Fred liked this place. It's where he came to think. He would sit at the top of the slide and watch over the rest of the empty playground.
Nobody bothered him, it was the middle of the night, and they were all asleep.
"What are you doing up here?"
Fred jumped; Hermione had climbed up the ladder and was standing behind him.
"Nothing."
Hermione frowned at him for a minute. "Can I ask you something?"
"I guess."
"Would you miss me if I…didn't come back?"
Fred was surprised, he knew she was leaving, and he would miss her even then. "Yes. Why?"
"I'm scared." A tear ran down her face.
Fred turned around and straddled her legs as she stood on the ladder.
He wiped the tear from her cheek. "Me too."
"Fred?"
"Yeah?"
"I really like you, I have for a long time, and I just wanted you to know before I go."
Fred's heart was beating faster. "Would it be totally cliché if I said I've liked you for a long time too?"
It was true, he had.
"Only if you kiss me along with it."
"Than cliché it is."