"Freddie? Are you drunk?" Hermione asked, in a harsh whisper.

"No" He said back, tripping over his own feet. She could smell the alcohol on his breath as he got closer.

"Hey Hamonee" he mumbled out, grabbing her arm hard, causing her to wince.

"Ow, Fred, why are you-"

"Juz shut ub Hamonee!" He yelled, shoving past her into the living room.

"Don't talk to me like that." She snapped back, getting up to face her drunk boyfriend.

"I can talk how ever da hell I wanna tak to you!" He said, pushing her down onto the floor. Hermione slowly got up, tears falling down her cheek. She ran up the stairs, leaving Fred to pass out on the floor.

The next morning, Fred stumbled up the stairs, and went into Hermione's room.

"Hermione? You okay?" He asked. In a sincere voice.

"you hit me last night." She whimpered. "I can't trust you now."

"Babe, I was drunk. I'm sorry. If I could take it back, I would, but-"

"But you can't! So get out of my room!" Hermione screamed, waking up Ginny, the only other person in the burrow that night.

"Babe! I said I was sorry!" Fred said, tears filling his own eyes.

"Get. Out." she said under a whisper. He walked out of her room, and couldnt help himself crying. He sat at the kitchen table, and just cried.

She cried at the memory of the fight. They hadn't talked in a week and every time he walked in the house, she left. The whole wizarding world was at war, and even muggles were noticing strange happenings. She couldn't bare days without him, but knew she couldn't talk to him. She didn't know whether to trust that he would never get that drunk again, or to leave him. Even in the burrow, when she was pretending to ignore him, she couldn't help but sneak peeks at him from across the table. Fred, also was dying slowly on the inside. Yet again, Hermione didn't know wether to feel sorry for him and apologize, or to tell him he deserved it. Deep inside, she knew they were meant to be together, but couldn't accept it without tears coming to her eyes.

It was final battle. Hogwarts verses death eaters. Good verses evil. Hermione knew that many people had died, and the thought of her friends dying brought more than tears to her eyes. It brought guilt and forgiveness as well. She had to find Fred before it was too late. Running through corridors and abandoned hallways, she finally reached the room of requirement. She stepped inside, knowing Molly was there.

"Ha-have y-you seen F-Freddie?" she choked out through a gasp of tears. Molly looked down, wiping a tear from her own cheek. She weakly pointed to the rest of the Weasley family standing over someone.

"No, he-he didn't die. He couldn't have! FREDDIE!" Hermione screamed. She broke down In a fit of tears and screaming and choking on her own breath. She knew it was all her fault. She remembered what had happened just hours before.

"Don't get hurt." He said, pulling her into a hug.

"Fred-I don't love you anymore I'm sor-" She began to say.

"I never stopped loving you." He kissed her quickly and ran off into the battlefield