It had been 3 weeks since the war. Harry had done it. He had finally killed the Dark Lord. Voldemort was no longer a worry. Still the Weasley's weren't they're usual happy selves.

They usually went as a family every week to st mungos to see how Fred was doing. He was in a deep coma, the doctors said he might not even wake up. Fred fortunately was saved just in time by Hermione Granger.

She was able to push Fred out of the way but still a bit of the rubble hit his head hard. Thankfully Hermione knew some healing spells and cleaned the blood. He was just knocked out. Sleeping they liked to think.

Fred being in a coma was a depressing thing for Harry, Hermione and the Weasley's. Especially George. No one could tell how much it hurt him to know his twin brother, his partner in crime, his other half may never wake up.

Still, Hermione tried to cheer everybody up. Ginny and Harry tried to help but it just wasn't working. No one wanted to talk, no one wanted to play, eat, all everybody wanted to do was either visit Fred or sulk around the house.

Hermione was of course upset because of Fred being in a coma, but she didn't want to show it. Someone needed to be strong. She was now the one who looked after Harry and the Weasley's.

She would usually hangout by the lake. She would sit up against the tree and read. Many nights she had made camp there when the depression of the Weasley's got to much.

Even Mrs Weasley wasn't her usual self. She didn't cook, clean the house, she didn't shout at her children when they did something wrong. Just the other week Ron had 'accidentally' smashed her favourite flower pot. Everyone expected to see her shout. All she did was repair it and went upstairs.

Today they were at St Mungos. They were all crowded around Fred. "Do you think he's in pain?" Ginny asked.

Hermione shook her head. "No. I don't think so. I bet he's dreaming peacefully."

Ginny turned and gave a sad smile to her bestfriend. She hugged Hermione which Hermione returned.

Everyone was starting to leave. "You coming Hermione?" Harry asked.

Hermione was still in her spot staring at Fred. "I'll be out in a minute." Harry nodded and closed the door.

She walked and sat in the chair next to Fred. "Hey Fred. I hope you can hear me. I read that even though your in a coma you can hear what's happening around you. Anyway, please wake up soon. Your family needs you. George needs you. He isn't himself without you. Heck I need you. You and George make everyone laugh, but if your not there I'm afraid everyone will forget how." She took his hand in hers. She squeezed it. A tear fell down her cheek and dropped on his limp hands.

She was about to pull away when she felt something on her hand. Fred's fingers were twitching.

"Mi..."

Hermione looked up at his face. His lips were twitching. But what was he saying. What is Mi?

"Mi...Mione..." Fred said again.

"Fred!?" Hermione was tanking now her head over his. She completely forgot that she was still holding his hand. "Fred, can you hear me?"

He slowly nodded. "Harry!" She shouted.

No one came.

"Harry!!!"

Still no one came.

"HARRY! GUYS! FREDS WAKING UP!" As she shouted this George barged through the doors and went to the other side of his twin.

He was followed by the rest of the Weasley's and Harry.

"Freddie. Freddie can you hear me? Are you there?"

Fred nodded. George instantly grinned. "Wake up. Wake up Freddie. Please."

Hermione watched George talking to his twin. She looked down at Fred who looked as though he was ready to wake up.

Fred opened his eyes. He sat up so fast and was breathing heavily. Hermione let out a happy gasp.

"Fred!" Hermione said excitedly. He turned to look at her and smiled. He then looked at his twin. He grabbed his twin with one arm and pulled him in for a big hug, his other still occupied in Hermiones hand.

Mrs Weasley started crying happy tears, so did Ginny and Hermione.

"What happened?" Fred asked. He was sitting against his bed now it the bag was pushed up.

"You were almost squashed by a wall." Bill said. "Hermione here pushed you but still some of the rubble hit your head. She stopped it bleeding but you fell into a coma."

"Thanks 'Mione." Fred said grinning at her. She smiled back at him.

"Is anyone going to notice it or shall I point it out?" Ron said. Everyone have him a confused look.

Ron just pointed to Fred's hand. His hand which had Hermiones in it. Fred and Hermione looked at it and then at eachother. They pulled away and they both blushed. Ginny laughed and Harry snorted.

Hermione glared at them. This only made them laugh harder. Even Mrs Weasley was laughing Hermione couldn't help but join in. It had been a long time since any of them had laughed.

They all started laughing. They must've been loud because soon after 3 healers came rushing in. They said that they all needed to leave so they could check Fred.

After they finished they told everyone he was to go home tomorrow. They all nodded and went back to the burrow.

As they got to the living Hermione was first to speak.

"Why not throw a welcome home party for Fred? I mean we haven't celebrated since before the war. We won and haven't had a single celebration."

"That's a great idea Hermione! Except now you've said it out loud mums going to crazy and we all might not be alive to see it." Charlie said. Mrs Weasley shout dagger eyes at him. Everyone started laughing including Mrs Weasley.

"Oh shush. It's a great idea dear. We could start getting ready today so it's ready for tomorrow. But first we should eat some lunch." Everyone agreed with Mrs Weasley and went to the kitchen. Everything was back to normal. Well almost normal. Yes everyone was happy and no one was sulking. But Fred still wasn't there. He would be tomorrow and that was a good thought for Hermione.

AN: Thanks for reading this Fanfic! I hope you enjoy the first chapter! I swear the second chapter might come out in a few hours. Please review!