A/N Sorry it took so long to update! and my chapters are so short:/ I promise to update soon!

*Le Fred*

She took an UNFORGIVABLE curse for me, and he escaped. Last I saw, Lee was chasing after Lucius Malfoy, firing every spell under the sun at his stupid head.

An unforgivable curse. She took an unforgivable curse for ME, and he escaped without a care in the world for her. And we're just friends. Although I've wished we were more for quite some time now. Fiercely loyal, that one. Mental, too. This is what's swimming in my mind.

The entire school is out front, waiting for You-Know-Who to come. She HAS to wake up. Now. She wouldn't want to miss Harry, she'd feel incredibly guilty. She'd want to be there beside him.

I let my fingers drift to her face, caressing her cheek. My face is opposite hers, my tears dripping onto her forehead. I take her hand in mine, intertwining our fingers together. Nobody's around. I'm here, alone with Hermione, surrounded by the broken remnants of Hogwarts. I lay my head on her chest, waiting for her to wake up. She is breathing, which reassures me drastically. As much as I want to stay, I know George needs me by his side. I need to fight with him.

I gently lift Hermione behind her back and knees, like a bride, and her face naturally falls into my chest. I sprint to the mouth of the entrance, where everyone is prepared for the fight of a lifetime. I peer over the crowd searching for my family. Soon, I find my mum, George, Ron, and Ginny. I try to stop the tears flowing from my eyes but only more come. I just want her awake and okay, is that too much to ask? George gives me a sympathetic look, Understanding flicking through his eyes. Everyone starts to freak out, thinking she's dead, most likely.

"What happened?" Ron asks, a death glare shooting from his eyes.

"It-It was M-Malfoy. Lucius Malfoy," I stutter. "He tried to shoot me with a Cruciatus curse but Hermione threw herself in front of me and she got hit instead. Itshould'vebeenmeitshould'vebeenme." I cry, still holding her delicate frame, droplets escaping my eyes and landing on her shirt. Her forehead is glazed with sweat, her face still contorted in pain. I want to take her pain away, so badly, make it okay. I'd rather have to suffer a thousand unforgivable curses than watch her beautiful, delicate, perfect face twist in pain from one.

"Hermione? Please wake up,' I sob. My mum lays a caring hand on my shoulder while George hugs me.

"Fred, she needs to see Madame Pomfrey."