Hermione lay bleeding on the grass, holding a hand to the bloody stump that was once Fred Weasley's arm. Fred gazed back at her, begging for some sort of comfort but Hermione couldn't provide it. She had nothing to say. She had for a fleeting moment let herself relax. Let herself believe that Voldermort was dead, and therefore all was to be right in the world. There was to be weddings, parties and bright sunny Sunday mornings. She wasn't suppose to shed anymore blood. She wasn't suppose to lose anyone else. She'd lost enough people. She had killed enough. She had sacrificed enough. Hermione was tired, so beyond tired. Tired of losing. So she let her eyes flutter closed, and Fred watched as Hermione let herself once again, slip into a false sense of security. TW: dark themes, blood, death, fighting, hospitals, survival

When Harry and Ron stop talking to Hermione during third year, she turns to her studies to drown out the loneliness. Fred and George, finding her crying one day, decide to take her under their wing. After pulling a prank with them, Hermione forges a friendship with the Weasley twins. Starting with Prisoner of Azkaban and ending with the Deathly Hallows, a take on what it would look like if Hermione did end up with Fred. Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the plot. They belong to J.K. Rowling, author of Harry Potter