According to GrangerEnchanted, the ending of the first chapter was too ambiguous so I've written another chapter to finish it all up.

Hermione ran. She ran harder than she had ever run before. Finally, she reached the door to the Burrow and threw it open. Inside, it was chaos. Molly was screaming and pointing at her grandfather clock. Everyone else, except George, was gathering around, trying to see what was wrong. Having disappeared with his death, Fred's clock hand had now reappeared and was pointing to "Home."

"But… that's impossible," whispered Arthur as he grabbed Molly's hand.

A loud boom sounded from outside and everyone spun to look out the window. A flash of red light shot down from the sky to land in the field surrounding the Burrow.

"What in the bloody hell was that?" yelled Ron.

George stood up and grabbed his coat. "Well," he clapped, "let's go get him."

"Who George?" asked Ginny, her forehead creased.

"Ask Hermione. Now, come one."

"Hermione…?" Ron mumbled.

George grabbed her hand and led Hermione out the door. "George… what did you do?"

He looked at her and winked. "Don't know. Woke up a few days ago in my workshop with a note that said I could bring Fred back if I gave you that chocolate. I figured I must have Obliviated myself."

"You did what? So you don't even know what you gave me? How could you be so irresponsible- I thought you had given me a Daydream Charm!"

The grasses reached Hermione's middle as they made their way towards the light. The others were still far behind. Finally, Hermione and George came upon a clearing with a crater in the center. She whipped her wand from her pocket and slowly crept closer. Glancing at George, she noticed that his eyes were bright with excitement. "What?" she whispered.

"It's him. I can feel it."

Hermione looked over the edge and saw that it was, indeed, Fred's body that was in the bottom. "Fred?" she whispered. When he didn't move she yelled his name and jumped into the crater. "Rennervate!"

No sooner had the word left her lips, Fred's eyelids began to flutter.

"You're joking Perce! You actually…" Fred repeated his final words before looking around, clearly confused. "Bloody hell! How did I get here?"

Tears fell from Hermione's eyes as she touched Fred to make sure he was real. It seemed so impossible. "You're real," she whispered.

"Yeah, I'm real. What's got your knickers in a twist then?"

Beside her, George was speechless before quickly conjuring some clothes for his twin.

Hermione, satisfied that Fred was actually alive, threw herself into his arms. "Oh Merlin…" someone whispered behind them. Hermione raised her head to see that the others had finally caught up.

Molly was visibly shaking with her arms open wide. "Freddie, is that you?"

"Mum, what are you crying for?"

"Fred," Hermione whispered, "you died…"

He looked at all of them, not quite understanding. "What are you talking about? And when did it get so bloody cold?"

"It's been seven months, Fred. You were dead and George… Well, he created something that allowed you to come back," Hermione explained.

All eyes turned to George. "Hey," he started, "don't look at me. I obliviated myself so I've got no clue what I did. Couldn't repeat it if I tried." He looked at his twin. "You've no idea how good it is to see your face again."

Fred nodded, trying to work through all the information he'd been given. "I- I need to talk to Hermione alone please."

Now, it seemed, all eyes were on her. Hermione nodded, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. She helped him to his feet while everyone started back towards the house. Now that she had him back, she was terrified of what he wanted to say to her. He couldn't possibly sense from their short reunion the feeling she felt for him.

He looked at her, his jaw set. "Now tell me exactly what happened."

"I- Well, George gave me a Christmas present… And, it was a chocolate bon-bon that allowed me a wish I think." She took a deep breath to prepare herself for what she needed to say. "I wished for you." She turned away from him and steadied herself for his reaction. Whatever it would be, she wasn't expecting it to be good.

Minutes later, she felt his hand on her shoulder. He turned her to face him. "You love me, don't you?"

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

What she wasn't expecting was his mouth on hers. Hermione froze. Fred took that moment to thread his hand through her hair to pull her closer. Slowly, Hermione allowed herself to fall into his kiss- to moan when he ran his tongue along her bottom lip.

Much too soon, he pulled away. "What George doesn't realize is that the bon-bon he made for you was something I'd been working on for a few months. I was trying to give a second chance to young couples in love in the event that one of them died during the war."

Hermione allowed what he said to sink in. "So… that's how you knew, then?" He nodded. "I swear, Fred, I was going to tell you after the battle. I had rehearsed it in my head for weeks, but…"

"But I died?"

Hermione nodded as another tear slipped its way down her cheek.

"I had something I was planning on telling you after the battle as well." Hermione looked at him, the question evident in her eyes. "You know, that bon-bon wouldn't have worked if your feelings weren't returned…"

"I- what?"

He chuckled. "That's what I was going to tell you. I knew you'd been on the run with Ron and Harry all year, but I couldn't get you out of my mind. I didn't want to live without you."

This time, it was Hermione that pressed her lips to his.