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The war was finally over, and Hermione felt hollow. So many people she cared for were gone; Remus, Tonks, and Fred. She wasn't able to shake the events of the day off of her. Voldemort was dead, the Death Eaters rounded up, and still there was something else that happened which had shaken Hermione to her core. While on the search in Hogwarts for a way to destroy horcruxes Hermione was approached by a very frantic looking Fred.

"I need to talk to you, just for a minute", he grabbed her arm and pulled her into an empty alcove. Fred had panic written all over his face. He ran his fingers through his hair, longer than she'd ever seen it. Hermione hadn't seen him in almost a year, he looked taller and older than she has remembered. She felt herself get nervous, trying to ignore that before the war had taken over her life, she had a very embarrassingly obvious crush on him. Fred placed his hands on her shoulders and bent down a bit to look at into her eyes.

"I can't think of what else it could be, but I don't have time anymore." His hand cupped her face. "I am in love with you Hermione. You are it for me. I need you to know that."

Hermione could feel her breathing still. The context made no sense to her. He hadn't seen her in a year, and she knew he wasn't all that interested in her before.

"Fred…I"

"-No look Mione" he cut her off "it doesn't make sense now, but promise me that you'll make your way to me when this is all over."

He stepped in closer to her, wrapping his arm around her, he hesitated only for a second then he kissed her softly. Hermione looked up at him tenderly, before her mind could process what happened her lips agreed, "I promise."

Fred smiled at her, and she noticed that his smile didn't reach his eyes. "Just know that loving you has been a privilege I never could have deserved." He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it.

Pulling his wand from his pocket, Fred ducked out of the alcove leaving her astounded.

Thinking back on it only hours later was tearing her apart. He had confessed his love to her only this afternoon and now he was dead, lying in the great hall with a white sheet covering his body. Hermione stood watching the Weasleys all sitting around Fred's body. She made sure she was hidden. The war was over, and finding her way to him now, meant finding her way to his dead body. She felt selfish. Fred was gone, and all she could do was feel confused and hurt about this love he had for her. They had only just kissed the one time. What did he mean when he said loving her had been a privilege? Unable to stand and watch the brutal evidence of Fred's death, Hermione decided to make her way to Gryffindor tower. She found an empty bed with no belongings next to it, she imagined this would have been her bed had she attended school this year. She crawled into it, fully clothed, her beaded bag draped over her shoulder, wand in hand. She easily let sleep take her, as reality was overwhelming her.