"Here in the world of imagination, hopes and dreams, in this timeless land if enchantment, the age of chivalry, magic and make-believe are reborn - and fairytales come true" - Walt Disney


Hermione had found herself back within the Room of Requirement. The room was silent, the harp still, it's strings no longer playing the haunting music that had led her to here in the first place. The Mirror of Erised still stood prominently, shining in the dull, ash covered room they were in. Hermione raised her hand touching the glass, it was solid. No longer did her hand go through into another world, a place outside of time and space, instead it settled on the cold pane, as Hermione gazed into it, watching as the mirror swirled, forming into her heart's desire.

It wasn't a spell or an image of her dead lover that appeared this time, instead it was like a video, Hermione watched in awe as the inhabitants of the Great Hall awoke, watched as Fred struggled to escape the hold of first his twin and then his mother. A smile lit up her face, her tears slicing through the grime on her cheeks as she let out a happy laugh. She didn't want to wait, to run through the halls, the wards were down, Voldemort had seen to that. Hermione looked at the image a final time, pulled out her wand and apparated to the doorway of the Great Hall.

"Hermione," Harry called to her, her friend stepping in her direction, Hermione ignored him, her eyes focused on Fred who was shoving his mother away, his eyes firmly affixed on her.

"FRED," she screamed, she may have seen him only moments before, as they stood among the gods, but this was different, they were home, back in the safety of Hogwarts, both of them alive, Fred was alive. She stumbled towards him, her limbs aching as she crossed the Hall. Fred likewise was making his way to her, a grin upon his face, as they met in the middle of the Great Hall.

You, brilliant, brilliant, witch," he breathed, and then he was kissing her, one hand tangled in her wild hair, the other, grabbing her hip to pull her close to him. It was hard and fast, teeth crashing, tongues moulding as they clung to each other, tasted each other, melding together, desperate, needy.

"Hem-hem," a cough sounded beside them, so reminiscent of Umbridge's terrible fake cough, Hermione flinched, pulling away from her fiancé, chest heaving to glare at Ginny who had made the dreadful sound.

"Not that we don't love the two of you practically shagging in the middle of a hall full of people, many of them under the age of seventeen," Ginny spoke, a Cheshire cat grin on her face.

"But do you mind telling us how this is possible, everyone coming back to life," Harry continued, his arms wrapped around his girlfriend.

"On this hallowed night, two lovers faced trials for a boon from the gods, the boon they won was the awakening off all those who fought against the darkness in this final battle. Many of you have had a second chance at life this evening, use these chances wisely," Professor Trelawney spoke in a deep voice, so unlike her own, her eyes blank, she stood so still, all eyes staring at her, then she shook her head, her eyes returning to blue, "what did I miss," she asked, in her normal airy voice.

There's your answer, we fought in trials, and won a miracle," Hermione answered her friend.

"What kind of trials," Ron asked them, Fred and Hermione shared a look and smiled.

"Fairy Tales," they replied together.

"You have to tell us more than that," Ginny said crossly.

"We will in time, but not right now, I'm exhausted," Hermione confessed. Unlike Fred and the others that had come back from the dead, healthy and uninjured, Hermione, still had all the wounds she had sustained, still felt the heaviness of days without proper sleep in her heavy limbs.

"Let's go to bed," Fred spoke, wrapping his arms around her, ignoring the protests of their friends and many others within the hall who wanted to know what had really happened, Fred apparated them away.

"Thank you," she whispered tiredly, her head resting against his chest.

"Let's get these clothes off you," he said, helping her out of her grime covered clothes, Hermione let him, too tired to do little else but raise her arms or legs when instructed. He helped her into a long t-shirt and Fred sat her on a bed, one she recognised as been his old bed in Gryffindor Tower, it still had a heart with their initials carved into it on the bedpost.

"I thought I'd lost you," she said quietly, Fred was knelt before her, using his wand to wash away the dirt and blood that stuck to her skin, healing her the best he could as he went along.

"I know," he breathed, leaning forward to kiss her lips gently.

"I didn't think I'd get you back, then I found that spell and even then, I didn't think," she broke off sobbing, and then she was cocooned in his arms as he lifted her settling her in the centre of the bed as he laid in front of her, her head resting upon his chest.

It's over now Mi, I'm alive, and that's just a bad memory," he reassured her, kissing away her tears.

"I don't ever want to go through that again," she said.

"I promise to outlive you, so you don't have too," he told her seriously, Hermione chuckled.

You're not allowed to die until we are well into our hundreds," she told him leaning forward to kiss his lips, rolling herself so she was settled a top of him.

"I thought you were tired," he gasped as she began kissing her way down his neck.

I am, but it's been too long and I'm full of adrenaline," she breathed, using wandless magic to strip him of his clothes. There was no romance in this act, no sensuality, or teasing, no preparation, they could make love later, but for now she needed this. Hermione needed him inside her, needed to be with him completely, needed him to fuck her hard, to reassure herself they had both made it, they were both alive. She reached down and pumped his cock three times, Fred hardening with each stroke of her fist. Then she was sinking down on him, letting him bottom out within her.

"God your beautiful," he said, pulling the t-shirt she still wore off of her as she began to bounce, her tits jiggling.

"Are you going to help me," she asked, Fred had been laid back, watching her put in the effort to fuck herself, a lazy smile on his face, his eyes dark with desire.

"With pleasure," he said, flipping them so he was atop of her, Hermione groaned as he began to thrust, setting a gruelling pace that she met, grinding herself against him, flesh slapping flesh.

"Is this what you need Mi," he asked, grabbing her right breast which he squeezed, rolling her nipple between his fingers.

"Harder, fuck me harder," she moaned, her back arching, seeking the friction of his member against her g-spot.

"So beautiful, begging for my cock," he told her, claiming her lips in a passionate kiss, as he reached down, his finger circling her clitoris. Hermione let out a scream, her cunt clenching hard around him, Fred groaned into her mouth, releasing himself within her.

"I love you," she cried, her arms wrapping around him tightly, pulling him down to rest atop of her, his cock still within her.

"I love you too," he said, kissing her tenderly, sweetly, his arms wrapping around her, holding her tight as she released all of the emotions she was feeling. Safe in Fred's arms, Hermione fell into a deep sleep, the best sleep she'd had in months.