I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

Summary:

A year after the Battle of Hogwarts, Hermione was still sulking over the demise of the love of her life. Not only was she feeling depressed. She also thought that she was hallucinating for she was seeing him in what she thought a dream. He kept on saying the same thing: "Love, help me come back to you."

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter. If I do, Hermione would never end up with Ron.

A/N:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FRED AND GEORGE!

This is my first Fre-Mione fanfic. I hope you'll like it. If you know me, you'd guess that this is a time-travel story.

Update: every week (Sunday; GMT+8).

Almost finished simply because I know where this is going. Thanks in advance.

Some notes on Fred: according to Harry Potter Wikia, he had brown eyes, not blue. It is possible that his full name is Frederick but Rowling didn't specify his middle name.

CHAPTER 1- Dates and Time

"You sheltered me from harm

Kept me warm, kept me warm

You gave my life to me

Set me free, set me free

The finest years I ever knew,

Were all the years I had with you

And I would give anything I own

I'd give up my life, my heart, my home

Just to have you back again.

You taught me how to love

What it's of, what it's of

You never said too much,

But still you showed the way

And I knew from watching you

Nobody else could ever know,

The part of me that can't let go."

-"Everything I Own" by David Gates

On the first day of March, the sun was up already and its light was hitting one of the bedroom windows of a house in Pembroke Gardens, Kensington, London. An eighteen year-old lady with slightly bushy brown hair, freckled face and button-like nose was still sleeping in a large queen-sized bed inside the master's bedroom, completely oblivious to the vibration of a device sitting on the top of her side table called cellular phone. On the screen, it read: Incoming Call... Harry Potter.

An orange feline jumped on the bed and snuggled to its mistress. The said animal was no ordinary cat. In fact, he was only a half-cat. He was part kneazle, a magical creature, making him more intelligent than any other pets. Crookshanks, the half-cat, half-kneazle, belonged to Hermione Granger, the brightest witch of her age, since she was thirteen years old. Crookshanks proved to be the most brilliant pet at his mistress's school too, the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He used to act like his mistress, by throwing piercing glares to Hermione's best friends and classmates, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, when they weren't doing their homework. Harry Potter, being the most observant of the two wizards, would look at him with guilt. Crookshanks could also be very sweet like his mistress, especially to Ginny Weasley who was her best female friend. Whenever he would roam around the castle and catch the Weasley twins, Hogwarts' greatest pranksters, he would make noises. The shorter of the two, George Weasley would either ignore him or shoo him away, while the taller and Hermione's love interest, Fred Weasley, would try to pet him. Sometimes it would work, sometimes it wouldn't.

Crookshanks sat up beside Hermione and looked around the silent room. There were a few portraits hanging on the wall. The biggest was the portrait of Hermione and Fred, taken during one Weasley brother's wedding. In the same picture, she was already wearing a silver band with a sapphire stone. The other portraits were still of Hermione and Fred but taken when they were younger and both wearing Hogwarts uniforms.

Crookshanks looked at the photos sadly and snuggled even closer to his mistress, hoping that she would feel less lonely when she wakes up.

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Hermione petted Crookshanks. "Eat well, Crooks," she told the feline gently as she filled the bowl with cat food. Then, she went back to the kitchen table to have her own breakfast-lunch. She spotted something of the table which made her grimace.

Who put this on the table? she yelled inwardly. And where did it come from? I don't have something like this in my house!

She quickly and angrily crumpled the calendar, ready to put it in the trash bin near the sink when a voice stopped her.

"Aren't you going to read the note?"

Hermione spun around to find her best friend, Harry Potter, leaning on the doorway on the opposite side of the sink.

She shot him an angry glare and threw the crumpled calendar in the bin. "How did you get in?" she asked, looking for something in the fridge to heat in the microwave. "You're not a Weasley," she added matter-of-factly. In 'her house' only the members of Weasley family could directly Apparate inside, but they would still Apparate outside, not wanting to invade her privacy.

"And will never be, because Ginny's gonna take my surname when we get married," Harry replied with the perfect imitation of Hermione's know-it-all tone.

"And I will never get married," she snapped and looked away. "How did you get in? What do you want?"

"Ron Apparated me," he said quietly. "I want to see you. You didn't answer my calls."

"I was sleeping. Just say what you wanted to say."

Harry sighed, she heard. "Hermione, what're you doing?"

"Eating my breakfast," she replied nonchalantly. "After this, I'm going to start my new article."

"I mean, what are you doing with your life?" snapped Harry who just stood beside her. She looked down to her food and continued munching. "You're far from the person I knew. You don't want to go out anymore. You work at home, writing, avoiding everyone like you have a contagious disease. You don't like calendars anymore, except for the one on your cellular phone..."

'"Cause calendars would only remind me of how long he's gone. And you know perfectly well why I have a cellular phone," she replied quietly without looking up to Harry.

Harry placed a hand on her shoulder. "Hermione..."

She looked up to him, wearing a brave face. "Harry, don't. Just say what you need to say. I want to start working on my new article."

Harry took his hand back. "They're requesting for your presence at the Burrow tonight. It's Ron's birthday."

She fixed her stare on her sandwich and bit her lip with guilt. Then, she but on her brave look to meet Harry's emerald eyes. "I'll... I mean, let me see. If I'm not busy, then I would probably go. I really need to work."

"You're always working, 'Mione. Always writing. Take a break. I'm sure your editor won't mind if you-"

"Harry," she cut him off. "Writing keeps me busy."

"But there's life outside," he insisted. "Ron, Ginny and I miss you so much. Even Mrs. Weasley is thinking about you."

"I know. But I can't meet her just yet. She's already reminded of him whenever she sees George. I don't need to add salt to the injury. If she would see me, she would see him in me again," she explained softly. "Just go. Have fun tonight. I'm not yet ready to be there."

Merlin, she couldn't even say 'the Burrow'.

"All right," replied Harry who gave her a brief hug. "But I hope to see you on the first of April, Hermione. Everybody's expecting you to show up on that day."

She looked up and gave him a quick nod. "Of course, I'll be there. See you, Harry."

She looked down again and heard the sound, signaling Harry's departure. Then, she was alone again with Crookshanks, in a three-bedroom house in the middle of Muggle London. A house which she didn't own but rather left to her by him. Fred Weasley, the love of her life, her first true friend and the only person who ever touched her heart since she was seven years old.

She sighed, finished her food and went to her study to work on an article for Potions Daily. After hours of working, she decided to take a nap, but instead of getting up to go to her bedroom, she picked up the picture frame on her desk and smiled as picture-Fred winked to her.

"I miss you so much," she whispered. She hugged the picture frame close to her chest, until she fell asleep.

Hermione found herself alone in a familiar ice cream parlour. It still looked the same - the counter, tables and chairs and the glass walls. She occupied the table on the corner, beside the glass wall near the counter and looked outside. She saw the busy Muggles in the streets with their shopping bags, wearing summer clothes. She heard the chimes and her head automatically turned to the door. A familiar male figure walked towards her, not breaking their eye contact. Hermione smiled sadly for she knew that it was just a dream - being here with him.

Fred still looked like the last time she saw him: 5'9" in height with ruffled red hair, fair skin, chocolate brown eyes, slightly round face, big nose and though he's still far, she knew that he had a tiny scar above his right eyebrow. He was wearing his favourite dragon skin jacket despite the weather.

Finally, he reached her. Still sitting, she looked up to him. He looked down lovingly and tucked a curl behind her ear. Then, his hand caressed her face. "Hi love," he greeted in his usual mischievous smile.

Hermione beamed and her heart leapt with joy. "Hello," she replied. "Now I'm sure this is a dream."

Fred shook his head and continued to caress her cheek. He ran his other hand to her now smooth curly hair. "Wake up, Hermione." This time, he sounded serious.

She closed her eyes and then opened them again.

The scene changed. She was in her study, sitting on the chair. It was already dark outside. The whole room was dark, too. She sat up straight.

"Love, help me, come back to you," she heard from the corner of the room.

Hermione stood up, grabbed her wand and looked around. "Fred?" she called into the darkness.

Nothing but silence. She sat down again and rested her hands on her head. "Just a dream," she murmured.

Half an hour later, she stood in front of her vanity mirror, crying silently. She stared at her own reflection, but all she could see was Fred. She remembered their last time in the house together. She stood in front of the mirror and Fred came up behind her, placed his hands around her waist and kissed the side of her neck. She tilted her head to give him more access while her one hand cupped his cheek. Her other hand was on top of his. Soon, Fred turned her around so that he could kiss her properly. They kissed each other passionately. Hungrily. Her hands came up to the back of his head and toyed with his ginger locks. Fred's hands roamed under her t-shirt and smoothed her bare stomach. She felt his member poking her bellybutton and she couldn't resist anymore. She lifted herself and wrapped her legs to his waist. Fred took it as a good sign so he walked them to the bed and showed how much they love each other.

Hermione cried even more. She still couldn't accept the fact that he was gone. She didn't know where to start and what to do with her life. The only wizard she loved and stole her heart at a very young age left and will never come back.

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"Miss Granger! This is a surprise!"

Hermione gave the shop owner a timid smile. She went to him at the counter. "Oh please, Mr. Roberts. It's Hermione," she told the old man gently.

"It's been a while!" he told her.

She just smiled and looked around the room. "Very few people. Spring is just about to start," quipped Mr. Roberts when she saw that the parlour was almost empty.

"What's the flavour of the day?" she asked.

The shop owner only smiled and looked behind him. Hermione saw the board and what was written on it: Honey Rosemary.

She gave Mr. Roberts a sad smile. "We have other flavours today," he said carefully.

"One scoop of honey rosemary and one scoop of chocolate hazelnut, please."

The old man nodded. When she reached for her purse, he waved his hand. "Just take your seat and I'll give you your ice cream. Consider it as a 'welcome back' treat."

"Thank you, Mr. Roberts," she replied sheepishly. "It's been eleven months."

"Indeed," he said gently with a nod. "Take your seat, then."

Hermione walked to her favorite spot: the table in the corner beside the glass window and near the counter. After a minute, Mr. Roberts served her ice cream and she started eating.

"Do you mind if I play some songs?" he asked from the counter.

Hermione shook her head politely. "Go ahead, please. I don't mind." She continued eating while looking outside the parlour. Then, the music began and Hermione felt the pain in her chest.

*"There's a calm surrender to the rush of day

When the heat of a rolling wind can be turned away.

An enchanted moment, and it sees me through,

It's enough for this restless warrior just to be with you.

And can you feel the love tonight?

It is where we are

It's enough for this wide-eyed wanderer

That we got this far.*

Hermione wiped her tears and quickly finished her dessert. She stood up and politely said goodbye to Mr. Roberts. She rushed in the streets and found a place where she could Apparate. She pictured the place where she wanted to go and disappeared with a faint pop.

She opened her eyes and looked around. The place where the Shrieking Shack once stood now looked like a cemetery because of the tombstones. There were four. She Conjured flowers and went to the fourth tombstone.

She inhaled deeply and placed the flowers there.

In memory of

Frederick Weasley

Born: April 1, 1978

Died: May 1, 1998

In life, he made people laugh with his antics.

In the end, he faced his death laughing.

Mischief Managed.

The last part was George's idea. He knew his twin brother too much. Despite the protests of their parents and brothers, he still insisted of writing the words on the tombstone. He even joked that Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs wouldn't mind. Ginny, Harry and Hermione agreed with him. That was something that Fred would surely appreciate.

Hermione sat on the ground and ran her hand on Fred's name. "I miss you," she whispered. "Why did you leave me?"

For the next half an hour, Hermione just sat there, crying silently, reminiscing her memories with Fred - how they met when she was seven years old at the ice cream parlour, and how they met there yearly until they saw each other at King's Cross.

Her happiness, knowing that she would be going to a magical school doubled because she knew that Fred was there, too. Their friendship continued, until it blossomed to something more.

"You're not coming back, are you?" she asked him.

She smiled. "No, you're not. Maybe I was just hallucinating when I thought I heard your voice."

After saying a silent goodbye to him, she went to the other tombstones to pay respect to Severus Snape, Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks-Lupin.

They all died during the battle. And while the battle was going on, the Aurors assumed, the bodies of Fred, Remus and Tonks were moved to Shrieking Shack with Professor Snape and set it to fire.

Must be the Death Eaters, they all assumed because these four people all cared for Harry Potter. They all died fighting with Harry.

"If only I could do something," she muttered. But she could never change what happened. Fred would always tell her before: "It is what it is."

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The nights were cold, literally and figuratively. She laid in her bed and stared at the ceiling. She remembered the first time Fred brought her in the house. Everything was taken care of. The furniture colours didn't match, but Fred put a lot of effort arranging the house, so she didn't change them. She only added the things she liked. After two years, the colours and furniture were still the same. She has been living there since May the third, two days after the final battle. She seldom left the house. She got a job which would allow her to stay at home: writer for potions journal called Potions Daily. She felt like she didn't need a high paying job. She already have a house and she was alone.

She thought of her parents, still living in Australia as Wendell and Monica Wilkins. Someday, when she's ready, she would restore their memories; when Fred's demise would no longer hurt her so much.

She felt a familiar hand on her cheek. Its touch was so gentle; so familiar.

She didn't dare open her eyes for she knew it was a dream. "Fred," she whispered against her pillow.

"Love."

It's his voice again, she thought. So vivid. So true.

"Fred, come back to me," she begged, eyes still closed.

"Then help me. Help me come back to you."

Hermione's eyes snapped open. Darkness and silence greeted her. "Shit," she cursed under her breath. "I'm losing my mind!"

She fiddled the ring on her finger. She hadn't removed it since Fred placed it there. If he had survived the war, they would've been living together and probably planning their wedding and her parents were around. Maybe she would join Harry and Ron in the Auror Training Program and spend Friday nights in Diagon Alley with Ginny and her favourite twins in the world.

"Oh, Fred!" she cried silently. "You took my heart with you."

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Just open the door and get in! She cursed herself inwardly for her cowardice. Her feet have been glued on the ground outside the joke shop for twenty minutes now. She couldn't bring herself to face the love of her life's twin brother. It's been ten months since she showed herself to the Weasleys. On her birthday, they all visited her with Harry. It was an awkward celebration because she stayed most of the time in her room. That was her last encounter with George.

Her debate with herself ended when George looked up from the cash register and stared outside the shop. His eyes widened when he spotted her through the glass. Hermione bit her lip and stopped herself from crying. She moved and walked to the shop.

When she entered, George was still behind the cash register, unsure of what to do. She took a few steps forward and George moved to meet her halfway. They stared to each other's eyes and when they reached each other, he pulled her to a tight hug.

She couldn't contain herself anymore. She cried against his chest, making his magenta robes wet. George ran his hand on her curls and the other was on her waist.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, until she pulled away to wipe her tears. She leaned back to take a good look of him. Unlike Harry and the others, Hermione could instantly tell Fred and George apart even from afar. George was an inch shorter than Fred. Meaning, he was 5'8" in height. George also had square-shaped face while Fred's was slightly round. Fred also had a scar above his eyebrow and George didn't have. And just around two years ago, George lost an ear.

Now, he was wearing a band on his head to cover the spot where his left ear should be.

"Hey," he greeted softly. "It's been a while."

She smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry if I didn't show up last Christmas and New Year," she replied.

George just smiled and squeezed her hand. "How have you been?"

"Oh, George, I'm going insane!" she said desperately.

"Why?" he asked. Worry was all over his face.

"I think I'm hallucinating. I thought I heard him, felt his touch. But when I opened my eyes, he wasn't there," she said sadly.

"Maybe, you need to go out often," he suggested. "It's not really good to stay at home alone all the time."

She shrugged. "Maybe." She walked to the nearest shelf while George waved his wand to the door. She turned around and saw that he showed the 'Closed' sign. She gave him an inquisitive look.

"I just thought, maybe you're not yet ready to face other people. Harry and Ron might walk-in, too."

She forced a smile. "Do they come often?" she asked.

"Almost everyday," he replied, leaning on the counter, facing her. "They always check on me, ask me to join them for lunch. Sometimes, Percy and Dad would come, too. Mum obliged me to move back to the Burrow."

"Did you move back?" she asked.

"Not really. I only agreed to sleep there on weekends. I still stay here on weekdays. You're lucky, she's not your real mother. Otherwise, she'd ask you to go back to the Burrow, too." She chuckled. "She's worried about you," he added.

"I know," she replied, inspecting a bottle of perfume. "But I don't want to add to her burden."

"It's not like that, Hermione," said George who came to her side and placed an arm around her shoulders.

"Anyway," she suddenly said. "I just uh... needed to show up at the office this morning. I was on my way home when I decided to drop by. I should get going."

George gave her a pleading look. "Care to join me for lunch?"

She shook her head. She wasn't ready yet. "Maybe next time."

George's face fell.

"I'm sorry, George," she said with guilt.

He nodded. "I understand. Go ahead. I'll wait for Ron and Harry."

She smiled and kissed his cheek before leaving. She could still feel George's eyes on her as she went to the backroom to Apparate home.

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She could feel it again. His touch on her face, his lips on her forehead, his breath. She could smell his scent: the Muggle cologne she used to give him before. She chuckled inwardly. Even in her dreams, he was wearing the same scent.

"Hermione, love."

She froze. It's the same voice, over and over again, she thought.

"Hermione, open your eyes," the voice said gently.

"No. I don't want this dream to end," she replied sleepily.

"Love, this isn't a dream," said 'Fred' again. "Come on, open your eyes, please?"

She sadly smiled and opened her eyes, ready to be greeted by the darkness and silence. But she saw a pair of familiar chocolate brown orbs, flaming red hair and sweetest smile she had ever seen. Hermione's heart melted. Her knees weakened. She wanted to sob and touch and kiss him. But then, something hit her.

Shit! This is getting worse. I'm fantasizing George Weasley, she thought.

"George? Did you have your ear back," she whispered, glancing at his supposed to be missing ear.

"Love, it's Fred," he replied. He held Hermione's hand and kissed the ring.

"You look real," she said with tears in her eyes.

"I am real," he whispered.

"Why don't you come back to me?"

"You've got to help me. Help me come back to you," he said. Again.

"How?" she asked, confused.

He gave a sad smile. "I kept the Time-Turner that you used in your third year. In my Gringotts vault."

She frowned. "But it would only allow me to stay in the past for five hours," she replied promptly, brushing off the thought that she might still be dreaming.

"Increase the Time Reversal Spell," he replied.

"How many turns after?"

"Eleven. Do it on the first of April. You have two weeks to plan." His hold on her tightened. "Think of the Final Battle, love. Remember what really happened. I'll come back after two weeks, before you leave."

"Please Fred, don't leave me," she begged. "Stay with me."

He kissed her forehead. "I shouldn't stay here," he replied. "I might change everything. You know the rules, love. I promise, everything will be all right. Just do what I'm asking you to do."

Hermione nodded. Hope and joy occupied her heart for the first time in eleven months. "I love you," she whispered.

"I know. And I love you most." He lips were now millimetres away from hers. She couldn't wait anymore. She placed her hands around his neck and pulled him to her, until their lips met. Hermione and Fred wasted no time. They kissed each other fervently. Their teeth grazed, tongues played and lips battled against each other. Hermione was eager to prove how much she missed the only wizard she ever loved. But then, she remembered that she had to to something to save him and make him stay in her life. She's got a job to do.

Slowly, they broke the kiss. "I'm going to go back in time and save you," she told him intently.

Fred smiled sincerely. "Thank you, love."

They stared at each other's eyes for a few moments. "I should go," he whispered sadly.

Hermione knew that he didn't want, but he had to. So, she nodded. "See you."

"See you. I love you."

He learned back and stood up. Hermione watched him disappear into the darkness.

Hermione wasted no time. She got up and dressed for the day. She had work to do.

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"Excuse me, I'm looking for Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, Aurors In Training," Hermione said a little too fast to the person at the reception area of the Auror Office.

After she got up from bed this morning, she immediately dressed up and Apparated to the Ministry to find Harry and Ron. She wanted to start her work as soon as possible. For the first time since seeing Fred before the Final Battle, Hermione felt a different kind of excitement again. Knowing that she would be with him again when she succeeded the time-travel task he gave her, she couldn't contain her excitement and happiness. If everything turned all right, Fred would be with his family again... and with her. She could leave him for a moment with his family while she restore her parents' memories.

But first things first, she decided. She would be needing Harry and Ron's memories of the Final Battle. They both saw what happened. Ron moved Fred's body with Percy's help.

The receptionist stayed looking down at the parchment she was holding. "Sorry, they can't entertain visitors right now. Their training session had just started.

Hermione's face fell. She looked at the clock on the wall. It was only half past eight in the morning. "What time will they finish?" she asked.

"At twelve," the receptionist said sharply without looking up.

"Can I speak with the head Auror, then?" she asked. "I really need to see Misters Potter and Weasley," she said politely.

The receptionist scowled. "Honestly! If you're just a fan who wants to see our heroes -" She trailed off when she finally looked up. "Blimey! You're Hermione Granger!"

"Yes, I am," she said formally. "Not a fan who's dying to see the two of them. Please, I don't want to waste time. I just need to speak with them about something."

The receptionist quickly stood up and gave her a nervous look. "Of course... I will tell the Head Auror regarding your concern. Please wait for a moment."

"I'm willing to wait," she told her kindly. She sat on one of the chairs in the lobby. She smoothed her hair again and her robes while waiting, thinking of what she would tell Harry and Ron. After ten good minutes, the receptionist returned with Harry and Ron following closely behind her.

"Hermione!" they said together, both looking at her with shocked expressions.

She stood on her feet and smiled. "Harry! Ron!" She happily ran towards them and gave them a hug. She chuckled when they froze and didn't even returned her hug. She pulled away. "After so many months, I don't get a hug from each of you? I'm hurt," she teased.

Harry and Ron turned to each other, perhaps still not believing that she was there, laughing. "Oh, Ron. Did you get taller or was it your boots? And Harry, your hair is messier than ever! You also need to eat more. Remember, no more Voldemort and you are not living with the Dursleys. Molly won't be happy to see you so thin."

The two of them gave her forced smiles. "Hermione, what's going on?" asked Harry in confusion.

Ron elbowed Harry. "Don't mind him, 'Mione. He hasn't been eating well. It's good to see you!" He lifted her off the ground and spun her around.

She laughed, until she was on her feet again. "That's so sweet of you, Ron."

"So, what do you want to do?" asked Ron as he placed his long arm around her shoulders.

"Well, there's something I want to tell you somewhere else. Can we go to Muggle London after your training?" she asked.

"Of course!" They spoke together.

"But Dawlish said that we can get the rest of the day off. Because you're here and we haven't seen you in ages," said Harry.

"Really?" she asked, surprised.

"Yeah, really. After all, Harry and I were the best in our class, so no worries," said Ron with pride.

Harry snorted. "We're only the best at duels. But Neville is the best in our class."

"Neville?" Hermione's eyes widened. "He's here? Wow! I always thought he wanted to be a Herbology Professor."

"Yes, but he wanted to work as an Auror for his parents," replied Harry. "And he's improved a lot. He even beat the Ravenclaws in our year."

"What? Who else are in your training program?"

"A lot. Almost the entire D.A. members in our year. Michael Corner, Anthony Goldstein, Padma and Parvati, Susan Bones, Ernie MacMillan, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Neville, Seamus and Dean and Lav."

She chuckled. "So, even after Hogwarts, there's still Lav-Lav and Won-Won, huh?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Honestly, it's making me sick."

Hermione giggled. It felt so nice being with her friends again. "Yeah, because you look awesome when you're snogging my sister," said Ron grimly.

"But you I didn't hear the same complain when it came to Hermione and Fred," reasoned Harry and soon, he realized what he had said because his ears turned pink.

Ron glared at him but spoke casually. "Fred was older and wasn't someone I had to watch over. It was George's job to react."

Hermione laughed, to their surprise. "Well, George looked uncomfortable every time Fred and I would snog at their flat or at the Burrow, but that's just because he didn't have a partner to get busy with. He would always tell us to get a room. So, Fred finally followed his advice. But he didn't get us a room. He got us a house! He was always full of surprises, that brother of yours..." She smiled brightly, then she noticed the two wizards' dumbfounded looks. "Are you two okay?"

"We're fine. Just can't believe that you didn't walk away upon mentioning Fred's name," said Ron.

"And you look... er, happy," said Harry.

She smiled affectionately. "Were you expecting me to hex you? It's all right to speak about Fred. It's about time. Well, I still wish that he's here with us, but... Like what he would always say, it is what it is. And speaking of Fred, I want to do something before his birthday. I want to write a book about him. Don't you think it'll be okay for Molly and George?"

"Mum will probably cry hard, but she will be glad that it's from you, not from anyone else. You knew Fred before he could even attend Hogwarts," said Ron.

"Thanks, Ron. That's why I need your help. Both of you."

"Well, let's go to Muggle London and start talking about your project," said Harry.

The Golden Trio were spotted once more. Not mourning and crying, but laughing and happily talking. They walked together, side by side. Hermione was sandwiched between the two boys and each of them had their arm around her shoulders.

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"Hermione, you want us to give you the memories of how he -" Harry trailed off.

"Yes, Harry. I want to see what really happened to him," she said gently.

"But, Hermione, are you sure it's going to help you?" asked Ron, concerned.

"Well, at first it would be painful, but I have to do this. I want to. After all, the next step I have to go over to be able to move on is acceptance. I have to accept it," she lied smoothly.

"Well, then. If you're so sure," said Harry, accepting defeat. "Yeah, we'll give you the memories. In one condition."

She frowned. "What is it?"

"Allow one of us to be there with you when you watch it."

Hermione chuckled. "Afraid that I might faint and go crazy again? Fine, then. You two can stay in our house. I'm sure Fred won't mind, wherever he is. If only Ginny's not in Hogwarts, I would ask for her."

"It's gonna be like inside the tent again," Harry laughed.

"But please, when I start working on my book - I mean, writing, please don't bother me."

"We won't," Ron promised.

"What do we tell your mum, Ron?" asked Harry.

Hermione's eyebrows rose and she gave Harry a confused look.

"Harry and I live at Grimmauld Place on weekdays, but we stay at the Burrow on weekends because of Mum," explained Ron.

"Oh. I remember George told me that he also stays at your parents' house on weekends," she casually said.

"You've met with George?" asked Harry, surprised.

She shrugged. "I visited him the other week."

Harry looked like he was about to complain, but she saw Ron elbowed him. "So, care to move in tonight?" she asked, changing the topic.

"Sure," they said together.

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Living with Harry and Ron wasn't hard. They gave her the privacy she needed. Indeed, she cried a lot when she viewed their memories of Fred's 'death' in the Pensieve, but she wasn't as miserable as before, knowing that she would be able to go back in time to save him.

She was pondering if she would tell George about Fred, but her fiancé appeared again one night and told her that she should not tell anyone. They shared another passionate kiss in their bedroom before he left. Hermione's hope grew even more. She became more dedicated in her work. No, not with writing for potions journal, but with saving Fred.

She retrieved the Time-Turner in his vault - now hers. She researched on Time Reversal Spell before doing anything. She would work during the day, when Harry and Ron weren't at home. By nighttime, she would spend the time with them, talking happily and watching TV. Her two best friends seemed pleased with her actions. She looked normal again because she started nagging and tutoring them. It was like Hogwarts all over again.

She went on with her research. She went back to the little memorial park where the Shrieking Shack once stood, to find more answers. She couldn't understand well what exactly Fred wanted her to do. How would she save him from the Death Eaters? She hadn't any clue.

But she, Hermione Jean Granger, would do everything to help the love of her life. Her world crushed when she thought that Fred died. Their relationship was not like any ordinary high school romance. They were best friends. The moment they met over a decade ago, he already became an important part in Hermione's life. Before she met Harry and Ron and they became the famous Golden Trio, Fred Weasley was already Hermione's friend. Eventually, over the years, they became best of friends and lovers.

No matter how hard, I will still do it. I will save you, Fred, she promised.

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*"Can You Feel the Love Tonight", Performed by: Elton John. Also, theme song of the Disney animated film: LION KING.