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Summary Time. (I suck at summaries)
Fred was ripped away from Hermione during the war. Something changes in her. Can she and George find happeniess despite
George being Fred's twin?
Chapter One: After the War
I woke up a few days after the war. I hadn't realized just how exhausted I was until I was already on the verge of passing out when Voldemort was being burnt to prevent him from every returning. Everyone was going to take a few days to find family and friends before we started attending the funerals of everyone who needed to be buried. No one would ever be 100% again. We lost so many people.
I got dressed in my black dress, black ballet flats, and black tights. I started making my way to the cemetery. I met up with all the other Weasleys when I got there. Everyone kept giving me pity looks because I had lost Fred. Everyone else lost him to. He was just my boyfriend. I felt sad for myself, but I mostly felt sad for George. He lost his twin. His best friend. His other half. George and I stood next to each other at the funeral when we arrived. As McGonagall said some words about Fred when he was in school, my mind drifted off to think about the night of that fateful battle. Harry and I had just gotten back to the school when we saw Fred and George on watch. Fred and I had already been together a while so Harry took up watch with George so I could have some time with Fred without anyone around us. We went to Gryffindor tower where Fred took me to his old bedroom. No one was there. Most people were with their families and friends preparing for the next few hours. Fred and I sat for a little while and just talked. We talked about anything and everything we could manage. As we were talking Fred kissed me passionately and we made love to each other. It was the sweetest thing I had ever experienced in my life. He kissed my Mudblood scar and made me feel like a queen. It was the best night of my life. Fred made me forget that in a few hours we could both be dead. He did die though, and here I was left alive.
I came out of my memory with tears in my eyes. I glanced over at George and grabbed his hand as we both cried silently. I dried my tears. I had to be strong for the Weasleys and everyone in attendance. I was Hermione Granger for crying out loud. I scanned my eyes through the crowd to keep myself strong. I spotted Lee and Alicia both crying for their best friend. I saw Snape thinking about his own memories. Fawkes saved him from Nagini's bites. I had a feeling he was dreaming of all the times Fred and George would prank him on their birthday. I saw Blaise Zabini holding Ginny close to his chest as she was crying for her big brother. I spotted Luna rubbing circles on Harry's back. I hoped Harry knew it wasn't his fault. He probably blames himself anyway. I ignored Ron off away from the other Weasleys. Lastly, I spotted Pansy and Draco together.
Draco caught my eye from where he was standing with Pansy and nodded his head towards me. I gave him a slight nod back. If it weren't for him, we would have never had the opportunity to win this war. If he would have given Harry up at the manor Voldemort would have killed him right then and there. The whole war would have been lost. Maybe Fred would still be here though. My eyes started watering thinking about Fred as Minerva was finishing up. When she finished her speech, she asked if anyone else wanted to speak and no one could answer her. Fred wasn't just a prankster. He brought life to Hogwarts. As they started lowering Fred into the ground everyone began leaving. The only people who stayed were the Weasleys. I couldn't handle it anymore so I began walking away. My eyes were burning from unshed tears. I fought to blink them back until I was in the solace of my own room. I kept telling myself I couldn't lose it in front of everyone else. Everyone else lost someone more important to them than me losing my boyfriend.
We attended funerals for two weeks after the war ended. The cemetery was getting close to filling up. When we weren't at funerals or burying our people, we were helping rebuild Hogwarts. Minerva wanted to have the place close to resembling itself again before the first years came in the fall. She said she would offer everyone who had their seventh year during the final battle, a chance to return and complete their schooling. Harry decided not to do it. I wanted to return though. Everyone was basically repeating the past year again. In seven years, everything would be back to normal, and everyone would be graduating when they were supposed to.
I was walking past the quidditch pitch one day when I glanced over and saw George sitting there by two brooms and the beaters bats. I heard him sniffling when I felt my Dumbledore's Army Galleon heat up. Snape was summoning me. I had recharmed the Galleons we used to communicate in the DA to let me know when I was needed at the castle. I threw one last look at George as I walked back towards the castle. I wish I could have went to him and helped him feel better, but Snape was not a patient person. Besides I could sense that George wanted to be left alone with his grief. Everyone worked through grief in their own way. It's just something you had to figure out for yourself. I did decide, if I could help George, I would.
AN: So the first chapter is done. I know this is a completely different fandom from my previous story I am currently working on, but as of right now, I wanted to start posting this one so I can keep to the 1 chapter every week or every other week.