A/N: So, this 'story' is really going to be a bunch of random head canons, updated when inspiration hits me. Yeah…
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Hermione was just as shocked as the others when Harry killed Voldemort for the final time. The spells of the retreating Death Eaters never hit her as she walked through the Great Hall that was littered with the wounded and the dead. So many of her classmates had risked their lives to save the wizard world. They had all been so brave.
"Fred!" she heard George cry and she immediately looked towards the sound of the voice. "Fred, are you all right?"
Hermione started walked towards where the Weasleys were gathering, each step agonizingly slow and painful.
Flashback…
The Room of Requirement was empty, save Hermione. She had decided to stay for some extra practice with the spells she and the others had been working on under Harry's supervision. She wasn't aware of anyone else in the room, thinking them all gone.
"Nice Patronus," Fred's voice came from behind her causing her to jump out of her skin. "I never picked you for an otter person…"
"Fred! Don't do that to me!" Hermione snapped, watching her otter vanish. "I like otters."
"To each, their own." Fred said with a cheery smile as he looked down at her. "So, have you thought about us enough yet?"
Hermione sighed. "Ron is going to be so mad at us…if we continue sneaking around like we do."
"Then we should tell him. We could send him one of those singing Muggle cards you've talked so fondly about." Hermione frowned and looked away from him. "What's wrong pet?"
"Fred, you know I love you…"
"And I love you too."
"But maybe you should let me talk to Ron. I don't think he'd try to curse me for telling him that I have been dating you. It might even turn out all right."
Fred cupped her face in his hands and gently made her look at him. "When has something ever gone wrong for the both of us when we're together?"
End flashback…
Hermione stepped past Harry and Ron, tears already coming to her eyes. "Is-is he…?"
George stopped shaking his twin by his shoulder and a horrible cry of sorrow escaped his throat. "Fred!"
Hermione fell to her knees beside George, tears sliding down her face to mix with the dirt and blood already clinging to it. "Fred…" she cried, touching his dirty face. "Come back…please…you can't be…"
She couldn't force herself to say the word. Her Fred, so loving and funny lay in Death's eternal embrace.
He'd never come back to cheer her up when things were turning sour. He'd never hold her in his arms to comfort her when she needed a shoulder to cry on again. He couldn't protect her from the hateful words of the Slytherin house. All of it, everything she had taken for granted and loved so much, had been taken away from her with one spell.
"Oh Fred," she sobbed, turning her face away from his still body. "Why couldn't they take me too?"
Ron pulled her into his arms and gently stroked her hair like Fred once had. "Don't say that, Hermione. Fred…he would have wanted you to live on with your love for him in your heart. Never forgotten, but happy y'know?"
Hermione cried against Ron's chest as the world around her became darker and lonelier than it had ever been…
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A/N: Short, I know it was. That's how these head canons are going to be as long as I get inspiration. Please review. Thanks. ~ Scarlet
