This was only meant to be a drabble, but somehow it extended into something else! This story is dedicated to the lovely Mari, who is the BEST Fremione shipper I know. I hope she, and anyone reading, enjoys this.
Fremione. Requested by: xcali-mari
Fred opened his eyes to a blinding light. The last thing he remembered…was dying. The thought jolted him awake. He was sitting up right, in what looked like his own joke shop, doused in white and clouds. George…he had left George all by himself.
"Great, he loses an ear and I lose a life, nice job." He shook his head, he would not let the sadness of this situation get to him, although, without really knowing, his eyes were wet.
"I don't think I've seen you cry before." It was hervoice. Hermione's. Her hair was still bushy, her front teeth still a little big. She was still the same age, but she was, herself. Something that Fred admired, long before it was gone.
"Hermione…what…what are you doing here?" He asked, he knew for a fact she wasn't dead. She was too smart, too brave to die.
"Well, you're right. I'm not dead. This place shows our most deepest, hidden desires before we move on…there's no going back for you." Hermione's smile was sad, and Fred got up, wanting to take it away.
I want to make her laugh.
"So Fred, is there anything, anything you need to tell me before you go on, or else, I wouldn't be here."
Fred stared at her intently. "Are you the real Hermione? You can't be, you can't be…you can't be…dead…not like me anyway."
Hermione's smile was sad once more. "I am real enough for you."
Then, the most deepest desire Fred had kept hidden, the one he joked away from himself, the desire that kept him up at night, came from his lips as surely and as confidently as he would have killed to say them when he was alive.
"Hermione I loveyou."
As he said them he felt light. Almost too light. He was looking at Hermione, who was not beaming but still upset. Her eyes glistening.
I wanted to make her laugh.
"Hermione what's happening?" He screamed, yelling against the force that was taking him away from his Hermione. He had finally said it, and now he was leaving.
"You finally said it Fred, and now that's gone, you can go now, wait for the people who love you." She was still sad, not a laugh in her.
"Hermione I don't want to wait, I don't want to go, I want to stay with you, make you laugh." He cursed himself, why was it so easy to say it now? "Besides, you can't make jokes in heaven." He was still going away, the only thing visible was his waist up.
"Fred, don't say you want to stay." Hermione walked closer to him, her hands outstretched, almost wanting to touch him.
That look in Hermione's eyes, her eyes always being her weakness, gave Fred the answer. "There's one thing that's missing though, something that needs to happen…"
Hermione's eyes widened, scared. "No Fred, no, don't say it."
"I need to know if the real Hermione can love me too."
"No Fred!" This Hermione, a projection of Fred's desires extended her arms, trying to catch him, but the swirling mist had engulfed him before she could. The world was spinning, and the sound of home began to surround him. Home. Where George would be. Where Bill, Charlie, Mum, Ginny, Harry and Ron would be….where Hermione would be.
If he could get there.