Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Harry Potter.
Written for The Ultimate Hermione Competition.
Pairing: Hermione/Fred.
Prompts: Calm, Relaxed,Gold,Light Blue, Grey.
The waves crash furiously against the rocks and she watches it with mild interest. Once she had loved this place, but that felt like a lifetime ago to her.
Hermione remembers the last time that she came here so clearly it almost feels if she closes her eyes she'll be there again.
That day the water was calm and laughter was in the air, it was a warm summer's day and Fred was there with her. The sand looked tiny grains of gold and the water was a light blue shade blue.
She had felt relaxed as she lay next to Fred on the picnic blanket. The food from picnic long gone and making them feel sleepy.
That day was the first time Fred kissed her, she hadn't even known that he liked before then.
She'd do anything to swap this day for that one. The day where she had fallen in love and felt loved by Fred.
The reason they're here today is to scatter Fred ashes in the place he enjoyed being the most. This beach where the waves are angry and the sky is grey.
She's not ready to say goodbye to him yet, but his family thinks it's time to let him go. Hermione doesn't think she'll ever get to a place where she's ready to let him go.
He was the one who made her laugh, the one person who would listen to her ramble about something that was of no interest to him, but he listened and smiled as she talked anyway.
Not far from where she's standing is the place where they danced together for the first time. There wasn't any music and the others giggled as they danced slowly together.
He should be here beside her, holding her hand and smiling at her. This beach should be filled with joyous laughter, but it isn't and she knows it never will again.
She can't look at George not because he's Fred twin, but because his grief mirrors her own and it shouldn't.
Neither of them should have had to lose Fred, but they have and she can't say goodbye to him. Not today or in a year's time, not even she lived to be a thousand years old would she be ready to say goodbye to him.
The waves crash against the rocks with rage and the sky looks like it's going to rain, but she barely pays attention to it.
She's lost in dreams of what used to be and what could have been.