This is my first Hermione/George fanfiction and my first published work! I have also uploaded this to AO3 in case you've seen it before haha. Please please please be kind! I really hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

A brief warning to this story, it contains explicit mature content in the way of Language, Sexual content, and Ron bashing. It won't hurt my feelings if you don't want to read it!

I don't own any of the characters or setting, they belong to JKR :)


The ground and walls crumbled around her as she shook with the sheer force of her spell. Hermione had leapt forward, as soon as the wall started falling, red hair crumbling to the ground beneath it. She had let out a scream, perhaps it had been a name, she couldn't recall anything but the ringing in her ears. Spells shot above her, aimed at other students, but she barely noticed. How had she managed to be here, the right place at the right time. After she had disarmed the Death Eaters who caused the wreckage, and jumped into the crumbling wall, her mind started racing, every spell she knew would help. Clearing the rubble, pulling the man from beneath the rocks. Tears slid down her face, but she stayed focused. Tears of both relief and panic, she didn't know which. She had been expecting a different freckled face under the rocks, and though relieved, the grief of still knowing the face of the broken man broke her heart.

"Fred… I- I'm going to fix you" she whispered, wordless spells leaving her wand. She quickly looked up and down the halls, desperate for any sort of help, but the battle was still going strong and they were alone.

His pink face was quickly turning ashy. Hermione sucked in a breath, wracking her brain. There had to be something she knew, something from all those years, head stuffed in books, all those years sneaking into the restricted section of the library. Tears tracked down her face, making lines in the dust.

She repeated healing spell, after healing spell, watching as nothing changed. She huffed in both anger and desperation, grabbing a fist full of curls. What could she do.

Footsteps echoed down the hall, and she sucked in another breath. She raised her arm, wand in hand, still covering Fred's limp body beneath her. But the blue eyes that came into view were not the eyes she had been expecting. George let out a cry of agony as he saw the life fading from his other half.

"Fred! Hermione, what's happening to him? What's going on?" He yelled, running over to her. She stuttered, turning back to the ashen face on the ground. Desperation clung to every fiber of her being.

"The- the wall, I tried to grab him, oh George I don't know-" Hermione's words cut off mid sentence and she was pushed away from Fred. George had dove down, taking his twin's head in his hands. His eyes were empty, a look she knew too well. It was the exact feeling she had felt as she had obliviated her parents. The words came to her as she watched George crumble to the ground. She knew what she needed to do. She knelt in front of George and Fred, pulling open Fred's shirt and placing her hands on his bare chest.

"Hermione what are you-" George was cut off as Hermione looked into his eyes, her own brown eyes swirling with determination and desperation.

"I think I can save him, I'm going to try alright" She whispered, grabbing her wand and replacing her one hand on his chest. The wand movement was one she had never done before, only read about. The nerves for doing a spell she hadn't practiced fought their way up her throat, but she pushed them back down, determined to save her friend. She flicked her wand and whispered the words she had only ever read before.

"Dare Potestatema"

The world froze around her, and purple light sprang from her chest, glowing bright and electric. It spun around her in waves, twisting around her arm and body, and then Fred's. George jumped back, stunned. Neither had seen this spell before. Hermione shook, the power being sucked from her body, transferring into Fred's lifeless form. She felt it before she knew, it wasn't enough. Using all the strength she could manage, she whispered out,

"I need your help" George looked helpless. He raised his wand, attempting to copy what she had done, but he didn't know the incantation. She whispered it out one last time before the world faded to black. Footsteps echoed in the distance, the sound of another body falling to the ground, and then nothing.

The air was electric around her, as Hermione's eyes opened. She blinked and quickly covered them, the bright white light too much. Dazed, she tried to get her surroundings.

"Where am I? '' she whispered, trying to sit up, only to be tugged back down. She suddenly felt the tight grip of another hand in hers. She glanced down in surprise, sucking in a breath as she noticed the tousled red hair of a familiar Weasley. His eyes were shut and he was in his own hospital bed. Yes definitely a hospital bed Hermione deduced.

"George" She whispered, relieved to see him. Then panic rose in her throat. Fred, where was Fred. Just as she started to rise from the bed, the hospital room door opened, and a nurse followed by more red hair flooded in.

"'Mione you're awake!" Ron's voice filled the room, followed by shushing. Ginny and Harry filed into the room behind the loud voice. Hermione felt her body slack, the relief filling her body instantly. She tried to pull from George's grip, but was unable. Magic flitted through her fingertips.

"What happened?" She asked, trying to remember what had happened in her last moments before losing consciousness. Using the unfamiliar spell, needing more power, begging George to help, footsteps, darkness.

Ginny rushed forward wrapping her arms around Hermione's frame, causing a sharp pain to burst from her shoulder. Hermione sucked in a breath and squeezed her eyes shut.

"Sorry! Sorry! I'm just so glad you're awake. We all are" Ginny whispered, tears rushing to her eyes. Harry stepped forward next to the two Weasleys.

"'Harry, how long have I been out? Where is Fred? George… is he okay?" She rushed out, the realization, from the looks on her friends faces, that this must be worse than she had thought. Harry's face faltered.

"Well uh, you gave us quite a scare 'Mione. You've been out for over a month, George has yet to have woken up-" Harry started, but was cut off.

"Blimey Hermione, you saved Fred. You and George I suppose. We found you in the rubble, beneath the wall, you were on top of Fred and George was holding your hand. It was a right scene to walk in to" Ron rushed out, as if he had been holding it in.

"We tried to separate you and George but we couldn't. So that's why you're still connected" He continued. Ginny wiped a tear from her eye.

"Fred is alive, whatever you two did, it saved him. The nurses here at St Mungo's couldn't believe it when you came in, they said Fred had been radiating magic, but it wasn't his own" She whispered, holding Hermione's free hand suddenly.

"What did you do Hermione?" Harry finally said after a moment. Hermione's brain felt as if it were about to burst. Fred was okay. She was okay. The spell had worked. She didn't know how, but it had. Magic surged through her fingers, reminding her of the person she was attached to. She turned to him, forgetting Harry's question. Why hadn't George woken up yet? She felt a tug on her free hand and turned to see the nurse from before.

"Dear, I know you have a lot to process, but we need to run some tests to see if there is any permanent damage" She said with a tight smile, trying to portray the importance in her request. Hermione nodded, determined to get on with it so she could figure out what was going on with George. She had just about laid back down before she shot up again, grabbing Harry's arm.

"Harry, the war? Voldemort? What happened?" She gasped. How could she have forgotten the months of work, and suffering that had gone into the war, just to not find out the ending. Harry grimaced.

"I'll tell you all about it after, okay?" He kissed her head and the three filed back out of the room, leaving Hermione alone with the nurse and George.

The nurse silently ran her test, casting spell after spell over Hermione's body. Hermione was relieved to have a second to take everything in. They had won, obviously, but at what cost? Who would be missing from the tables in the Great Hall, what eyes would she never get to look into again. She grimaced, trying to stay logical and determined, like she had learned to do throughout the years at Hogwarts. Not rush to any conclusions. Her head fell to the side, catching sight of the sleeping redhead. George looked almost peaceful, except for the single crease in his forehead, between his eyes. She wanted to smooth it away. Why hadn't he woken up yet. Hermione turned to face the nurse once again.

"When will he wake up?" She asked, in her best attempt at pleasantness. She didn't feel pleasant, she felt desperate, worried and tired. The nurse glanced at her though the screen above her, that showed Hermione's brain scan.

"We aren't quite sure dear, we identified the spell but it was as if it had been modified while in use. Something changed the outcome, something we have never seen before. It was a miracle you woke up after only a month" She said and Hermione's heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. Neither she nor George had used the spell before. She didn't even know if George had pronounced it correctly, she had blacked out before hearing him. She only knew the spell was meant to give power, she had thought she would give Fred her some of her magic, that it was the only way to save him, something went wrong and she knew it was her fault George was still in a coma.

The nurse ran tests for hours, healing and diagnosing problems, most were easy fixes. Fractures from the falling wall, cuts and bruises from the battle before. The worst was the concussion she had. After finishing the tests, the nurse demanded Hermione stay in bed, with no visitors for the next couple of days, to replenish the lost magic, heal the wounds, and hopefully determine if the spell had caused any long term effects. She left dreamless sleep potions and pepper up potions on her nightstand before hurrying out of the hospital room.

Hermione sat for a long time, only taking a pepper up potion, staring at the ceiling above. She had too much to worry over, too much to figure out, how could they expect her to sleep. She had just been asleep for over a month. Magical coma or not, that was more than enough rest. Her head hurt, and her eyes felt like they were bulging out of her head. She turned on the bed and looked at their entwined hands, then looked up at his freckled face. Guilt swam in her gut.

"Oh George… I'm so sorry… If I had known-" She whispered, cutting herself off, a sob working its way up her chest.

The days passed slowly, Hermione slowly began to eat, one handed, and memories returned to her about that night. They plagued her days, and turned into nightmares in the night. She did not sleep. She stared at her sleeping friend, at the ceiling, at the plates of food on the nightstand. Finally on the fifth day, the door opened again. Harry stepped into the room alone. He smiled and she returned it immediately, grateful to be able to think of something other than the night that terrorized her wake and sleep. He looked tired, beaten down. He was covered in scars from curses that even magic couldn't clear away. He looked like a war hero, but she doubted he felt like one.

"How are you feeling 'Mione?" He said in a quiet tone. She opened her mouth and shut it.
"Right sorry, obviously that was a stupid question. Have you been eating alright? You look thin" He grimaced and Hermione frowned at him.

"Harry I'm not in the mood for chit chat, please I am begging you, what happened while I was gone" She whispered, weaving a stressed hand through her tangled mane. Harry sighed. Slowly he began to fill her in. Over how he had sacrificed himself, how he was the last horcrux. He told her of how Neville, of all people, had killed the snake. Hermione had smiled at that, happy that Neville had grown into such a strong man. Harry continued, telling her how in the end, the Elder wand had not been Voldemort's, but his as he had disarmed Draco who had disarmed Dumbledore. As the long story drew to a close, they both knew the dreaded question Hermione was about to ask. Harry sighed and nodded grimly.

"We lost a lot of good people… Tonks, Lavender, Snape… and Percy" Hermione gasped at the mention of the Weasley name. Harry nodded sadly.

"We found him under the wall with you and the twins. We assume Fred had jumped under it to save him, before you had gotten there" He whispered, his voice trailing off. Hermione felt tears spring to her eyes. Percy had been a tough Weasley to get along with, he was bossy and demanding, and when the time had come he had been on the wrong side, but Hermione had known him and he was practically family. She grieved for the lives she couldn't save. Harry rested a hand on her shoulder as silent sobs wracked her body. Harry glanced at George and then back at her.

"How is George?" Hermione sighed and bit at her bottom lip.

"The nurse checks him every day, but I don't know Harry, he seems to be the same. Unchanged. I can't help but think I didn't do the right thing. We saved Fred- wait, how is Fred?" She asked desperately. Harry sighed again, something she noticed he did a lot. He looked tired.

"He is alive, and he was awake briefly. His magic is slowly regenerating itself, trying to connect to the magic you and George gave him. We don't know much about the spell you used, what did you use? We could really use the information now that you're feeling well" He stated, pulling out paper pens from the nightstand. Hermione closed her eyes, trying to focus on the information that was buried inside of her brain. Her eyes hurt and her head pounded. Nothing.

"Harry, I know the spell I used, but I don't know much about it. I had only read it once in a restricted textbook. It was a last minute resort. I am so embarrassed that I used a spell with such awful repercussions I wish I had just used my stupid head!" She huffed out, her anxiety making her heart swell.

"I don't even know if George did it correctly, the nurse said something was wrong, that one of us did something to change the spell. I don't know and he won't wake up and it's all my fault-" Her world was caving in. Bossy, know-it-all Hermione was gone, and in her place was the shell of a woman. The panic attack made her head spin, she couldn't get enough air. She grabbed at the blanket. She faintly heard Harry yelling for a nurse, people rushing into the room around her. Light flashed before her, the diagnostic that shows Hermione's vitals. Something was forced into her mouth, and then she felt a cold liquid down her throat. The room stopped spinning, her eyes got heavy. The room was fading quickly and Hermione fought to stay awake. The last thing she heard was the high pitched, distressed nurse's voice.

"Her magic is draining" The room went black.