It had been a week since the Battle at Hogwarts. Hermione had barely spoken to Fred since the end of the war, but she suspected it had to do with losing Lee. Fred and George had stood over their best friend silently, identical looks of remorse and grief gracing their features. She had let him have time to himself, because it had been clear he didn't want to talk to her.
The funeral services were all over now, and Mrs. Weasley was having a dinner celebrating the end of the war. Hermione had offered to help her cook, but Molly had dismissed her warmly, and told her to go enjoy the afternoon.
Sighing, Hermione had walked outside toward the lake. Sitting at the picnic table by the lake, was Fred. She walked up behind him, and sat next to him. This was perfect, she had needed to talk to him alone in him anyway.
"Hey." She said, smiling.
Fred didn't respond, he just continued spinning something on the wood of the table. She rolled her eyes, figuring it was some new product.
"Fred?" She said quietly.
He slammed his hand down on the still spinning object, and turned to glare at her.
"Can I help you?" He asked.
Hermione flinched at the venom in his voice.
"Did I do something wrong?" She squeaked out.
He sighed and sat his face in his hands. The setting sun caught on the small shiny thing he had been playing with. It was her engagement ring.
"Just go away. Go back to Ron." He growled from behind his hands.
"Wh-what?" Hermione asked in confusion.
"I didn't stutter. Go! Get away from me!" He barked.
Hermione flinched again, but remained seated.
"There's nothing going on with Ron!" She exclaimed. "How many times do I have to tell you that?"
He removed his hands, but glared out at the lake instead of looking at her.
"So you two didn't spend monthsalone together in a tent. And you didn't kiss in the Chamber of Secrets? Don't lie to me, Hermione." His voice was cold.
Hermione didn't answer, she just bit her lip and looked away from him.
He laughed bitterly. "That's what I thought." He stood to leave, but Hermione jumped in front of him.
"It's not like that! Harry was there with us too! And in the chamber, he kissed me! I tried to tell you about it after it happened, but you said we would talk later! But when later came you didn't want to talk..." Her voice broke, and she wiped tears away roughly. "Fred... please..."
He was torn. He had remembered her trying to tell him something... But he had overheard Ron telling Harry what had happened, and from what his brother had said, he and Hermione were an item now.
"Fred... We need to talk..." She said, pulling desperately at his arm.
He shook his head and jerked his arm away. "There's nothing left to talk about Hermione. We're done here. You're free to be with Ron now." He said coldly before storming off.
"But... I'm pregnant..." She whispered, hot tears trailing down her cheeks.
She sobbed and apparated back to Grimmauld place to gather a few of her things. She couldn't face Fred now, or any of the Weasleys for that matter. She sat on the bed she had been using since the end of the war, and tried to contain her sobs.
Fred didn't want her anymore. She couldn't return to the burrow, couldn't be anywhere near him without drowning in pain. She sat there crying for what seemed like hours before she decided there was only one thing she could do.
Hermione wrapped her arms around her waist, holding her slowly growing belly. "Don't worry little baby," She whispered. "We're going to be okay." She stood and wrote a note to Harry, letting him know she was going to search for her parents, and not to worry. She hated leaving her life behind, but she knew she needed to find her parents. There was nothing keeping her in England now, anyway.
She closed her eyes, and grimaced as the familiar twisting sensation pulled her away from Grimmauld Place, and everyone she had grown to love over the last eight years.