Author's Note: Well how do I say this….I stumbled across a Draco/Hermione fic the other week that also had her paired with Fred Weasley. I've NEVER been a fan of Hermione with another Gryffindor so the pairing was hard for me to swallow. But for some reason I couldn't get it out of my head after that. So I took to YouTube to find if anyone had made a typical shipping trailer and low and behold an hour and a million videos later this is definitely my new favorite ship. I've spend the last week reading every story I can get my hands on and all of a sudden ideas started coming to me in little snippets. I'm not sure I can quite write the character of Fred Weasley but I kind of tried with this fic. It's easier for me to write the Slytherins and thus the tone of this story is dark. So I hope you like it…it will probably be two or three chapters. I have't really decided yet.

Everything in italics is a flashback, regular font is present day, and I played Evanescence My Immortal on repeat during this chapters creation. I highly recommend listening to it while you read.

Warning: Dark themes and lemons ahead. You've been warned.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Hermione entered the Great Hall with Ron and Harry on either side of her. She held back her tears as she looked around at all the wounded students and professors, and all of those who had died inside the Hogwarts grounds already that had been brought inside the hall. She heard Ron's sharp intake of breath next to her and she followed his gaze across the hall to where his family was. Ginny, Molly, Arthur, Percy, George…where was Fred? Her heartbeat sped up as she realized that the Weasley family were all crying over a body on the ground. She felt her heart stop for a moment and her blood ran cold in her veins.

Hermione looked around the corner to the door of the Prefect bathroom. She could have sworn she had heard someone come in but saw no one there. She never understood why there was only one Prefect bathroom, anyone could walk in on anyone at any time really. There was supposed to be a charm on the door to not let anyone enter if someone was already preoccupying the room but who knew how well it held up.

Certain no one was there, she unbuttoned her blouse and stepped out of her skirt. She spun around again, thinking for sure she had heard something this time. She stepped out from behind the wall clad in only her lacy black bra and matching boy short knickers. Holding her wand she walked slowly across the room towards the boys section of the room where she heard the noise.

She jumped when someone came out from behind the boys wall clad in only a towel. She gave a little scream earning one from the tall red head she realized was Fred Weasley.

"What are you doing in here?! This is the Prefects bathroom Fred!" She yelled at him putting her hands on her hips forgetting about her state of dress.

"Sorry Granger I didn't think anyone was in here." He laughed putting his hands up in defense.

"How did you even get the password?" She asked him.

"How about you put something on and I'll let you in on my secret." His eyes roamed over her body and he grinned waggling his eye brows at her.

Hermione felt herself blushing at his eyes wandering over her body and realized she was in her underwear. She turned and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself.

"How about you leave before I give you detention?" She shot back at him. He put his hands up again laughing at her.

"Alright alright Granger." He said, turning to grab his things.

"My little brother better hurry up and ask you out before his more handsome older brother does now that he knows what's under those robes." He said with a wink as he opened the door to leave.

"I'll keep in mind that George is interested." She smirked at him. She walked over and shut the door in his very shocked face.

"Does that mean George has seen you in your knickers too?!" He yelled at her through the door. Hermione blushed and placed a hand over her face to stifle her laugh.

"Fred." She whispered.

She ran over to where the Weasley's were all crowded around Fred's lifeless body. She felt the tears streaming down her face. She wanted to throw herself on his body but felt that at the moment he wasn't hers to mourn. No one had known about them but George. She looked to her boyfriends twin at the same moment he pulled away from Fred and found her eyes.

George stood and grabbed her, pulling her to him in a bone crushing hug. They both broke down as he lead her to take his place beside Fred. As soon as she knelt down she felt like the air had been knocked from her lungs and she struggled to breathe. She clung to his body and cried for what had seemed like hours before George had pulled her away and urged her to go with Harry and Ron as the fighting once again commenced.

Hermione headed towards the door to the room of requirement with her friends after the last DA meeting before Christmas holiday. She realized she had forgotten one of her books so she told them she would meet them down in the Great Hall and walked back into the main room where Harry was talking quietly with Cho. She grinned at him and picked up her book, turning to walk back down the narrow passage to the entrance when she realized she was frozen in place and couldn't move.

"Looks like someone got herself stuck under the mistletoe." She heard one of the Weasley twins say.

She blushed as she turned to look at them. Ever since her encounter with Fred in the Prefects bathroom a couple of months earlier she had been avoiding them at all costs. She was sure Fred had told George what had happened, seeing as they told each other everything, and it was enough to embarrass her every time she caught one of them looking at her.

Harry and Cho had walked up to leave, Ron in tow, and they stopped next to her.

"Are you coming?" Ron asked her, oblivious to what was going on. She turned to snap at him when she felt someone come stand behind her.

"Looks like Gred went and got himself stuck too!" George laughed. Hermione felt her cheeks go red as she watched Ron's eyes widen and look up at the mistletoe she was under.

Hermione spun and looked up at Fred who had obviously gotten himself stuck with her on purpose. She barely heard Ron sputtering while being pulled away by Harry and Cho muttering something about privacy. Her eyes locked on Fred's and she was vaguely aware that George was still there watching them. As if reading her thoughts however, Fred looked up at George and smiled.

"Going to stand there and watch dear Forge or are you gonna be decent and not make this any more awkward for poor Granger here?" He asked.

George just smiled as he left the room. Hermione looked up at Fred curiously.

"You came over here and got stuck on purpose. What are you playing at?" She asked him.

"Well you see Granger I just can't get the image of you in your knickers out of my head. Seeing as how George is tired of hearing me talk about it I decided to give my dear twin a break and just do something about it." He smiled at her.

"Well that's presumptuous of you. What makes you think I want to kiss you?" She crossed her arms and looked expectantly up at him.

"Come on…handsome bloke like me? Who wouldn't want to kiss this face?" He laughed. When her eyes just narrowed at him he reached out and uncrossed her arms, holding them down at her sides.

"In all seriousness, I did say if Ron didn't wise up and ask you out then I would." He said softly.

"What all of a sudden you're interested now because you saw me practically naked? Was this just a prank Fred Weasley? I should give you detention for this." She said, but it came out with no serious bite in her voice.

"I noticed you the moment you came into our compartment on the train looking for Neville's toad Hermione. I also noticed that my brother was quickly captivated by you even if it took him years to realize it. But Ron has had more than enough time to come to his senses. So have I." He said softly.

Hermione's breath caught in her throat as Fred stared into her eyes, waiting for a response. His fingers rubbing circles on her wrists that he was still holding. She raised her chin and smirked up at him.

"Well what are you waiting for then?" She said.

He smiled as he lowered his lips down to meet hers.

After the war had been won there was finally time to bury the dead. A large cemetery had been created for those who had fought and died valiantly during the war. They had attended many funerals over a period of a few days. But Fred's had been the worst for her. She had stood next to George, clutching his arm for support, earning her confused looks from other members of the Weasley family as well as others. Neither of them had really spoken much, except to each other. Both of them had cried silent tears during the funeral and then had stayed behind together, being the last people to leave his grave.

Ron had been so confused as to why she was so torn over Fred's death. He understood she was grieving his brother because she was close to his family but he couldn't understand the depth of her grief. He had finally lost it one night during dinner at the burrow and had demanded to know why she was so shaken to the point where she would barely speak to anyone but George. She had tried to open her mouth to explain but the words just wouldn't come out and so she had stood and ran from the burrow in tears. Ron had moved to go after her, anger evident on his face but George stood from his seat surprising everyone and stopping Ron in his tracks.

"SIT DOWN!" He yelled across the table at Ron. Ron froze and looked at him in confusion, slowly sinking into an empty chair. Molly and Ginny were silently crying and everyone was looking at George.

"They were in love." He started simply, earning a gasp from everyone at the table.

"They were together since your 5th year. He'd fancied her for even longer but never had wanted to get in your way because he knew how you felt about her. But it just happened and when it did she was it for him. They never wanted to hurt you, so they kept it a secret. They were going to come clean after the bloody war. But I guess they'll never get the chance, so now you all know. You know why she's acting the way she has been." George didn't stay to answer any of the questions being thrown at him.

He walked quickly out of the burrow and apparated to Fred's grave where he knew he would find Hermione.

Hermione gasped as she felt someone grab her and pull her into an empty corridor and put a hand over her mouth. Her first instinct was to scream thinking maybe it was Malfoy and his band of Slytherins trying to pull something, but her voice died in her throat when she saw it was Fred. She smiled at him as he took his hand off her mouth and pushed her against the wall.

"Miss me?" He smiled as he kissed her lightly on the lips.

"I just saw you this morning in the common room Fred. We haven't even been away from each other long enough for me to miss you." She laughed as his lips moved to her neck. He straightened up and raised an eyebrow at her.

"Well fine if you don't miss me I'll just take my lips somewhere else then." He joked and halfway turned to leave. She grabbed him and pulled him back to her, crashing her lips to his.

"I didn't say I didn't miss your lips." She whispered between kisses. He grinned against her lips and shivered as she brought her hands up to tangle in his hair. He pulled her farther down into the corridor and through the door to an empty classroom, muttering a silencing charm after shutting the door.

She walked to the front of the classroom, shedding her robes along the way. His eyes roamed hungrily over her body and he took off his robes as she started unbuttoning her blouse one button at a time while smiling at him.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" She asked him.

He was in font of her in a second grabbing her by her hips and lifting her onto the large desk. She wrapped her legs around his waist and abandoned the buttons of her shirt to work on his. She quickly pulled it off him and went to undo the buckle on his belt as he all but ripped her shirt off her. His lips were everywhere, on hers, on her neck, he pushed her down on the desk and dragged his lips down to her breasts and sucked on a pert nipple through her lacy red bra. His hands made quick work of the clasp on her bra and she found herself completely topless, staring up at him as he went to finish undoing his pants.

She watched him with lust filled eyes as he grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the desk. She loved it when he took control of her in these situations. She loved being able to lose herself in him and not worry about taking the lead because he loved to be the leader when they fucked. Most nights they would end up in the room of requirement where they would slowly and passionately make love, but then there were times like this where they would find an empty classroom or passage. Times like this it was exhilarating and fast and rough and she loved every minute of it.

"How can you tell George and I apart?" His sudden question startled her.

"What?" She asked him, moving her hips towards him, silently begging him to take her.

"How do you know I'm not George pretending to be Fred right now?" He was looking into her eyes questioningly, his hands still gripping her hips, his member erect and positioned right at her wet entrance.

"What are you talking about Fred? Why are you asking me this?" She propped herself up on her elbows and when he didn't answer her she sighed and pushed herself up all the way so she was sitting on the desk in front of him.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him to her. He hadn't been expecting it and dropped his head to her shoulder when the sudden movement caused him to push fully inside her. She bucked her hips into his, making sure she was taking in every inch of him, before she raised her hand and pushed his head up off her shoulder so she could look at him.

"You have the faintest scar here." She dragged a finger across the space on the right side of his face between his lower lip and his chin.

"No one can ever tell us apart." He said, starting to move slowly in and out of her.

"I'm not no one." She said breathily, fingers curling into his hair and bringing his lips to hers.

He grabbed her hips and thrust into her harder than he had been. She threw her head back and moaned as his lips found her neck.

"No you're not. You are so fucking incredible Hermione." He whispered. He continued to thrust into her, losing himself in the feel of her tight walls clenching down on him.

"Fred…" She whispered. He kissed her cutting her off. They came together and he leaned forward and put his forehead on hers.

"I love you." He told her. Her eyes widened hearing the phrase fall from his lips for the first time. She smiled up at him and pushed his hair out of his eyes, thankful that he had chosen to not cut it and keep it longer.

"I love you too."

George sat and watched as Hermione cried against Fred's headstone. He gave her space, until he was sure she had no tears left to cry, then slowly walked over and sat down next to her.

"I miss him so much." She whispered.

"Me too." George whispered back. They sat in silence for at least half an hour until George finally broke it.

"Have you decided where you're going to live?" He asked her.

"I honestly haven't even thought about it. I can't…I can't stay at the Burrow. Ron-"

"Ron is a prat. He will come around….eventually. I told them Hermione…I had to." He looked at her.

"I'm glad you did. They deserved to know." She said, still staring at Fred's headstone. She reached out and ran her fingers over his name.

"No one is going be upset Hermione." George said. He watched as she stood from her spot on the ground.

"I just can't face anyone right now." She whispered as she turned to leave. George felt helpless as he watched her go.

Hermione laughed as Fred twirled her around the dance floor. It had been a beautiful wedding for Bill and Fleur. Now everyone was drinking and dancing and she was determined to have a good time tonight. Even with Ron shooting them glares from across the room. The song changed to a slower one and she sighed as Fred brought her close to him and started moving slowly with the song.

"Your family is going to start to get suspicious." She whispered to him. Fred smiled against the side of her head.

"I don't care anymore Hermione. I know we said we would keep it secret until all of this war nonsense was over with but I have a bad feeling. I feel like something is going to happen soon." He said.

"You know we're leaving. We could be gone for months Fred. I would never dream of asking you to wait for me, not knowing how long all of this is going to take-"

"You're crazy if you think I wouldn't wait for you. I know you can't tell me where you guys are going, or what you're going to do, but just know that I will be here waiting for you when you get back." He felt her pull her head off his shoulder and her amber eyes met his chocolate ones.

"When all of this is over, we come clean to everyone about everything." She said.

"I'd still rather do it now." Fred muttered.

"You aren't the one going to be gone for who knows how long with Ron. It's just not the right time to announce it now." She said sadly. He froze against her and let go of her.

"Is that what all of this is about? You don't want Ron to find out? You're more concerned with his feelings than you are mine?" He said heatedly.

His voice had risen enough to earn some confused looks from guests, and had been enough to catch George's attention. Hermione looked around the room embarrassed before landing her eyes back on his.

"You know that isn't what I meant Fred." She whispered angrily.

"Well that's exactly what it sounds like to me. And if you're so concerned with Ron's feelings then just go already and be with Ron."

"You are acting ridiculous Frederick Weasley! Stop it this instant!"

"Both of you stop it! You're starting to attract a crowd." George came up and nudged himself in between them.

Hermione felt tears pricking her eyes. She looked at Fred over George's shoulder. He looked ashamed for yelling at her. But before anything else could be said the tent erupted into chaos with the arrival of Kingsley's patronus and the warning of the death eaters headed their way.

It was the last time they would see each other for a year.

A few months passed and George became increasingly depressed. After that night in the cemetery Hermione had disappeared for a little while, rumored to have gone to try and find her parents. He had felt like she had been the last link between him and his brother and now with her gone he had felt like there was no one left who truly understood what he was going through.

Sure his parents had lost a son and his brothers and sister had lost a sibling, but he had lost his twin. His other half. He didn't know how to function without Fred. He had tried to reopen the shop but in all honesty it was Verity that was running things. She had been a lot of help when he realized that he couldn't do it. He spent most of his days up in the flat above the shop and most of his nights in the Three Broomsticks getting drunk out of his mind.

There had been a few people from school who had tried to approach him to offer condolences but he would leave quickly muttering about how he needed to get home to work on a new invention with Fred.

He rarely went to the burrow for dinners anymore. He hadn't spoken to Ron since his outburst the night he had told his family about Fred and Hermione. He knew that his little brother was still hurt and not over the fact that his older brother had been dating the girl he fancied for years and they had kept it a secret from everyone. Ron was hurt and embarrassed and George didn't blame him but he didn't want to see him either. Molly and Arthur pleaded with him to get help and talk to someone. Ginny had threatened to hex him with her famous bat-bogey hex.

But the only help George felt he needed was at the bottom of every fire whiskey bottle he could get his hands on. He had been completely caught by surprise when he walked into the pub one night and sitting in his usual seat had been Hermione. He noticed that people were staring in their direction but no one dared come up to them as he took the seat next to her.

"Fancy meeting you here Granger. Welcome home." He said as he motioned for his usual fire whiskey.

"It still doesn't feel like home George. Not without him here." She whispered sadly, staring into her glass.

George leaned towards her and filled her glass with the bottle that had just been set in front of him. She smelt of vanilla and cinnamon, clearly having a few firewhiskeys already.

"You know what I've been doing to make it feel more like home?" He asked, filling his glass. She turned to look at him for the first time.

"Get completely drunk off my arse and go home and talk to him. I found that if I can stay awake long enough and if I drink enough sometimes he'll talk back." He said seriously.

He tipped his glass back and poured himself another and motioned for her to do the same. She raised her glass to her lips and drank it all before holding it out for him to fill. Out of the corner of his eye he saw some bloke approaching them. He recognized him from school but couldn't remember his name. He glared at the guy who clearly only had eyes for Hermione. He watched in a haze as Hermione gave her best polite smile before informing the man that she was engaged. They raised their glasses again as the guy walked away and George poured them another, motioning for another bottle.

Hermione ran past the Great Hall with Ron on their way to the Chamber of Secrets to get the basilisk fang. They were almost to the girls bathroom when she heard her name being shouted from behind them. She stopped and turned, not realizing that Ron had kept going.

Fred was standing across the large hall looking at her. The minute their eyes met they ran towards each other and Hermione jumped into his arms. She hugged him tight as he showered her face with kisses.

"I'm so glad you're alright." He said, voice hoarse.

"I'm so sorry Fred. For everything." She said as tears came to her eyes. He shook his head at her and hugged her again pressing his cheek to the top of her head.

"I'm the one whose sorry. So so sorry Hermione."

"When this is all over we'll tell everyone. I promise." She said.

Before she knew what was happening Fred was kneeling in front of her amongst all the rubble and students and teachers screaming and running around. He had pulled out a black box and opened it revealing a beautiful diamond ring.

"Marry me? As soon as this is over marry me Hermione?" She pulled him up off his knee and threw her arms around him kissing him.

"Yes! Of course I will marry you!" She said.

He picked her up and crushed her into another hug before they heard her name being called across the hall again. Ron had figured out she was no longer following him and had doubled back. He was looking at them from across the hall. He raised a hand and waved to Fred, oblivious as to what had just happened.

"Keep it for now, and find me when this is all over. Promise me?" She said, hugging him one last time.

"I promise."

They fell into the flat George was still living in above the shop, hands roaming everywhere, only separating their lips long enough to remove clothes. George kicked off his shoes and went to remove his belt as Hermione unzipped her dress and pulled it over her head. George sucked in a breath as his eyes roamed down Hermione's body, his pants becoming uncomfortably tight.

She crushed her lips to his again, tasting of cinnamon and whiskey. Her hands pushed his pants all the way off of him and they stood there in the living room, nearly naked, kissing each other deeply. Her hands found their way into his hair and he picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. He vaguely remembered Fred telling him that Hermione had liked it when he took charge. So he gripped her tighter to him and walked her into the bedroom.

He hadn't even noticed that it wasn't his bedroom he had walked them into, but the first one he had come to which was Fred's room. He dropped her on the bed and quickly undid her bra as she pulled down his boxers. He grabbed her hips and moved her to the top of the bed, laying kisses all over her chest before dipping lower over her stomach. He grabbed the waistband of her lace thong and tore it down with his teeth. She gasped raising her hips to help him.

"You're so fucking beautiful." He whispered, as he kissed his way back up her body, positioning himself at her entrance. She was so wet for him already and it turned him on even more.

He pushed into her as she grabbed at his neck and kissed him hard enough that he was sure his lips would be bruised in the morning. He moved in and out of her, pushing deep until he filled her up with every thrust.

"Fuck Hermione." He whispered against her neck as she lifted a leg over his shoulder allowing him a deeper angle into her body.

"Harder, I want you to fuck me harder Fred." She whispered into his ear.

He didn't even pause at her calling him by Fred's name but just obliged her request. She did it again when they came together and he spilled himself inside of her.

After their breathing had calmed down and they lay on the bed still in each other's arms, she rolled onto her side looking at him with hazy eyes.

"I love you so much Fred. Don't ever leave me…promise you won't ever leave me again." She whispered. George leaned over and kissed her fully on the lips.

"I promise."

Author's Note: This was going to be a one shot but I think I have enough of an idea for another chapter what do you guys think? Please review!