Dangrous Love

Starting from here, Lets make a promise

A/N I changed the titles of the chapers to be the lyrics of Not Gonna Get us By T.A.T.u the song belongs to them

Million miles away from the crying Molly Weasley, Hermione Weasley layed sprawled out on a light grey love seat. She didn't look like her photo that was plastered every where. She was dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a red tank top. Her hair was slightly messy and she wasn't wearing any make up. Her feet hung over the arm of the love seat. In true old Hermione fashion her nose was deep into a book. This one was about Bonnie and Clyde the famous muggle gang who robbed banks and killed people in the 1930's. She had heard of the two before but had never really found out much about them. When a recent article compared Hermione and Fred to Bonnie and Clyde she decited to read up.

A few minutes later Fred came out of the bathroom running his hands through his wet hair. He lifted up Hermione's feet and sat next to her on the love seat. The two had shaked up in a small flat in London. The appartment had been reposesd by Gringotts months ago but the two tresspassed into the apparment anyway. Fred cocked his head side ways to look at the book Hermione was reading. "what are you reading Mione?" He asked when he couldn't read the title

Hermione showed Fred the cover of her book and said. "The compleate history of Bonnie and Clyde. Thought it might be intersting since we have been compared to them."

"Oh I get it," Fred replied. "Your looking for ideas,"

Hermione laughed and kissed her husband. She then dropped the book on the floor. She wrapped her arms around Fred's neck and gave him a long kiss. When they finally broke the kiss Fred gave Hermione a small smile.

"We should leave soon," He said. "I personally don't want to be ambushed again and we have been here for several days."

Hermione gave a small sad smile and nodded her head. Fred started packing up the few things they had. Hermione grabbed her book and put it in her small bag. She then put on her Doc Martian boots and slipped her wand into her boot. She then picked up her gun and put it in the pocket of her jeans. Hermione looked around the small flat. Part of her felt sad.

Her and Fred were the only ones who were left. The Weasley gang started off as four Wealey's and two Potters and it ended with only Hermione and Fred. She wondered how long it was going to take before there was none of them left. Soon they will all be dead or in prision.

When she told this to Fred who was in the other room making sure they had everything, he poked his head out of the bathroom and said, "Mark my words Mione, I will never let thoes Aurors take me to Azkaban. IF there is any chance that I will be captured and theres no way out I will kill myself."

"Funny," Hermione replied. "Clyde Barrow said something similar."

Fred walked back into the room with a bag over is sholder and his gun holster already strapped to his chest. He put the pag down and wrapped his arms around Hermione. "Hey I think reading that book is getting you down. I promise you we will not go out like Bonnie and Clyde. We are smarter then some stupid muggle's in the 1930's and plus we have magic so that is an advantage that they didn't have so you don't have to worry Mione. There not gonna get us."

"Promise?" Hermione asked looking into Fred's eyes.

"I promise," He replied kissing her softly. When they broke the kiss Fred grabbed the bag and said, "Lets get out of here before the Auror's show up."

Mione and FredMione and Fred

Back at the Burrow Molly had regained her composure and returned home. The house was quiet. Not much went on anymore. Her husband had died of heart failure shortly after Fred and Hermione started off on there villionus quest. Molly would forever belive that Aruther Weasley died of a broken heart. Although he would never admit it Molly knew that Fred was his favorite son. From the time he was a young boy Fred spent hours with his father in the work shop. Aruther was always quick to defend Fred and the whole family knew that the father and son were the closest of all.

"Mum are you okay?" Molly heard a voice behind her say. She wipped some tears out of her eyes and turned to see what son had spoken. She saw none other then Fred's twin standing in the door way of the kitchen.

Molly gave a small sad smile and said, "yes dear I am fine. I was just thinking about your brother."

George walked closer to his mother. "What were you thinking about him? Did they rob another bank or kill someone else?"

"No, no," Molly replied. "I simply saw the wanted poster today. I can't belive how… cruel Fred's eyes have become. If I had only let them marry. If I had only listened to Aruthr then we wouldn't be in this mess." Molly was crying again.

George wrapped his arms around his mother. "Its not your fault. The depression is getting everyone down. I can't tell you how hard it is at work and how bad its gotten. People are getting hurt just so they can have a place to stay." George had given up the joke shop long ago when his brother left home and started his life in crime. George then went back to school and became a healer. He was know as the best healer in all of London and he always took good care of his patients.

George was the only one in the house with a steady job with no worry of losing it. He brought in all the money for the house and it kept them all alive. With the depression Bill and Charlie moved back home. Percy had moved back in the beginning but he later died of the same thing that killed his father. Now there was only 4 of the 9 left and the Burrow for the first time felt… empty. Four hands on the Wealey clock pointed forever to "gone" and Fred's pointed to "in trouble."

It was a second before both George and Molly noticed they were both staring at the clock. They looked at each other and exchanged a sad smile before Molly started on dinner.