Fremione One-shots

Dreams

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Rowling does.

The fan art isn't mine. I wish I could do that, sooooooo props to whoever made it.

The first thing I felt was the wind, blowing lightly in my face, making sure that my hair is all over the place. The second thing however, is not a feeling, but a sound. The sound of waves crashing against each other in the ocean. Birds chirping and flying trough the air. It's in that moment that I realize that I'm not alone, that I can feel somebody behind me, his arms protectively wrapped around me. And the weird thing is that I'm feeling completely safe and at peace, no, it's even stronger. I feel at home. I lean back a bit snuggling deeper in the hard chest and breathe in the scent of something familiar. Something that reminds me of home.

'Love, are you all right?' whispered the voice behind me softly in my ear.

'Never been better.' I said while tilling my head upwards and pressing a soft kiss to his freckled face.

He looked at me with adoration in his eyes and smiled 'How is it that I became so lucky. How is it that 'The Brightest Witch of her Age' chose me, a simple prankster to let him love her. How did I became so blessed by the Fates?'

I smiled up at him, staring straight in his eyes 'I don't know, but I'd always had the thing for you to be honest. You were the first one to show me kindness and the only one who listened to me when I was down. The only one who truly understood me. I'd never thought you could be interested in me, Gryffindor's very own bookworm and Know-it-All. Not to mention that you're my best friend's older brother. And you, you were one half of the famous Weasley Twins, beloved by every student and almost as desirable as Cedric Diggory. I didn't stand a chance.'

'Well, you were wrong. I've wanted you for a very long time. Looked over you from a far and protected you whenever you needed protection. It took a couple of years to pluck up the courage to ask you out for dinner, but eventually I did. And let me tell you, it was the best idea I'd ever had.'

'And why is that Mr Weasley?' I'd asked with a toothy smile.

'Well, because that moment led to us sitting here. Sitting at a beach under a blue sky with a little one on the way,' he smiled and put his hand on my belly and drops his voice to whisper in my ear 'Mrs Weasley'

'It's still weird though, you calling me that.'

'I can understand that. If you want I can go back to calling you Granger or Bookworm if you'd like.'

I laughed and punched him lightly on his shoulder. 'Call me whatever you like, I don't care, as long as I got you, I'd be okay.'

'In that case I'm going to call you love of my life, because you are Hermione Granger. You are the light of my life and I love you very very much.' He said while kissing my crazy hair.

'And you, Fred Weasley, are mine. You make me as happy as I can be and I can't wait to start a family with you. I love you too. I always have and always will.'

That's the moment my eyes flutter open and I realised it was all a dream, that it wasn't real. We didn't get our happy ending. We hadn't had the chance to start a family and get married. Nobody even knew we were seeing each other, apart from George of course. Nobody understood why I was so affected by his sudden death in the Battle of Hogwarts. People were giving me strange looks and made me feel like I wasn't allowed to grieve the way I did.

And it was that particular moment, that realisation that made me cry. After the tears came the feeling of emptiness that was always lurking around and it was in those sad moments that I looked at the sky and imagine him watching over me, like he did at school. Because that's what he told me at the pond on one of our secret meetings at the Burrow.

'If you ever feel sad or lonely, just look up at the sky and know that I'll be thinking of you when you leave for Horcrux hunting. Know that I'll be with you wherever you are. I love you 'Mione.'

'I love you too Fred.' I whispered looking at the sky above.