to do that? He was her everything. They had been dating since fifth year. It was like he was saying. Who cares if I died. I wasn't that cool. What was wrong with him?
George's letter had made George want to punch Fred in the face. It read.
Georgie,
Umm, look. I'm sorry. You're my best friend. I love you. But before I get to the sweet and nice shit I need to ask a favor from you. I need you to somehow convince Hermione to be with you or Ron. I need to know that she's safe. That she's with someone who loves her. I don't want to see her get hurt. Please just try. If she doesn't want to then let it go. I want her to be happy but at least keep an eye on whoever the basterd is. So now to the cheesy stuff. You're the best person I know. I want you to be happy too. Please don't cry. I don't like seeing that. Well, I guess my mischief is finally mananged.
Your partner in crime, Fred.
Again George was left questioning his brother. How could he possibly convince Hermione to be with him. Maybe Ron, but not him. It was mad. Hermione could never like him.
Mrs. Weasley was sitting next to Fred and crying to herself. Same with Mr. Weasley, but he was trying to hide it. Ginny was crying Harry's lap and Ron was nowhere to be found. Probably in the bathroom with Percy trying to hide their tears. Fleur and Bill were both crying as well. Most people were celebrating. Unlike the Weasleys, who were mouring Fred's death.
Hermione began to play with George's hand like she used to do with Fred. She would flip it over and back again and trace the lines with her fingers. A few tears rolled down her cheek and dropped down onto his hand. He winced at the feeling.
"Hermione," he whispered. She didn't look up at him but he knew she was listening. "He really really really loved you."
Hermione nodded as more tears trickled down her cheeks. George pushed her hair back and wipped them away. Not that it actaully mattered. Her tears wouldn't stop flowing out of her eyes. She knew he loved her. It was just hard to think about life without him.
"He loved you to," She replied. Hermione never looked up at George. She couldn't see Fred's face. It would hurt to much. She just went back to tracing his palm.