Hermione twisted and turned in her sleep and walk up with a start. It was a dream, just a dream. But it had felt so real. In her dream, she had seen Fred die and George become depressed and nothing was ever the same. Slowly, she crept out of her bed as to not waking up Ginny and she made her way downstairs. Surprisingly, there was already someone in the kitchen, she opened the door and saw Fred. He looked shaken and Hermione could see he was deep in thoughts. She brushed passed him and made herself a warm chocolate, the muggle way. At the smell of the chocolate, Fred came back to reality.
"Hermione, you're here! I didn't see you come in." he said

"It's okay, I just couldn't sleep." She replied

"Nightmares?"

And because she couldn't lie to Fred, she nodded her head. He motioned for her to go sit on the couch and she did. He sat next to her and started talking about everything and nothing. She listened to everything and chuckled occasionally, it was so easy for her to feel safe when she was with Fred. Once again, he fell silent, as if he was waiting for her to say something.
"It was you dying."

"What?" Fred said

"My nightmare, it was you dying." She whispered.

Fred ran a hand through his messy hair and sighed, he knew it could happen, but it just didn't seem possible, he couldn't die and leave George alone. Nor Hermione for that matter.

He looked at her and that same feeling he had felt last night came back.

"Why are you down here anyway?" She asked

"I needed to think, the house gets quite noisy during the day." he said with a chuckle

They continued to sit there in silence, but it didn't feel awkward, it felt normal.

"Listen Hermione, I know you're going to have to leave soon, but remember that I ll watch over you, no matter what, okay?"

Hermione didn't know what to say. How had he known? So she nodded and curled up in his arms like she did when she wanted to feel safe. He took her hand and traced the lines with the tip of his fingers gently. Soon, Hermione was fast asleep but no nightmares came to her this time.

Fred took her in his arms and took her to her bed, too afraid that someone will find them both asleep on the couch in the morning. He delicately put her down on the bed and kissed her forehead before heading back to his room. George was awake and had a grin on his face.

"You, brother, are not going to sleep until you tell me what happened!" said George

And so they spent the night talking about her at first and slowly about everything else. They fell asleep when people were waking up, and woke up around 1 in the afternoon. They didn't wake up because they wanted to but because a big fight had broken out downstairs.