Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all Harry Potter characters and stuff like that.

Summary: It's the summer right after Hermione graduated from hogwarts. the final battle has taken place and Ron and George are dead. Hermione and Fred bond after such big loses. How far do they really bond tho. heh this'll be fun!

sorry if my grammer sux! cuz i almost always drop my g's and i can't spell so w/e

It was the burrial for all those people who died durin the final battle.She still couldn't believe it, they were dead. Both of them. Ronald and George Weasley were dead. She felt like her insides were being ripped into little pieces and scattered all around her. Her best friend and one of the funniest people that she had ever known were dead.

He was in shock. His other half was gone. It felt so wierd, that no one was there for him anymore to help catch him when he fell or help catch when falling. Sure he was goin to miss his baby brother, but the loss of his twin was almost to much to bear. Quietly he walked over to where Hermione was standing. He knew somehow that she knew what he was going through, that he wanted to be with her.

She had been fealing like this for awhile. It was wierd becasuse she had always thought she would fall for Ron, but it wasn't him. When she heard that one of the twins died, her heart filled with regret, anguish, sorrow, pain, and lonlyness. She had hoped against hoped that it wasn't Fred, but she was so scared too. Over the past year she, Fred, and George, had become really good friends. They were almost always hanging around the twins shop when she wasn't out helping Harry and Ron find the remaining horcruxes.

"Hey Mione" Fred said quietly. Right then Mrs. Weasley was speaking about George and Ron.

"Hey yourself Fred" she wisered with tears in her eyes.

"Hey, it's going to be ok, eventually. We all lost someone special, I just have one question. Did you really love Ron?" Fred said quietly, as to not distract the ceremony going around him.

"No. He was my best friend that I could ever have, but I didn't love him as more than that. Why do you wanna know?"

"Because I was curious. On another matter, where are you staying now 'a days?"

"I've been staying at the Leaky Cauldron, but my money's running really low so I was going to ask your mum if I could stay with them." Hermione replied almost all out crying now.

For about 2 years, every time she came home from the holidays, he father was drunk, and was always trying to beat her and her mother. Her mother passed from cancer2months into her 7th year at Hogwarts, and her father kicked her out of the house. She had been living with the Weasleys for the past year but then started staying at the Leaky Cauldron, and then she lost her job, and the war ended, Ron and George and numerious other people were dead.

"Stay with me, I'm sure you don't want to go back to the main house, after all thats where all his stuff still is." Fred said, wiping tears out of her eyes. Suddnley she started to rub her cheak into his hand. It felt so right, for both of them, for him to be wipig away all her fears, and to be comforting her thru her hard times.

"Are you sure? I wont be a problem? I mea-"

"Yes it's okay. You can have the extra bedroom, once I get it all cleared out, and you can even work at the shop until you get another job if you want to too." Fred said quickly, thinking of more ways to be able to spend time with her.

He had realized that her loved Hermione Jane Granger, when he was in his 7th year. Sure she was bossy, but downright sexy. The way her jeans hugged her bum just right, not to tight like some preppy little slut, but not to baggy like a tomboy. The way she flipped her hair aggresivly out of her face if she was mad, and it made her look like her whole face lit up like an angel. The way she yelled at everyone to do their homework, or get to class, or just anything.

"Thank you so much Fred. Look the ceremony's over, let me go get my stuff and I'll be at your place in half-hour, how's that sound?" Then she hugged Fred and kissed him on the cheek and went off to talk to Mrs. Weasley.

He couldn't believe it. She- Hermione Jane Granger- had kissed him. He couldn't wait for her to move in with him. It would be close to torture, but closer to heaven. Only 30 more minuets. He needed to go home and clean George's old room. This would be hard.

OK so this is my first Fred/Hermione and i hope its gets better. I'll try to work on my grammer to cuz i kno it sux. well review plz, i dont really care if you say its bad, just tell me how to improve plz!