Unforgettable (Fred & Hermione)

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A/N... Of course all of these characters and settings belong to JK Rowling. I have taken most events from the books and altered them to fit with my storyline. This book is written with flashbacks and many trips down memory lane so buckle up. This is a story about Fred and Hermione post war but it focuses mainly on how they fell in love. I also wrote this a long time ago! It was the first ff I ever wrote so go easy on me xx 

The hospital wing in Hogwarts was overflowing with people and voices. Beds had been filled days ago therefore anyone deemed uncritical was moved to the great hall which was practically unrecognisable. The tables had been moved to the sides and dozens of makeshift beds lay strewn about. The house elves did their best to clean up after everybody but with the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff dormitories ruined in the Battle, as well as the dozens of Dumbledore's army and Order of the Phoenix who had yet to go home the area was a constant mess. Those lucky enough to be able to sleep lay down on benches or curled up in corners. Anywhere the broken glass and sobbing of the grieving wouldn't bother them. 

The healers from Mungo's arrived and Madam Pomfrey did her best. People emptied Slughorn's stores of Dittany, Pepper up potions and calming draughts until there was almost nothing left. But the hospital wing was quiet now. Those who were well enough to receive visitors were in the Great Hall therefore, the hospital wing was kept for the worst of the worst. The people who hadn't woken yet, who were likely not ever to wake. While Lavender Brown regained consciousness, scarred forever and Seamus began to walk again with Dean to lean on, one bed remained occupied and silent.

The bed in the far corner of the East wing was one of the most visited in the whole corridor. Surrounded by a family with red hair, by friends who sat by the bedside no matter the time, by teachers who had always liked the boy with too much energy and just the right amount of boldness. But the young man didn't open his eyes.

It had been only a day since the final battle had ended but the pain was already beginning to fade. With Madam Pomfrey's help scars were healing and limbs were mended. But nobody could understand why Fred Weasley was yet to wake. In the final battle, he had been separated from George by a section of the staircase that fell. While George fought to keep Fenier Greyback away from the fallen victims he tried not to worry about Fred. But he couldn't stop the gnawing anxiety in his stomach. He hadn't seen Ginny in hours. Ron was bleeding the last time he had seen him and running for the Chamber of Secrets. Bill had been shouting for Fleur, trying to get past Dolohov who seemed intent on leaving the beautiful blonde dead. 

Percy had promised George he'd find Fred, had told George to stay where he was and not to worry. Their brave and stupid pratt of a brother fought bravely with Fred but when Bellatrix Lestrange began to aim for Luna Lovegood he had to fight to protect her, leaving Fred to battle two death eaters alone, one of whom was masked but the other was Alecto Carrow. Shouts of "The mudblood" and "Finish him" were all that could be heard over the spells and screams. When the dust settled Percy and George found Fred lying beside the fallen death eaters. He looked asleep but was still breathing. Madam Pomfrey was bewildered by his state but promised he would wake. He had to. 

While everybody waited impatiently one girl could not wait any longer. When finally free of the Dark Lord and the Elder wand, while the hospital wing and great hall overflowed with injured witches and wizards a girl ran into the wing. She was covered in dust and smoke, with hair frazzled and falling out of a braid that had been done hours ago. 

"Where is he?" she gasped for breath, nervous eyes flitting back and forth. "is he okay?" she begged for an answer as Molly rushed to her. She took her hands in hers and led her to the bed in the corner where he lay. He looked so tired but not at all at peace. His forehead was scrunched in discomfort and his eyes were tightly shut. When George stood to let Hermione take his place beside him she noticed how his eyes seemed to move inside his head as if he was having a nightmare. George watched as she choked on a tear when she took his bruised hand in his. He knew that she was perhaps the only person who loved Fred as much as he did. Even if they wouldn't always admit it.