I remember
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter series belongs to JK Rowling
Chapter 1: Strange dreams
Fred Weasley woke up suddenly, his head still heavy on his pillow. He glances at his bedside table and noticed that his watch, which lay on its side, read about 4 am in the morning.
He sighed, sitting up in his bed, and covered his face with his hands. What on earth was wrong with him? Ever since he had waken up from that first dream almost a month ago, he had been waking in the middle of the night, before falling asleep again. He was being haunted by his own dreams.
The dreams weren't even nightmares. He wasn't even being haunted by fear; he was being haunted by guilt.
Because having these dreams were wrong. He shouldn't be having dreams like that, not of her.
He hadn't even known it was she he was dreaming of, not at first, when the dreams had started.
He'd at first gotten her ringing laughter, a glimpse of her smile; it hadn't been clear at first. Then the dreams started happening more often, and soon he was having them almost every night.
Then his dreams had started getting clearer and along with her laughter and smile, he got brown eyes and a lion's mane of brown curls. It hadn't taken him long to find out who his mystery girl was.
It befuddled him at first, why her? Why not Angelina? Or even Verity? He didn't even see her that often, only at the occasional Weasley family Sunday dinner.
But the dreams hadn't stopped when Fred found out who he was dreaming of, no, they had gotten worse.
Because now not only was she fully there in his dreams, but so was he. He dreamed of them in secret passages at Hogwarts, of her laughing at his jokes, and even of she, in his own shop, teasing him about his magenta work robes.
But nothing could compare to the dream he'd had a week ago. They had been in his (and George's) shop, ordinarily, when his dream-self had grabbed her by the hand and dragged her into the back room. And then Dream Fred had kissed Dream her straight on the mouth. Dream her hadn't slapped him, or punched him in the nose like the real her probably would, oh no, dream her had kissed him back, she'd mussed her hands in his hair and snogged him senseless as if snogging him was a normal occurrence.
Fred had been suspecting that George knew something was off with him for a few weeks now, and he wasn't surprised at all. Of course George knew something was up; Fred couldn't keep many secrets without George finding out about them eventually.
"It's a woman, isn't it?" George said one day, out of the blue.
"What?" Fred retorted.
"Oh come off it, Fred, you've been acting strangely all month. It's got to be a woman who's working you up so bad." George replied.
Fred looked at George, gobsmacked; he was not ready for this conversation.
"Who is she, then?" George asked honestly.
"Um, I dunno- er…" Fred blubbered
"Then what's wrong? I haven't seen you so worked up since-" George cut himself off mid-sentence.
"Since what?" Fred raised an eyebrow up in question.
"You wouldn't remember." George answered.
"Oh." Fred hated when he couldn't remember things. During the Battle of Hogwarts, Fred had narrowly missed death when a wall had exploded right beside him. He had hit his head- hard- against a rock, and had subsequently gone unconscious. His family had thought him dead for a few horrible minutes before Ginny has discovered his heart was still beating, if not faintly. He'd been rushed to St. Mungo's where he had woken up four days later with mild memory loss. He remembered all the important things, his identity, his family, and his work, but memories from his fifth year on were all still rather fuzzy.
"Well come on then" George went into business mode "We've got to finish this Wonder Witch potion tonight, we can't work on it tomorrow, remember? We're going to Ron and Hermione's engagement party."
"Oh, yeah" Fred mumbled.
This was why Fred couldn't tell George about his dreams. How was he supposed to tell George that he was having slightly inappropriate dreams about Hermione Granger, their little brother's fiancée.
