~ Echoes of Silence ~
Summary: Hermione is abused at home... Fred's in love with her, but hasn't acted on it because he thinks his brother Ron is also in love with her. An Hr/ FW story
Hermione's room
The full moonlight spills into the room throw the open window. Slowly getting up, Hermione approaches the window. Standing next to it she peers out into the night. It's such a beautiful night. Glancing down to her watch, she notices that it's just past midnight. Arranging the pillows, she sits down on the small coach next to the window giving her an exceptional view.
Absently minded, Hermione rubs her hand over her stomach, wistful wishing that Fred would show up. I can almost feel his arms around me. Pulling out her wand, she conjures up a steaming cup of hot chocolate. He'll be here soon. A soft smile spreads across her face. Taking a sip of her hot chocolate, Hermione snickers as a photo album catches her eye.
"Accio photo album," whispers Hermione flicking her wand. The book floats directly towards her. Plucking the book out of the air, Hermione flips the pages until she finds the photo she's looking for. Ah, there you are. Running a loving hand over it, she sighs.
There stood George and Fred looking dashing in their best dress robes, flipping between waving at her and making fun at each other. Some things never change. Turning the page a snicker escapes from her mouth.
In this photo stood out one girl. Angelina Johnson. Thank Merlin for Colin Creevey. In the picture Angelina is rather miffed, seeing that Fred and George had just finished pulling their prank on her. She had a hooked nose that made Professor Snape's nose look normal, long extremely greasy hair. Which according to George should last for about three mouths after graduation. Angelina's skin was hot pink with bright yellow spots.
Giggling, Hermione feels two strong arms wrap themselves around her. Smelling Fred's familiar scent, Hermione leans back against him. "What held you up?"
"George," whispers Fred. "He came up with a new flavor for our tongue-twisters."
"Hmm, sounds interesting. What flavor?" asks Hermione as Fred kisses her cheek.
"Strawberry-chocolate," answers Fred. "With a dash of spinach."
"Gross," moans Hermione. "Are your brothers come over tomorrow to finish the room?"
"Yes, wife," laughs Fred. "The baby's room will be finished tomorrow if mum has any say in the matter." Glancing down, Fred comments, "Re-living my past glories?"
"Something like that," mutters Hermione as she yawns.
"Time for bed, Mrs. Weasley," states Fred helping her up off the coach.
"Only if you join me, Mr. Weasley," says Hermione. Wiggling his eyebrows, Fred swipes Hermione off her feet carrying Hermione to bed. Placing her hands on Fred's back Hermione kisses Fred's lip.
Five months later baby Serenity Hope Weasley was born. She had her father's red hair but her mother's eyes.
~ The End ~
