Bring Me to Life

Bring Me to Life

Hermione is sitting at her parents thinking back on the times she was happiest. When she closed her eyes to bring the memories back, Fred's face kept appearing from the darkness. She reminisced about all of the times they shared in secret.

How can you see into my eyes like open doors
leading you down into my core
where I've become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there and lead it back home

Flashback
Hermione sat on the couch in the burrow, head leaning back she let out a great sigh and closed her eyes. She felt a presence and could tell just by the smell of his skin Fred was there, but she didn't open her eyes. She felt a very soft brush of lips against her own. She slowly opened her eyes to see her red-haired love kneeling down before her on the floor.

"Hey love what's wrong?" Fred asked with concern evident in his voice.

"Nothing Fred, I'm fine." Hermione was a terrible liar, and had a habit of scrunching her nose when she lied, especially to Fred.

Fred looked deep in her eyes, and took her hands in his.

"Mione, you know that is a lie. Tell me what is wrong." Fred sat on the couch beside her and allowed her to lean back against the pale blue shirt covering his chest.

"I just can't stand this anymore. I want to tell everyone how we feel. I love you Fred and I want to shout it to the world. Why can't we say anything?" Since becoming a couple, Hermione wanted to tell everyone how she felt. She wanted to be able to share the happiness with all of her friends.

"It's because of a certain brother of mine who has loved you for years. It would break his heart. I can't do that to him." This made Hermione cringe. She had always loved Ron, but as a brother. She had thought at one time that her love was a bit more romantic, but it wasn't.

"Alright, but we can't hide it forever. I love you too much to hold it in all the time." Hermione sat up and turned to look him in the face. She would hold out a little longer, but only because of how much she loved Fred. She knew how much his family meant and he would never want to do anything to hurt them.

Fred was just leaning in to kiss her when they heard footsteps on the stairs. Fred jumped back afraid that it was Ron.

"Don't worry you two it's just me," came a voice before they even seen a person.

"Blimey, George, you scared me. I thought you were Ron." George walked into the room, wearing a plain blue t-shirt and jeans. Working at the shop, he liked to be comfortable, so he didn't bother to dress to impress.

"I know. That's why I did it. I love seeing that red in your face." Fred went to stand to go after his brother, but Hermione pulled on his arm forcing him to fall back on the couch next to her. She giggled at the "Umph!" sound that escaped his lips when he plopped.

"You, my brother, are a prat." Fred looked up at Fred, but wrapped his arms back around Hermione's tiny waist and held her close to him.

"You, dear brother are exactly like me so what does that say about you?" George grinned widely knowing how Fred hated to be proven wrong in front of Hermione. He always felt he had to be perfect around her, though it was his imperfections that Hermione loved most about him.

Hermione just laughed as George walked out the door, on his way to open the shop no doubt. Then it dawned on Hermione. Fred would normally already be gone too.

"Fred, not that I mind getting to spend more time with you, but why aren't you on your way to the shop?" She cozied down into his chest, hugging onto the arms wrapped around her. He sat at an angle on the couch with her sitting between his legs, leaning back on his muscular chest. She loved lying like this and often found herself falling asleep like this.

"I took the morning off to be with you, I thought we could sneak off to the lake and have a morning just the two of us." Hermione sat up at this and turned to him with a huge grin on her face. She loved when he did this kind of sweet thing for her. It always made her day. It proved to her that he actually took to time to think about her and that he actually cared.

"Oh Fred it sounds absolutely wonderful. I will go get ready." Hermione bolted up the stairs to throw on a little make up and put her hair up into a messy bun on her head. She threw on some sandals and ran back downstairs in her jean shorts and pink tank top.

End Flashback

Hermione opened her eyes just as the snogging session at the lake filled her thoughts: the food that never got touched, the blanket that they had become tangled up in and his blue shirt that they never did find. Tears flowed down her cheeks, when she realized what she was about to do. She stood up from her bed, threw on a black sweater and blue jeans and apparated to Diagon alley.

(Wake me up)Wake me up inside (I can't wake up)
Wake me up inside (Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark (Wake me up)
bid my blood to run (I can't wake up)
before I come undone (Save me)
save me from the nothing I've become

Fred was sitting in the flat above the shop working on a new invention. It was gum that would allow the purchaser to glow in the dark for 30 minutes after starting to chew it. It would be a hit with the club goers. Fred looked up when he heard a loud crack coming from the living room. He ran in, wand ready, not knowing who it could be.

"Damn it Mione, you scared me." Hermione ran to him and jumped in his arms. She smelled his musky scent that always made her head feel as though it were in the clouds. He just stood there, unable to move and unsure what to do.

"Fred I love you, I have always loved you. I can't live without you anymore. I left Ron to be with you. Please Fred, tell me you love me and hold me forever." Hermione unwrapped her arms from around Fred and put her hands up on his cheeks. They were a bit scruffy, and she realized he looked pretty rough, like he hadn't been sleeping well. Fred took Hermione's hands in his and let them drop by her side. He looked her straight in the eyes.

"Hermione, I'm engaged."

"I know Fred, but I realized the night I called you that I was dead inside with him. I need you." Hermione had sobs escaping from her throat and rivers of tears flowing freely down her cheek. He hated to see her like this. He knew the love they shared and what it did to her to lose him.

now that I know what I'm without
you can't just leave me
breathe into me and make me real
bring me to life

"Hermione-" He started to speak, only to be interrupted.

"Fred please just let me talk. Don't interrupt. Just listen. When I am with Ron I am dead inside. I can't breathe, I can't eat, I can't sleep, and I can't live." Hermione walked over to the couch and sat down, motioning for him to follow. He looked at her, waiting for her to continue.

(Wake me up)Wake me up inside(I can't wake up)
Wake me up inside(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run (I can't wake up)
before I come undone (Save me)
save me from the nothing I've become

"I married him only a year after we ended things. I didn't love him, but I thought I could. I thought I did because when I felt broken inside he let me cry on his shoulder. He held me tight and always treated me like he cared about me. But it was all fake. I did love him, but I was never in love with him. I have always been in love with you. I love you so much." Hermione stood up from the brown couch and paced the room before she continued, like she was trying to find the right words to say.

Bring me to life
(I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside)
Bring me to life

Then she just stood there looking at Fred from across the room. She was dying to have him touch her, just hold her once again. Be the way they were before he ended it.

She then took the time to look around the room that had become so familiar to her during their time together. The pictures were still all over the walls, the furniture was exactly the same and in the same positions. She had always felt so comfortable here among the oak furniture and the cream carpet. It felt so inviting, like home.

Frozen inside without your touch without your love darling only you are the life among the dead

Then she shook her head, realizing Fred had stood up and walked over to where she was standing. He was waiting for her to finish. She had to explain to him what it was like. What living with Ron did to her? She started again.

"Ron made me forget what it was like to truly be loved. He made me think that the way he treated me was the best I could get. I forgot what it felt like to be held lovingly, to be kissed like my lips would save your life." She looked at Fred now, staring at the lips that for so long and so many times touch hers. She could almost feel the sparks and warmth that always filled her mind and body when they kissed.

"Fred, I felt so alone, my world was dark, so dark. For two years I was married to him and lived in my own personal hell." She suddenly wrapped her arm around Fred again, and laid her head on the muscular chest. His green shirt was becoming wet with her tears and Fred almost gave in to the need to hold her in his arms. But he couldn't. He knew if he did it would be over for him. He wouldn't be able to ever let go of her.

"Please just hold me. Remind me what it feels like to have someone love me. Remind me what it feels like to be alive." She cried into his chest. She couldn't bear holding him anymore without him holding her back. She backed away from him and looked him in the eyes.

all this time I can't believe I couldn't see
kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
got to open my eyes to everything

He wasn't understanding. She couldn't make him realize what his leaving her had done and that just holding her for a few seconds could heal all the damage, all the pain that had been living inside of her for so long.
"Fred, he never let me do anything. He kept me trapped in that house. He wouldn't listen to me. He acted as though I weren't good enough. He killed everything inside of me you once loved and let flourish. Fred, please love me, hold me and let me live." She cried to him and gently fell to her knees on the floor.

Fred hated seeing her this way, and hated himself for being the one to make her feel this way. He helped her stand and led her back over to the couch and sat next to her. He handed her a handkerchief to wipe her eyes. She took it slowly, realizing the color matched his eyes perfectly.

She looked up at him, wanting him to say something now. She had poured her heart out and couldn't find anymore words to say. He took notice of her look and started speaking.

without a thought without a voice without a soul
don't let me die here
there must be something more
bring me to life

"Hermione, I…"

(Wake me up) Wake me up inside (I can't wake up)
Wake me up inside (Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark (Wake me up)
bid my blood to run (I can't wake up)
before I come undone (Save me)
save me from the nothing I've become