Hermione sat in the common room working away on her charms homework.

Fred sat beside her, and he watched everything she did. Hermione held her quill in her mouth, and she stared off into space. Fred leaned in and quickly stole the quill with his mouth, and Hermione snapped back into reality. She giggled, and took it with her mouth. Fred smirked at her, and plucked the quill from her mouth with his fingers. “Hey, you cheated.” Hermione said as she smiled warmly at him. “I would never cheat on you. You’re not a game.” Fred responded as he tucked a piece of Hermione’s hair behind her ear. “You’re beautiful you know” he whispered as he leaned in close to her face. Hermione smiled. “As are you.” she said as she kissed him gently on the lips. “And I love you Freddie. I really do. But I must get back to my charms work.” Fred shook his head. No way ‘mione. You’ve done enough. Let’s just have some fun.” Fred smiled at her. “Your fun, and my fun are completly different things” Hermione told Fred sternly. “Fine. Then let’s just talk” And that’s what their night consisted of. Talking about everything and nothing at all, then falling asleep together on the common room couch. Hands clasped, with Hermione resting on Fred’s chest, while he slept with a smile. A smile because she was beautiful. Because she was his. Because he loved her. Because she felt the same. Because they would always be like this.

It was December and Hermione was sitting outside, watching the snow fall towards the ground.

“It’s so beautiful” she sighed to herself. “Yes you are” a voice responded, and she felt arms wrap round her waist. “Hello Fred” she smiled. “Hello princess” he replied as he kissed he top of her head. “Come dance with me” he whispered in her ear as he pulled her up. ‘No Fred don’t be silly! There’s no music, and-and it’s cold out” she finished sheepishly. “I’ll sing. And I’ll keep you warm. I’d never let you get cold.” Hermione laughed to herself, and held her hand out towards Fred. She gasped as he pulled her in. “What. Did I scare you?” he smirked. “Not at all. Just surprised me a bit you did.” Fred smiled. “It’s good to have surprises.” Fred twirled Hermione around, then stopped. He looked at her eyes. Her beautiful brown eyes. Suddenly he knelt down and pulled out a box. “Could you hold out your hand for a second Mione” he asked gently. “Wha-what? Fred what are you doing!” Hermione asked, eyes wide in disbelief. He slipped a ring onto her finger. “This. This is a promise ring. Hermione I promise I’m going to marry you one day. No matter what. I’ve loved-” He paused. “I’ve loved you “ever since I first saw you” He finished quietly. “But if you don’t feel the same, I can take the ring back. It’s fine. I was just being brash I suppose.” “No. No I love it Freddie. I love you! Of course I feel the same way. Freddie this is beautiful.” He smiled down at her. “Mione I promise I’m going to love you forever, and make you happy. I’ll do anything for you. I swear. Hermione, I love you so much.” He said as he kissed her on her forehead. “Fred, look at me.” Hermione whispered. Fred looked down into her eyes. “I love you, and nothing I do can express how much I love you. But I promise you. You’re the only one for me. Whenever you’re ready Freddie, whenever you want to ask me to be your wife, I’ll say yes. I promise I will.” Fred smiled. ‘I’d ask you right now if I could.” he whispered, and kissed her passionatly on the lips. “I would right this second.”

“I love you, you know? I just thought you should know.”

Those were the last words Hermione ever heard from Fred. As the war was starting, he grabbed her and kissed her with passsion she had never seen. “I love you, you know? I just thought you should know.” and with that he was gone to fight. Her response was lost in her throat, and he never knew that she loved him more than anything ever before.

Hermione didn’t believe that “empty” could ever relate to a person.

It could relate to other things, like a house, but not a person. She never believed it untill he was gone. Untill Fred was gone. The house was as empty as she was. She sat in her room and stared blankly at the wall. The wall that had nothing on it but a picture. It was winter, and the two of them were smiling at each other, laughing, and so in love. Frozen in time forever. Days went by, but Hermione just couldn’t be bothered to leave. “I need you Fred. I didn’t think it was possible, but I love you more then I did before. Come back…..” she whispered as she broke into tears. George and Ron would stop by occasionally, but they soon realized that there was no point. Hermione was thousands of miles away. She was where no one could follow. Sullen and heartbroken, she just wasn’t the same. It was as if she left when Fred did. But perhaps that’s a good thing. Their souls departed together, and neither of them was really alone even though one was on earth, and the other wasn’t.

Dear Ron,

I loved her more than anything. I loved her with my entire being. I would say that she was my world, but she was so much more than that. She was everything beautiful in the world. I ache for her Ron. Do you understand? I ACHE for my Mione. I can see everything from up here, and I don’t know whether to laugh or to cry when I see the two of you together. I know you love her Ron, but I loved her first. Don’t hurt her Ron. Please don’t hurt her. Hermione’s too beautiful to cry. We had everything planned. We were going to get married. Have a family. We had so much planned, but I didn’t care as long as I got to be with her forever. As long as her face was the last thing I would see at night, and the first thing I would see in the morning. But that was taken away from us. I was ripped from her. Don’t let her get away Ron. Don’t let it get taken from you. I promise you, she is the most wonderful girl that you will ever find. I miss her Ron, but she loves you. Please don’t hurt her. If you do, I might have to come back down there and cause a little mischief! Treat her right Ron. Love her with everything you have. Maybe that way missing her won’t hurt as much because I know she’s happy.

Love her like I did Ron. I beg you.

Love always,

Fred.

Chapter 2. A bump in the road.

Fred was still on cloud 9, but he knew that he would have to tell Ron when he came back, and he knew that Ron would not be happy about this. Fred knew that Ron liked Hermione, but she made him feel like no one else could. He took a deep breath when he heard the door open and waited until his family was in sight. “Presents! Lovely! Did’ya get anything for your favourite son mum?” he said as he winked at Mrs.Weasley. “Did you get anything for your favourite mother?” she asked as she smiled back at him. “Of course mum. You just have to wait until Christmas.” Fred said with a wink. “Anyways, Ron can I talk to you?” he said as he spotted his brother. “Sure thing mate.” Ron said as he made his way over. He was in such a good mood. Fred really didn’t want to ruin it. It was so nice to see Ron happy. “Erm… I have to tell you something about Mione….” he started and watched Ron’s face fall. “We um…We’re together.” ‘Quick. Just like ripping off a band aid’ he though to himself. “YOU LAZY GIT.” Ron screamed and pounced on Fred. Tackling him to the floor. “Oy! Get off Ron!” Fred shouted back as he wrestled him off him. Hermione came running as soon as she heard yelling. Once she heard Ron and Fred’s voice she knew what had happened. Fred had told Ron. “Stop it! The two of you get up!” she screeched as she pulled up Fred. “Ronald. Stop acting like such a child.” She knew she was being cruel, but just couldn’t help it. “Hermione please don’t be with him. Please.” she could see the pain in Ron’s eyes. “Please…” “Ron… I’m sorry. But I just…. I really like Fred.” She didn’t know what else to say. “You know what. Fine. I don’t care.” Ron said as he stormed off. Hermione could feel the tears coming, and broke away as Fred wrapped his arms around her. She ran into her room and let her sobs wrack her body. A few seconds later, Fred was there holding her. “Shh Mione. Shh. It’s ok. He’s just mad at me right now. Not you. Shh.” he told her over and over in an attempt to sooth her cries. After a few hiccups, her tears stopped and she looked at Fred with red eyes. “I didn’t think this would happen. It’s all my fault,” she said as she looked down. “Hermione. Ron is my brother. We fall out all the time! This will be over before you know it” She smiled a bit. “I just hate to ruin his Christmas. This should be a happy time with family.” She could feel the tears coming again. “Don’t cry. C’mon. Look at me” Fred said as he brushed a tear off her cheek. “Don’t worry about it. Seriously Mione. He’ll get over it. I promise.” He said as he kissed her forehead. She smiled as soon as she felt his lips against her skin. “You’re beautiful. Did you know that?” Fred asked quietly. “I do now” Hermione replied as she moved in closer to his face gently pressing her lips to his. George crept into the room and stood behind them silently. “Oy! Lovebirds! Quit snoggin’. It’s time for dinner!” He said loudly, startling both Fred and Hermione. Fred turned to scowl at his brother. “Bugger of mate” he growled. George smiled back at him. “Alright alright. But be down soon. Don’t want to get mum in a tizzy do’ya?” Fred shook his head, but couldn’t help but smile. He stood up and offered his hand to Hermione. “We might as well go. Around Christmas time mum’s cooking is the best.” Hermione laughed. “In all my life. I have NEVER seen anyone who eats like you Weasley’s.” She said as she smiled warmly. “You haven’t been alive that long Granger” Fred said as if talking to a small child and winking at her. She smacked him playfully on the arm. “Get a move on! They’ve got to be wondering where we are!” she replied. They walked hand in hand into the dining room and sat down beside each other. “I reckon you won’t be able to pull them two of em apart!” George muttered. Fred threw a pea at him. “Mind your business Georgie.” He said teasingly. Hermione was trying to ignore the looks that Ron was giving he across the table. “This is great Mrs.Weasley. Tastes fantastic” she smiled at Molly, who returned the smile. Hermione took a quick glance at Ron, he sat across from her with a mixture of anger and sadness frozen onto his face. She dropped her gaze down just as quick, but Fred saw Ron’s face. ‘He’ll get over it eventually,’ he thought to himself. ‘He has too.’ He gave Hermione’s leg a comforting squeeze under the table and continued on with his meal. ‘He has too…’

Chapter one. The start of magic.

Hermione couldn’t control it any longer. She was absolutely mad for Fred Weasley. Everytime she looked at him her heart beat 10 times faster. “I have too tell him. I have too!” she thought determinately. It was christmas time at the burrow and it seemed that everyone other than the two of them had gone out for some last minute christmas shopping. She could hear the t.v. playing softly in the living room. “It’s now or never” she said to herself as she made her way out to Fred. “Morning Fred.” He looked up at her and smiled. “Morning Mione.” and went back to watching the television. “I erm. I like you…” Fred looked up at her with a shocked expression. “You’re shirt! Yes. I like you’re shirt” Hermione said as she fumbled her words. She was turning as red as his hair. Fred looked down at his shirt and then back up at her. “Oh um thanks. I like yours too?” Hermione gave a small smile and walked away quickly. “Your shirt? Your bloody shirt. Yes Fred. I like your shirt. Not you. Your shirt” Hermione whispered angrily to herself. Fred watched her walk away. He admired the way the sun shone off her hair. He sighed.” She’s so pretty.” he though to himself. Hermione was back in her room beating herself up. “Hermione Jean Granger. You have waited long enough, and I doubt that you can control this for much longer. You go out there right now and you tell him how you feel.” Sshe though to herself as she sat on her bed lecturing herself. There was a knock at her door and she knew that it must be Fred. She sighed. “He probably is just here to tease me” she thought gulmly. “Hullo Fred” she said once she opened the door. “I’d like to apolo…” She was cut off as Fred grabbed her face and kissed her forcefully. She stood there rigid for a moment, but melted into him within seconds. They finally pulled their faces apart and Hermione started up at him in shock. “Oh my…” she started. “I’m sorry. I just had too. And I thought that maybe you were interested in me because of what happened before. I’m sorry Mione.” he stared down at his feet. “Fred look at me.” He looked down at her. “Does it look like I’m upset? I’m crazy about you Fred. I… I can’t believe that happened!” she said as she giggled. Freds smile grew. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him gently on the lips. This was going to be something great. She could already tell.

when Fred proposed to Hermione

it was summer and they were lying in the grass giggling and holding hands. He looked over at her and kissed her forehead. Hermione closed her eyes and smiled. “You know Fred I’m rea….” she started but was cut off by Fred pressing his lips against hers. She blushed and squealed playfully  ”You didn’t let me finish!” ‘I know” he smiled back at her. “There’s just something I want to do. Do’ya mind sitting up a bit? Oh and closing your eyes?’ Hermione giggled and gave him a weird look. “Anything for you Fred” she said as she sat cross legged. “Alright… Open them!” Hermione opened her eyes and a ring was floating right in front of her face. “Now if you could put out your hand like this…” Hermione’s mouth dropped open as the ring was slid onto her finger. “Hermione Jean Granger. Will you marry me? I’ve loved you since day one and I swear I always w…” He was cut off as Hermione threw herself at him and kissed his lips over and over. “I love you I love you I love you I love you!” she screamed. “Is that a yes..?” Fred asked. “Fred Weasley! Of COURSE that is a yes! He was grinning ear to ear now. He started to lie back in the grass when he said “You know Granger…. You didn’t let me finish” he said teaslingly as he looked over at her. “I know” she said as she cuddled into his side. “But I already know that you’ll love me forever. You don’t need to say it.” “Even so. I like to remind you… Would you allow me to finish?” “Yes Freddie. Of course.” Hermione replied. “I, Fred Weasley, swear to love you forever. No matter what. I swear to make you laugh when you’re sad, and hold you when you cry. I swear to always be there, and I promise that I’ll give you whatever you want. I will do ANYTHING for you because you are the love of my life, and I have no idea how I got blessed with you, but I did. And I’m the luckiest man in the world.” Fred finished. Hermione looked up at him. “I love you Freddie… I really do.” He could see the tears behind her eyes. Fred began to stroke her hair and whispered “I know you do, love. I know you do.”

Whenever Fred kissed Hermione

she felt as if she had been struck by some spell. Some wonderful wonderful spell. He sent shivers up and down her spine, and could make a smile instantly appear. She knew that the magic that they had when together was so much different than the magic that they learned at Hogwarts. This type of magic was just so raw. She couldn’t even begin to explain it. Everything he did was perfect, and she knew that one day she would marry him. No matter what.

Fred watched with tears in his eyes as he watched the most beautiful girl in the world walk down the isle towards him.

He just couldn’t believe that Hermione was all his. He couldn’t believe that the beautiful bookworm had ended up with him. “How in the world did I get so lucky!” He thought to himself. He looked over at his best man, George of course, and gave him a shaky grin. George responded with a toothy smile and two thumbs up. And then suddenly, the music had stopped and Hermione was standing right there. He gazed at her sparkling eyes and the pastor had to get his attention. The rest went by in a blur, and finally it was time to seal the deal. Hermione threw her arms around Fred’s neck and whispered “I love you Fred. I really do.” and kissed him forcfully and passionately. They pulled away and smiled at each other. “You’re never going to be able to get rid of me now Mione. You’re all mine, and I love you more than anything in the world and I always will. I swear.” He said and winked at her. They grabbed each others hands and faced their family and friends. “Everything is perfect” thought Fred as he was patted on the back by his twin. “Absolutly perfect.”

Fred never died.

He was never hit with the curse, and only pretended to be dead to save his life. He is now currently living with Hermione and their children. And he visits George almost every day.

Not long after Fred’s death, it was discovered that he planned on proposing to Hermione.

The ring had been bought, and he was just waiting for the right moment. Hermione asked Mrs.Weasley for the ring, and she never took it off. she said that she could feel Fred all around her. And that she loved him since day one. Even in death, she would only have him. So she chose to say that she was married to him. She was married to a dead man, but she knew that Fred was proud. He wanted to marry her, so that is what she had done.

Hermione waited for Fred in the common room almost every night.

And every night he would get the same reaction. She would instantly jump up and run to him, kissing every inch of his face. “Oh Mione. You are one special girl.” He said into her hair as he held her as close as possible. “Fred… I think I’m in love with you.” Her face turned bright red. The shock was clear on his face, but a smile was breaking through. “I’ve loved you since the day I saw you.” “Oh Fred!” She was smiling from ear to ear now. She began to lean in to kiss him, but he couldn’t wait. He grabbed her and kissed her with such a force that Hermione was taken aback, but kissed him back with the same amount of force. Their faces parted and they smiled at each other. The rest of the night was spent on the two of them sitting on the common room couch and talking about everything and anything that they could think of untill Hermione fell asleep on Fred’s lap. He kissed her forehead, then gently picked her up and carried her to her room. He placed her down on her bed and whispered “I’m gonna marry you one day. I promise.” Then made his way out of the dark room. Little did he know that when he when he made that promise, Hermione was awake. “I promise I’ll say yes.”

Hermione couldn’t believe it.

She felt her body go cold, and she was swimming in disbelief and sadness. She stared down at Fred’s motionless body. Hoping that he would jump up saying “Jokes on you! I got you! Didn’t I sweet-heart?” But he never did. His face held a ghost of the smile she fell in love with. His beautiful beautiful smile. She fell to her knee’s and grabbed onto his body. “FREDDIE. WAKE UP. Oh God. Oh God. Please wake up. I love you. Please please please. There has to be a spell. please Freddie please. This isn’t funny! I love you. Please wake up….” The tears spilled over and she shook as she sobbed. “Please…” She smacked his chest. “WAKE UP” She shrieked. George gently pulled her off him and held her tightly. She turned and sobbed into his chest. “Shh Mione. Shh. I loved him too…” He tried to say more but the tears were flowing to quickly, and frankly. He just didn’t know what to say. Hermione eventually stopped crying and squeezed George’s hand. She knelt down and looked Fred up and down, and tried her best to hold his body against hers. She just wanted to try and remember his face, and how he felt against her, everything about him. She never wanted it to fade. She kissed his cheek, forehead, neck, and lips. She grabbed his hand for the last time. “I love you Freddie. I always have and I always will. I know you won’t leave me. Not really. I know you’ll always be there even if I can’t see you. I love you.” She could feel the tears coming again so she slowly got up and held George’s hand trying to give him the comfort he needed as they mourned the death of the person they loved the most.

When Fred passed on,

He found himself right back with George. Since his happiest moments were with George, he was able to go back to him. With a catch. Fred could not be seen or heard. But Fred did find a loophole. If he gained enough energy, he could communicate with very quiet, small sentences. And since Fred was basically George’s other half, he could feel his presence with him. Even when Fred wasn’t trying to communicate. Fred watched his niece and nephew grow. He watched his family go on with their lives, and he waited. Waited for George to stop crying. Waited for George’s time. He would be the one to take him away. To welcome him. Near the end, George began to realize that Fred never left. He was always there. Always.