Pairing: Hermione/Fred, POV: Ron (for the most part) and Hermione

Rating: T

Summary: He let the one thing that meant the world to him go. Now he's regretting his decision because the love of his life is in love with another man.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything you find familiar. The characters and the places this fic do not belong to me, they belong to JK Rowling and the countries they are from.

Rain on Me

I'm the only one drenched. The darkness is blinding… And I'm falling down this abyss that seems never-ending…

I stood there looking at her- The epitome of perfection. She was the only person to bring light into my omnipresent darkness. His arm around her protectively holding on to what was his, but what rightfully belonged to me.

The anger boiling within me was almost unbearable. I feel as though I might blow at any second. I knew my logic was proving me wrong whichever way I looked at it. He deserved her. He needed her. He was all that she could want, all that she deserved to have. I had forced her away. Because of my own recklessness- my wish to stay afloat in feelings I had no right to feel. She didn't love me, she loved him! She never pretended. She confided in me. She trusted me. But I wasn't worth it. I definitely didn't deserve her. She was everything perfect and I- everything flawed. All the while she'd talk to me I'd feel like pushing her against the tree and make love to her over and over again, but she never knew. She always loved him. She always talked about him.

When she came up to me asking me, her best friend after Harry's death, to dance with her on her wedding day, I almost did grab her and snog her in front of everyone there. I ran; as fast as my legs could carry me. I could not ruin this for her. He was my brother I couldn't do this to him! His brother in love with his wife? That would just make him love me more, wouldn't it? I felt sick thinking about it. It was wrong. It was unbearable. He made her laugh. He made her happy. I- I made her cry, every time. There were too many loose ends with me; too much baggage from the war and too many raw scars. I was too crude and harsh. Fred deserved Hermione- funny, successful, loving and a wonderful person. I was a hardened ex-prisoner of war, someone who only loved-never to be loved back.

I'm the drenched in this rain that is falling only on me. Blinded by the darkness that is only consuming me. Avada Kedavra? I couldn't bring myself to do it. So I went where I knew I would not be found.

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Six days after he ran away from my wedding we found him.

I'm the only one drenched. The darkness is blinding… And I'm falling down this abyss that seems to never-ending…

He was my best-friend. The only person I truly loved but could never have.

That is why I spoke at Ron's funeral.