Warning: Contains Character Death, depression, self harm, and eating disorders. Proceed with caution. This is a story about Fred Hermione AND George. Other than that enjoy.

Just A Game

She didn't recognize any one. They were all moving past her in a blur. The air was thick with the smoke from spells that were cast, and she was tripping over rubble and coughing up what she didn't want to believe was blood. She had taken a blow to back that had knocked her out for a good two or three minutes. Now, her first instinct was to run. The castle was in pieces around her, and she didn't know if those around her were good or evil. Tears streaked Hermione Grangers face.

At least she knew her own name. She tipped to the side a bit as she stopped to catch her breath. Her hand reached out for the wall and she braced herself against it for a moment before she began to move again. She reached the great hall and saw all the people crowded around beds. Hagrid stopped her and gripped her too tightly, because instead of coughing up blood she was choking on it. Hagrid stepped back and began yelling for a medi witch. She couldn't remember much after that, because soon her vision was black and clouded and she was on the ground being transferred and treated.

Blinking something was off. She shouldn't be here.

She felt the sheets she was on and they were rough. She felt groggy and knew that she was hurt, but this wasn't the feel of a bed in the hospital wing or St. Mungos. It took her a minute to realize she was on the ground and groaned as she turned to her side. Everything hurt. Finally jerking her eyes open enough to look around she could see a few people in the room that were hurt as well laying on pallets similar to hers. She tried to push herself off the ground, but a witch pushed her back down and jabbed a syringe in her throat before she could respond. Tipping backwards she was engulfed in black once more.

The second time she awoke the room was dark and someone was screaming. Tilting to the side she searched for something to vomit into. Flinging herself from the pallet she crawled toward the door and pulled herself up just enough to get through the door and stumble into the hallway. She searched blindly for a bathroom when she ran into a body and dry heaved The person grasped her and held her upright.

"Bloody hell." She could have recognized that voice anywhere and she fell into his arms. Clinging to the body and crying. "Oh god. Harry!" Ron Weasley held her thin frame and dragged her toward a bedroom. A set of green eyes trained on her as she continued to dry heave and the boys shoved a trashcan into her hands.

"Where did you find her?"

"Stumbling in the hallway. Help me." The red head shoved her to a bed and tilted her to the side. Tears streaming down her face as she fumbled for grasp on him. The two boys looked to each other and then to their friend unsure of what to do when the shrieks started and the tears wouldn't stop.

Hours later and she was finally calm. The two boys were nestled into a bed across the room and she was laying wide awake. Her stomach was churning and the silence was deafening. She wanted out. She couldn't take this solitude of not knowing what was going on any longer. She rolled onto her back and pushed herself up and out of bed. She crept toward the door while careful to make sure that she didn't wake the sleeping bodies. She turned out of the hallway to the left, and finally realized where she was. Grimmauld place. Once she realized where she was at, she crept down the stairs toward the kitchen. The house had the feeling of death, and as she passed open doors she could see large groups of people crammed into each one. Some with blood on their clothing and others who looked innocent compared to what they looked like during the day. They all had something in common though. They were war worn.

Turning from the door she had been looking into and that held Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom, as well as a few other Ravenclaws, she continued toward the kitchen. It was empty thankfully, and she carefully began to prepare herself some hot chocolate. Warming it with her wand she rubbed at her temple to remove a headache, but was unsuccessful. Tilting her head back she downed some of the hot liquid and welcomed the comfort.

Scurrying feet distracted her, and the booming voices of adults were heard and as she turned she could see a group of adults entering the room. The order. Bill, Molly, Percy, and Arthur Weasley. Mad Eye. Tonks and Lupin. Kingsley Shacklebolt and others followed. Hermione stood still contemplating what was happening. The group stopped and stared at her a moment. "Hermione dear. If you wouldn't mind heading back to your room."

"I'm an order member too, and I've been sleeping for what I am assuming are days. Why should I vacate?" She snapped a little harsher than intended and then immediately regretted the decision. She set her hot chocolate down and turned on her heel. As she exited she heard Molly muttering something to the others and then heard her send the twins after her.

"Nice to see you're lovely as ever when you're awake." One of the two chuckled. She turned to them and didn't understand how they could be so chipper after all of this.

"I don't need babysitters." She hissed as she headed back up the stairs, but the twins grabbed her by each arm and steered her the opposite direction and into a room at the end of the hallway. She eyed the two of them carefully ready to lash out as they shut the door behind them.

"Glad you're awake Hermione. Do you remember what happened?" She shook her head gently as they pushed her to the bed. "Charlie died along with Lavender Brown and a lot of other people." Hermione rocked back and frowned. "We won. Voldemort's dead, but we are still in a war."

"W-what…"

"The Death Eater loyalists took over the ministry not long after Voldemort's fall. They killed the minister of magic." Fred was calm and staring at her waiting for her to probably fall apart. However, she had nothing to say. She didn't shake. She didn't cry. She had nothing left.

"Who are all the people here?"

"They are all the people who were hurt or what have you during the battle. You've been here about three days. Harry and Ron came yesterday, don't worry they aren't hurt, they just wanted to check in and see who was fight ready."

"It's been three days since the battle and they are already ready to fight again?" She asked with a frown.

"It will be an easy victory. Lucius is at the head of it all. It's not a game of luck anymore." She pursed her lips with a nod in understanding.

"Well, we can hope." She lamented carefully. The twins were staring at her concerned.

"How are you holding up Hermione?"

"I'm fine. Quit looking at me like I'm going to break." She muttered with a frown. The twins shared a glance and then turned to each other again.

"Alright." The twins said together.