{Hermione's POV}

"Hey, 'Mione!" I turned to see Fred running towards me

"Yeah, Fred?" I tried to make it clear that I was walking with Ron and the other Weasley's. Red flag, red flag

"Sit with George and I? We need help with our bets." I knew it was an excuse, but I wanted to be with him

"Is it alright with you, Ron?" I turned to Ron.

I hadn't been spending much time with just the youngest Weasley brother, helping Harry and all, but I hoped he understood.

"Yeah, it's fine Hermione." He sounded slightly disheartened but I tried to shake it off

"Come with me." My boyfriend said mysteriously as he towed me ahead of the rest of the Weasley's.

He took me to two seats in the stands far from the rest of his family and wrapped his arm around me. It was very calming, he helped me not stress when Harry went into the maze. Fred, he was incredible. The one person I could always turn to.

{Fred's POV}

She was leaning on me. I knew she was nervous about whether or not Harry would die, but I knew that me being here was the right thing.

"They've been in there a while." She said just loud enough for me to hear

"I know, love, but it's a maze, it's bound to take some time." I reassured her

"Are those red sparks?" I said without thinking

Her head snapped up and there was a look of horror on her face

"Fleur Delacour has forfeited the cup," Bagman's voice rang through the stadium

I felt Hermione relax and lean back into me.

It was a while before anything else happened but when it did…

I was still holding Hermione. Krum had been brought back and Harry was still in the maze until

"Harry, it's Harry, Harry won!" was being shouted through out the stadium

Hermione stood up and cheered until she saw the Harry was holding a body

"Is that, is that Cedric?" She said disbelievingly

"Hermione, it'll be alright."

"No, Fred! It won't! Cedric's dead! Something happened! I need to go talk to Harry!" she shouted at me

"Shhh, shhh, shhh," I tried to sooth her. "Harry will be O.K Mad-Eye's taking him to the hospital wing by the looks of it. He'll be alright." I cooed.

She had come to me after seeing Harry in the hospital wing. He had been in a dreamless sleep. He had woken when the Minister of Magic had burst into the hospital with a furious Professor McGonagall. She told me that Barty Crouch Jr. had been using Polyjuice potion to pose as Mad-Eye Moody and that the Minister had brought a dementor that had kissed the imposter, basically killing him.

"So now, Voldemort's back, Fred. He's back. The war is coming." She spoke with so much force in her quiet voice I barely believed it was her.

"Well, love, I'll guess we'll have to fight together." I said, with a sense of pride at the word together

"What if one of us dies?" she said staring into the fire

"Then I'll make sure it isn't you." Staring into the fire as well

"I don't want to live with out you, Fred." She had turned her head to look at me

"I feel that same about you, if you died, there would be no me 'Mione." I said with a strong sense of truth

"I'll love you till the day I die." She whispered to me

"And me you Hermione." I kissed her on the forehead and just let her rest.