Hi! This is my first fanfiction, and it's Fremione and Guna because those are my OTPs. YAY! But this is just leading up to my Next Generation fics, so I'm not planning to make this very long. But (knowing me) it'll probably end up being very long. I hope you readers like it!

Disclaimer: I am very much NOT J.K.R., otherwise Fremione and Guna would be canon!

Don't let the muggles get you down,

Jewels

"Fred?"

Fred turned to see bushy brown hair and chocolate eyes. He smiled weakly at his favourite bookworm, Hermione Granger. "Hey Granger. How are you doing?"

Hermione shrugged, standing beside him, not looking him in the eyes. "I'm fine, I suppose. We were just best friends, I can't even begin to imagine how you feel."

Fred sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Yep, I'm feeling like crap right now. Especially since it would've been me." He ran his hands through his red hair. "He sacrificed himself to save me, Hermione." His blue eyes landed on his twin brother, who was crying by the freshly made grave, with a petite blonde comforting him.

"Is that George and Luna?" Hermione asked, sensing that the subject needed to be changed.

"Yep. She's been helping him through this. He's taking it badly." Fred chanced a glance at Hermione. "Ron was our favourite brother y'know."

Hermione looked surprised. Fred let out a quiet chuckle. "We expressed our love through our teasing. That's why this is so especially hard. Oh yes, I'm taking it horribly too," he added, at the strange look Hermione gave him, "I'm just not as vocal with my inner feelings as George is."

"It's fine to cry, Fred."

Fred shot Hermione a disbelieving, 'I'm-a-man-I-don't-cry' look. Hermione laughed; Fred liked her laughter.

"Fred, it won't make you any less of a man to cry. If anything, it'll make you more of a man. Most people prefer compassionate men to the ones who hide their feelings deep inside." Hermione motioned for a hug, and Fred almost immediately sunk into her embrace.

It was a loving embrace and Fred suddenly felt overcome by a wave of emotion. Ron had died to save him. Ron was dead and he would never be able to tease him again. He would never get to say those three rarely spoken, but nonetheless true, words, 'I love you.' Fred began to sob quietly on Hermione's shoulder, and she just smiled softly, knowing that together, they could get through this.

George hiccuped and wiped his eyes on his sleeve. Looking up into Luna Lovegood's silvery grey eyes, he saw only kindness, not impatience or annoyance. "S - Sorry that you had to see me like this, Luna."

Luna merely smiled dreamily at him. "It's no bother, George. I rather like knowing that you're not big and tough all the time; that you have the same emotions as the rest of us."

George studied her expression carefully. "Is that what I came off as in school? Big and tough with no emotion?"

Luna blushed slightly and nodded her head. George smiled reassuringly at her. "I'm sorry you thought that. We'll have to better acquaint ourselves with each other. Maybe over coffee?"

Luna tilted her head slightly, examining George's face. He seemed sincere. She smiled. "I'd like that."