You know as much as I do that Harry Potter doesn't belong to me.
A/N: So I read on a fansite that Fred knew Ron liked Hermione, but never got to see them, so here goes!
"Oi! Ickle Prefect Ronnie! You there! What's wrong?" Fred Weasley plopped down on his brother's bed in the attic.
"Nothing," Ron mumbled.
"Ron. I know when something's wrong."
"Fine. Something's wrong."
"What is it?"
"Nothing."
"Ron," Fred put a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Tell me."
"Hermione," was all Ron said.
"What about her?"
"I think I'm in love with her. But she doesn't see me as anything but a friend."
"Ron. You're a great bloke. And someday, she will see you as more than a friend. I promise."
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Fred Weasley watched his red haired, freckly brother wait at the alter as his fiancée, Hermione, walked down the aisle. The bushy haired girl was beaming as she glided down the aisle in her white dress.
Fred felt a tear slide down his cheek. He knew Ron had never told anybody but him about his love, and he was the only one who never saw it. He wished he could be there with his brother, but sadly, he would have to watch from Heaven.