Well, well, well. No more tears I wanted to do. But dealing with Fred's death is always make me upset. This chapter will be more little bit sad then before, it'll tell about when Hermione try to find a way how to survive her life without him. How to forget Fred Weasley—the man she always will be loved. But the memories never let her to got away. Just read and reviews, thank you :D

N.B : Once again, sorry if I can't write in English very well ._.

Disclaimer : I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling did.

Chapters 2 – When The Memories Never Got Away

"Used to steal your parents' liquor and climb to the roof

Talk about our future like we had a clue

Never plan a one day I'd be losing you

In another life, I want be your girl

We keep all our promises, be us against the world

In another life, I would make you stay

So I don't have to say you were the one that got away..."

(The One That Got Away – Katy Perry)

"I'm serious, Fred. That—bloody—teacher never taught us about spells. We must defense ourself. Because you know, far far away in there, Voldemort always waiting the time to attacked us."

"Oh, c'mon, Hermione, get a life. Who cares about He-Must-Not-Have-Nosed? He's too busy to dream, to think how to repairing his ugly face."

"I'm not joking, Fred Weasley!" Hermione looks amused, but let out a small laugh. "You want to join this, don't you? We can learn together about all the defensive spells, you can improve your duel skills, and get a good scores at the Exams!"

"Duel skills?" He frowned. "Ah—the last time I had a duel with George, he had so many spikes on the back of his head! He never more better than me, actually, because I'm still the smarter and handsomer twin." Fred grinned mischievously.

"Change the topic," said Hermione with sarcasm—altough her face showing her wide grin. "We will meet in Hog's Head at 11.00 a.m this afternoon. Remember—don't be late. I don't want to tell you again about our project just because you're too lazy to come."

"Alright, alright Ma'am," Fred nodded his head, his smiles looked cute and witty. "I'll be there. But I want to buy some stuff on the Zonko's first—who knows if it will necessary."

"Clear," said Hermione, sighed. "Good bye, Fred. See you afternoon."

Fred winked, with a wide sweet smile on his face. "Good bye too, Hermione. I love you." and then, he give a warm quick kiss at her cheek.

Hermione smiled as Fred walked towards upstairs, leave her alone in the Common Room.

"I love you too, Frederick Gideon Weasley." she whispered.

The sun rising brightly. Hermione woke up with her sleepy face. She moaned softly, and then sit up on the edge of her bed.

She stared at the room for a moment, before she realized this is her room in The Burrow.

Her own room, because she really didn't want to sleep with Fred before they are get married.

Even tough they've been engaged.

Ah, Fred.

Don't cry again, don't cry again, she muttered to herself.

That sweetful dream she had last night, makes her realized one thing.

It just a day after the funeral, you know.

A day.

And you'll be not see him for forever.

How could I survive?

I can't...

Fred, where are you now? Are you happy?

Are you still loving me the way I loved you?

Please, help me to survive.

Help me to forget you, help me to face the truth, help me to make me stronger so I can learn how to live without you.

You're my source of happiness, as I am yours.

Why it should've been you? Why it isn't Percy—or the others?

Sure, I don't want any Weasley get killed at the battle, but if I should to choose between you and Percy, with my pleasure I would prefer to you.

I would prefer you more than everyone else. I would to risk my life for you, fight for you, or I would to doing anything to save your life.

But actually, I can't.

This is your fault, Hermione, this is your fault.

You're not beside him when he was injured, you're not protect him when the wall fell on him.

Hermione feels her heart crying. She wiped the tears away from her cheeks.

C'mon, Hermione, get a life.

Fred wouldn't want to see you like this.

It's time to face the music, to learn how to live without him.

Hermione sighed.

She get up, go to the bathroom to changes her clothes. And then she walked down to the kitchen room.

"Morning, Hermione dear!" Mrs. Weasley greeted her carefully and give a big hug. "Want some breakfast, don't you?"

Hermione didn't answer, she just smiled. When she sit at the chair in the kitchen room, George come in and looked at his mother—and then at Hermione.

"Are you alright?" he whispered carefully. His face looked care and sympathy.

Hermione nodded her head. "Yeah," she answered with straight face. "Just a little bit tired."

"You must need some rest," George said as he sit beside Hermione. "You don't slept last night, do you?"

"I didn't," said Hermione when she drinked her chocolate coffee. "I slept last night, but you know what—the dream, when all of his memories leave in my mind...,"

George put his glass, his beautiful brown eyes met with Hermione's. "I knew," he whispered. "My mind still had a wish this isn't real."

"Don't start again, George."

George looked at her eyes. "You've been cried over the night."

Hermione nodded. "I did it not because he's gone. I cried just because I'm too strong to forget him."

George took a toast with his fork. "All I wanted to do now is—back to the night at the battle. Turning the time, saved him, defeated the one who killed him. As simple as that."

"George?"

"Yeah?"

"Who's killed him?"

George sighed. "Revenge isn't good, Hermione."

Hermione snorted. "I know, I know—but who's killed him? I just wanted to make sure that he or she's not the one from that bloody Death Eaters."

"Obviously he is, Hermione."

Her wide eyes rolled. "Who?"

"You know a Death Eater who attacked you at The Department of Mystery a few years ago?"

Hermione feels her blood boil.

"Rookwood?"

"Yes, he was."

"Who's defeated him?"

"No one." George snorted. "But I think he might be in the Azkaban now. After Harry defeated Voldemort, the Ministry sent them—all Death Eaters—to there."

"He must to be killed. Dead, must be pay with dead too."

"I told you it's not good to spent revenge, Hermione."

"George," Hermione feels her breath panting, the emotionally reached her on the top of her head, "You—are—his—twin. How could you do this? How could you forget him so quickly? He is your source of happiness too, didn't he? He doesn't deserve this, George, he really doesn't! If we—"

"—were saved him first, he must not died." George finished her sentence.

"If I know," Hermione sighed. "If I know when that night—when I had a bad feeling about him... but I'm late!" she can feel tears streaking down her eyes again.

"Ssssh," George hugged her warmly-his arms wrapped around her. "Forget about it. The past is still be the past, and never come back. Mum is come here-wipe your tears before she sees you," he whispered, give her a tissue.

"I just want to talk to you after the breakfast, okay. It's important."

Hermione nodded straightly, wiped her tears as Mrs. Weasley come here to join the breakfast with them.

"I hope you're feeling better, now, Hermione dear," she smiled.

Never will.

Mrs. Weasley breathed heavily, she looked sympathy at Hermione's eyes. "I love him too, Hermione, and it's not you—you're not the only one who lose him. He'll be alright, he'll be fine, you will meet him someday. Just try to live without him, not to forget him. Trust me."

"Yeah," Hermione smiled faintly as she cleared her throat, "Thank you, Mrs. Weasley. If Fred will be happy in there, I'll be happy too. As simple as that."

Not really bad chapter, huh? I hope that. Don't forget to review—anyway thanks for continue to reading :D