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What if it had been George who died instead of Fred?
The days after the battle seemed like years, and Fred had lost a part of him that would never be replaced. He had lost the only person in the world that truly understood him completely and through. Twins share a bond that is unlike any other relationship, and he would never again have his best friend and twin to laugh with again. From what Hermione could remember she had never seen Fred cry, except for maybe after Sirius was killed. Even then, she couldn't remember if he had truly shed a tear, at least in her presence. It was hardly like she ever expected him to cry in front of her though. They barely conversed.
Everyone thought that Hermione was in love, and destined to be with Ronald. In fact, she had thought so too until recently. The funeral was held two days after the battle ended, and when she laid eyes on Fred everything in her heart had changed. The smothered feelings that Hermione had for him were stirring once again. She had always had a small crush on the older brother; however, she was sadly rethinking her choice in Ron.
The funeral for George Weasley wasn't as sad as Hermione braced for. At least there wasn't as much sobbing as she expected. It really couldn't be all that sad though as they recalled on the memories of George's life including the times that just him and Fred had shared together. Hermione even saw him crack a smile, as he retold a tale of him and George testing out some Puking Pastilles on a couple of first years. It was the blossoming beginning to their joke shop. Shortly after the story though, he fell apart. It was a loss for everyone in the Weasley family, but no one could compare or understand what Fred was going through.
Hermione looked at her best friends, Ron's eyes were red and puffy while Harry just stared. There was no doubt that Harry still felt a tremendous guilt for the Weasley's loss. They tried to comfort Harry by reminding him that it was the war that caused the death, and not him. It never really seemed to soothe him much though.
"My brother and I shared a bond that was unlike anything I've ever known." Fred choked, bringing a hand through his short fiery hair.
"Him and I could just know what the other was thinking sometimes…" He trailed off this time, another smile flashing on his face at the memory.
The smile vanished as quickly as it came.
The service wasn't too long after Fred's speech. Everyone was there. Fred and George had quite the fame at Hogwarts during their time, and it definitely showed at the funeral. Flowers were all around the deceased red-haired boy and with a flash of sparks a tomb had stood where his body once lay. Fred knew it was just the way that he would want to be buried, flashy. He looked down at the tomb with a sad smile.
"Goodbye mate," he said, a tear falling from his face.
Here lies George Weasley
A brave and funny man, wonderful brother, and precious son.
Back at the burrow everyone had calmed down some. Occasionally Mrs. Weasley would let out a heartbreaking sob, but the other members of the family now appeared to be all cried out. Hermione was sitting in a chair near the corner of the room. She was studying everyone, still mourning George but unsure of what to say to anyone. With a quick glance at Ron she shook her head. It wasn't that she didn't want to comfort him, but there was just more of a desire to comfort Fred. It was completely wrong though and she knew it. She was completely ashamed of herself. Her face burned at the thought of having an interest in Ron's older brother, especially at a time such as this. She looked around the room again hoping to change her focus. Percy sat of a sofa chatting quietly to Bill, Charlie occasionally mentioned things about dragons to no one in particular, and Ginny leaned against Harry. Hermione wasn't sure if she was awake or not, but she took notice to how Harry looked at Ginny. It was not the same as her and Ron.
Hermione couldn't stop glancing over at Fred. He was smiling and now telling everyone about another adventure him and George had at the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes shop. She only had caught the end of the story.
"…And the look they gave us was priceless, with his ear gone and all I guess it gave 'em a scare…" He trailed off again like he had at the funeral the day before. It was hard for him to accept that his brother was really gone. They were all like that though. It was as if everyone was just waiting for George to pop out of somewhere and it just turn out to be some big prank.
A/N: Wow, I haven't written anything in forever so forgive me. I'd really appreciate reviews & things though. I'm really in love with this pairing and wanted to try out a story with them. I'm not sure if I'm going to keep going with this or where I'm going with this, especially if no one likes it, let me know what you think please! If people like it I'll keep writing (: