A/N: I'm not sure how cohesive this story will be and it might be quite confuaing to begin with but all good things in time I promise! Please R&R, and as always, enjoy. Over and out.
"What Granger, no good morning kiss?" He said cheekily, his voice hoarse and scratchy from disuse. Fred began to feel slightly uncomfortable as he realised both her and George were looking down at him in wonder. He wondered if this was an innapropriate time to be admiring how well Hermione had grown up since he'd last saw her, properly saw her. Hmm, interesting indeed. "Come to think of it, where's the rest of the welcoming party?"
Hermione stood up and pulled her hand from his. He already felt a little less alive.
"I'll go get a healer and floo your mother guys." She said, knowing George wouldn't want to leave his twins side anytime soon and feverishly hoping the Weasley family would get their act together. She threw George a weak smile to which he nodded, thanking her. Fred pouted.
"What if I don't want you to go Mi-o-ne?" Fred whined, batting his lashes at her. She rolled her eyes and continued toward the door.
"Looks like he'll be back to normal in no time." She muttered, the door swinging shut behind her.
"So," began Fred, looking at his bemused twin. "What did I miss?"
George began to fill Fred in on the losses they had suffered and the ultimate win that had ended the war.
Fred shuddered, unable to reconcile this new world with his memories.
"I thought I was..."
"We thought so too. She won't say, but whatever Hermione did to you, it brought you back from the edge. There you were begging to die and she just knelt down and told you to shove it, made it clear you weren't dying on her watch."
Fred could believe it. The curly haired witch was impossible once she set her mind on something.
He heard a knock on the door and the room was quickly filled with a sea of redheads. He strained his neck, trying to catch a glimpse of fuzzy brown hair. Of course, now the whole families here he thought sourly, knowing they had all but given up on him. Dark thoughts consumed him whirling around his head in a sickening dance. What did they care? He should have just stayed dead.
"Fred dear!" His mother gushed, rushing over to him and cupping his face in her hands. Her eyes looked as though they were about to overflow and he couldn't help but flinch at the contact, unable to disguise the hurt in his eyes at their abandonment of him. Mrs Weasley carried on regardless, chattering on about how happy she was to see him awake.
He closed his eyes, nodding his head every now and then as he tried to ignore the roiling emotions coursing through him. He was so angry at them all. He felt George's hand tighten around his own, sensing his distress.
"Er, Mum - " began George, wondering how to distract the overprotective woman from her sons miraculous recovery.
"Where's Hermione?" Fred interrupted brusquely, not caring how anyone else felt in that moment, just needing her next to him again. Her presence calmed him, stopped these irrational thoughts.
His mother faltered and the rest of his family (barring George) took a step back, surprised by the tone of his usually carefree voice. The witch in question stepped forward and took his hand, leaning over to smooth his hair and whisper in his ear.
"If you ever talk to your mother like that again I'll slap you." She said, quietly furious.
"They gave up on me!" He hissed back, unable to contain his pain at the thought. He felt her soften.
"They're here now Fred. Just give them a chance - they're hurting too you know." She smiled down at him and went to retreat, letting go of his hand. He grabbed for it wildly, the panic and hurt setting in the second he lost contact with her.
"Stay with him please, Mione." George asked quietly, feeling his twins distress. She sighed and sat down, taking his hand in hers again. The overwhelming blackness that had threatened to swallow him at the loss of her contact receeded and he sighed happily.
Unheeded by the three, the rest of the room looked on in confusion, Ron's face in particular turning an ugly shade of puce as he watched his brother interacting with the girl he'd always thought of as his. Ginny and Harry looked at each other in surprise, wondering at this new development. The rest of the Weasleys were simply uneasy.
Something isn't right here, thought George warily as he watched his brother. What in Godric's name was going on?
