He Needed Her
Hermione walked towards him and sat down, leaning against the tree. He didn't say a word. He didn't even look at her. He just focused his gaze on the peaceful surface of the lake.
She held out her hand, and he took it lightly, placing their entwined fingers on top of her knee. It wasn't long before he squeezed intensely, making their knuckles white. She squeezed back, because she knew. He needed her.
His breaths came more quickly, and she could make out a name he was whispering hysterically between them. Fred.
And then it stopped with one large breath. He was just sitting there, next to her, holding her hand. She caressed his lightly with her thumb, trying to soothe him. Trying to stop the memories creeping into her mind. But it didn't work. She could see the image of Fred, lying on the floor, his eyes cold, empty, lacking their usual spark. His last grin plastered over his face.
She looked at Ron, who had closed his eyes, swallowing the tears he couldn't possibly stop, and which quickly found their way down his cheeks. She buried her face in his neck.
He needed her. He will always need her.
Authors Note: Okay, I had to temporarily forget my denial of Fred's death for this story, which I wasn't too happy about. Anyway, whether you liked it or barely got through it, pleeeease review. I'd much appreciate it.
XOXO
B.B.