Fred Weasley was lying in bed one late night, staring up at the ceiling, unable to sleep. He could hear his identical twin, George, snoring beside him, but he blocked it out as he thought of one individual. One who had disappeared during his brother's wedding. Hermione Granger had left with her two best friends to hopefully destroy Voldemort. And now Fred was left with only memories. They had a bond, he and the brunette know-it-all. He could feel her, even when she wasn't around him. And right now he was in excruciating pain. It had woken him from a deep slumber and brought tears to his eyes. He had placed a silencing charm around himself so that his crying and screams of pain would not wake the other residents of the house. Then, the pain subsided and all it was was an aching throb, and sleep overcame him once again.
Fred looked dead in front of him at Neville as he led them through a passageway. When they came out the other side, they were in a large room, with Hogwarts students all around, talking rapidly. He looked down from the balcony as the Order filled in around him, and he saw her. His angel. "Hermione…" he said breathlessly. The room was loud with idle chatter, but she had sensed him. She had felt him. She turned and her chocolate brown eyes met his and a bright smile appeared on her face. But before they could be reunited, Harry decided it was time to go. Time to end this war.
Hermione stood in the entry way of the Great Hall, all around people were dead, dying, or crying. She had felt an unbearable pain in her chest, and knew to come here. She saw the group of redheads she was looking for, and they were crying. She felt like her heart was being squeezed by Grawpy. She ran forward and saw Fred lying on the ground, not moving. "No…" she said, tears welling up in her eyes. She collapsed beside him and slid his head into her lap. She leaned forward and placed her forehead against his and cried heavily.
"'Mione…Please stop. You're getting me all wet." Fred said groggily.
Hermione froze and quickly opened her eyes, meeting his hazel ones. "Fred." She said breathlessly.
"Ay there." He said with a gentle smile.
"Oh my god…you're okay!" she said as he sat up and she flung her arms around his neck.
"That I am." He said. He then pulled away and took her arm and shoved her jacket sleeve up. "I felt that." He said pointing to the scabbed over words on her forearm. "I felt your pain, heard your screams. I missed you." He said.
"I've missed you too." She said before burying her face into the crook of his neck, never wanting to leave again.