Soulmates - Fremione

Chapter 4

Fred POV:

I was let out a little bit before Hermione because I threatened to just leave on my own if they made me stay.

I apparated to her house in Brazil, not quite believing that I am really out of my coma.

I walked around to the back of her house and looked out over the ocean.

I can't believe I am finally out of my coma. I tried to play it off in front of Hermione, but I got really lonely, and one of the conditions for me leaving so soon is that I will see a therapist about everything.

I didn't get to deal and cope with everything after the war, because for all I knew the war was still going on.

When Hermione showed up, I didn't want to ask her right away just in case it wasn't good news, but after hearing that we won, I broke down in tears.

(A/N: There is still the fallen fifty, but I don't want the people close to them to die, for the sake of my story)

Hearing about the fallen fifty broke my heart, so many people died fighting, and that doesn't include the others who fought during the entire war.

I am not proud of it, but the relief I felt when I found out none of my family or friends were included in the fallen fifty was very real.

I can't imagine what those families are going through, and I don't wish that on anyone, but the selfish part of me is glad it isn't my family who is grieving.

I take a deep breath and breathe in the scent of fresh air. I exhale, and at the same time I feel arms wrap around my waist.

Hermione tucks herself into my side as we look out over the water and the setting sun. I look down at Hermione and sigh. She really does bring me some peace, just by being here.

"It's really pretty isn't it?" Hermione says, looking at the ocean.

"Gorgeous," I say, but Hermione is the only thing I see right now.

She looks up and meets my eyes. I turn so I can hug her, and we stand like this for a while.

"It's getting cold," Hermione whispers, "We should get inside."

"Yeah we should," I agree, but neither of us moves.

It is so peaceful here, and this seems like the perfect moment. I finally have another person around. My love language is touch, and it always has been. Even with my friends, I hug them and hold their hands.

Holding Hermione is bliss for me.

After a few more minutes I feel Hermione start to shiver.

"Let's go, minha luz," I say.

"I don't want to go inside yet," Hermione says fake pouting, "I like it out here."

"Come on," I say.

"Make me," she says grinning up at me.

"If you insist," I say, chuckling and rolling my eyes.

I move quickly, grab her around her waist, and throw her over my shoulder.

"FRED!" Hermione shrieks as I start running for the house.

"This not what you meant love?" I ask.

"YOU'RE GOING TO DROP ME YOU MANIAC," she yells.

"Relax, I'm not going to drop you," I assure her, "You weigh like nothing."

"When you put me down," she warns her voice low, "I am going to kill you, or at least seriously maim you."