A/N: For All Sorts of Love Challenge this particular couple being my one true pairing. Got to Love Fred and Hermione!
Descending before Dawn
Three more minutes.
Fred stood next to Lee and George starring at a man in a crisp white set of robes. His hands started to sweat. The constant chatter behind him was making him nervous. The soft music playing in the other room was scratching against his ears. What if he was left here? What if everyone laughed at him? What if he made a mistake? What if-
Two more minutes,
she never came? He started to panic. Beads of sweat dripped down his back. He could feel his hand jerk back and forth in an attempt to make his mind attach to something else. Focus on things he can do. Like wiggle his toes, and flex his fingers. Then he felt pressure on his arm.
He looked over at Lee who had a large smile on his face and eyes that said calm. While George on the other side was focus. Calm and-
One more minute.
Focus. Focus, focus, focus. He chanted it over and over. This was the best day of his life and all he was doing was worrying.
Thirty more seconds.
The music started in his room. The whispered stopped and so did his breath. He could feel his heart hammer in his chest, the sound bursting through his ears.
Ten more seconds.
She had to come through that door, she had to walk towards him. She just had to. Because Fred knew, that no matter what happens, no matter who is around, no matter how long he lives he will always-
Minus twenty seconds.
Love her. His heart sank. His breath quickened and he felt sick. Like a pill was stuck in his throat, slowly dissolving on the back of his tongue, souring his taste. He felt weak at the knees but he dare not move, because moving becomes reality, moving makes this sick joke real. Moving means she doesn't-
Minus one minute.
Love him. A click of the door signalled the entry of someone, holding bad news no doubt. Fred could not look, he could not let this nightmare feed into his life. This was not real, he was not standing here without her.
Minus two minutes.
Lee elbowed him in the arm and it stung at his heart. This was real, not a nightmare. He settled his gaze on Lee who cocked his head to the side, making Fred's attention turn to the door, the bad news, the-
Minus three minutes.
Best thing he had ever seen. Hermione was walking towards him, in a white dress. The dress was stunning of course, but nothing compared to how beautiful she was. How amazing she made him feel and how even with the slight smudge of nail polish on her right finger she still was as amazing as ever. Even if it was probably annoying her more than she was letting on.
Minus four minutes.
She stood next to him on the aisle and the minister began.
"You are late," he whispered to her his heart slowing.
"I am always late," she whispered a small beautiful giggle in her voice.
"You nearly killed me," he assured her.
"I love you, you haven't got rid of me yet," she whispered. And if it wasn't for the traditional setting Hermione had asked for so badly, Fred would have taken her in his arms and kissed then and there.