a/n: This is my first Hermione/George fic. It originally started as a one shot to someone's challenge but I ended up writing so much I changed it into a chapter fic. Hope u like it and thank u to Hermisa for editing.

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I close both locks below the window

I close both blinds and turn away

"You ready for this, mate?" Fred said, his voice a little squeaky from his nerves as he stared into the darkness by the window.

"As ready as I ever will be," George replied, quietly staring at his boots. He drummed his fingers on the desk he was sitting by.

A loud bang from another room caught their attention. Their eyes locked in a silent debate. Both were scared but neither wanted to show it. A knock on the door sounded as if their death bell's had been rung. They both watched nervously as the door opened slowly, each had their wand pointed to the door.

Hermione poked her little bushy haired head in, her eyes widened at the sight of their wands pointing towards her. "Hey," she squeaked out.

"Hey," the twins said together, lowering their wands. George patted the spot next to him.

She ran into the room and sat down next to George. "Your mum told me to come up and get you. Things are really getting heated up."

Fred nodded his head and stood up from his perch. He walked to the door, pausing before he stepped out. "George, why don't you take care of that thing we were talking about yesterday? I think now's the best time as ever."

George watched his brother's retreating back and shook his head. Leave it to Fred to play matchmaker now, of all times. Hermione was staring at him with question in her eyes.

"Hermione…"he started, taking her hand.

"Yes, George," she whispered, searching his face with her large soft eyes.

"I…" He stopped. He could not do it. "Be careful, ok?"

"Oh." She seemed a little disappointed. "You, too."

He nodded and stood up, waiting for her to follow his lead. He kicked himself mentally. How could he fight death eaters if he could not even tell the girl he liked that he fancied her? Fred was waiting for him down by the stairs. He stared up at his brother expectantly. George just shook his head and walked past him. "I just couldn't do it mate," George said, staring at the floor.

"Don't worry, mate, you'll get your chance," Fred said, patting his shoulders.

"Did you talk to Angelina?" George asked, turning towards Fred.

A huge smile spread across Fred's face. "She said yes."

Sometimes solutions aren't so simple

Sometimes goodbye's the only away

The battle was hard and the enemy was strong, but they fought tough. George and Fred fought back-to-back, stunning the death eater's down one by one. Nevertheless, it felt as if for every one Death eater they stunned, two more would pop up.

"There's too many," Fred shouted, stunning another death eater.

"What do you want to do?" George shouted back, opting to punch the daylights out of one his attackers instead of stunning them.

"Try not to die," Fred shouted with a shrug.

George chuckled. Leave it to Fred to make a joke in the middle of battle. A swirl of motion caught his attention. He paused, turned, and stared at what was going on. It seemed Voldemort himself had just entered the battle. Fred, sensing George's distraction, called out his name. George looked over to his brother and saw a smirk on his face.

Fred caught sight of a movement over George's shoulder. He rushed and pushed him to the ground. George watched in horror as the yellow light that was meant for him consumed his brother.


Fred felt so numb, too numb. He wished it hurt. He wished he could feel. It was as if death had descended onto him. He tried to move but his limbs did not respond. No, he thought, as tears formed in his eyes. "Please, do not let me die without seeing her face just once more," Fred begged silently to all who were holy.

George watched as his twin brother fell to the ground in horror. It was almost like slow motion. He could hear his body hit the ground. Reality slapped him in the face as he ran to where his brother had fallen. The battleground was suddenly silent, surreal. The only thing he saw, or heard, was his brother's body and his pounding heart.

Dead. His brother was dead. Numb. His body felt so numb. His eyes blurred with useless tears, He rubbed then away furiously. Crying would not help now. A cry of anguish ripped from his parched lips.


He rushed down and knelt by Fred's fallen body. He felt for a pulse, letting out a shout of joy when he felt a faint pulse. Looking around, he spied a tree not far from where they were. George lifted Fred and carried him to the tree. He rested his brother's stiff body by the trunk of the tree. George stared down at him for a few minutes. "I'm sorry. Promise me you will stay alive."

He waited for a response even though he knew he would not get one.

"I will get our revenge for this."

And the sun will set for you

The sun will set for you

Anger coursed through him. He would get his revenge. Standing, he turned on his brother's killer, shouting the death curse. He no longer saw in color, everything was black and white. No, George Weasley no longer cared about stunning the death eaters. Only death would come to those who stood before his wand or his fists. He jabbed his elbow into the eye of a death eater as he stalked by him.

A swirl of chestnut caught his eye. Hermione jumped in front of him in attempt to escape an offending curse. He grabbed her arm and pulled her close to his body. Her brown eyes were wide with fear. She did not recognize him, but then again who could blame her. His long hair, loose in bloody tangles, blood dripped from his face, and his blue eyes like ice. He looked like a wolf fresh from a kill.

"George?" Her terror was evident in her voice. He nodded his head because he did not trust his vocals to work. Another curse flew by them and he pulled her closer to him, his grip tightened. "You're hurting me," she gasped in pain.

He released her from his grip but he could still smell her. Even in the midst of battle, the soft smell of vanilla played at his nostrils. He could almost hear her heart beat. Closer. He needed to be closer to her. He needed to feel alive. With his eyes, he begged her. Prove I am alive. Standing his whole height, he stared down into her warm brown eyes.

She backed away slowly, her eyes wide with confusion. She looked around him for an escape as her eyes landed on Fred's body. A strangled cry escaped her lush lips. Part of him died with her cry. She tried to escape, to run away from the horror before her, only to be bumped back into his chest by someone running by. He seized his chance and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head back. Thrusting his tongue into her warm mouth, he kissed her passionately.

It was a brief kiss, it was a rough kiss, and it was a complete mind blowing kiss. He turned from her and walked back into battle, leaving her standing there, confused. This war would end tonight, whether Harry killed Voldemort or not. He walked off to his death, killing every death eater in his way. A flash of yellow caught his eye and then darkness. A smile spread across his face as he surrendered to the oblivion. He died.

And the shadow of the day

Will embrace the world in grey

Angelina felt as if she was falling apart. She fell to her knees. Her body felt so weak. She crawled feebly, trying to get to safety. It was a sick feeling, crawling over the dead bodies. She whispered her apologies to all she had known. She begged for life. She just wanted to see him just once more.

Her vision was blurry but she gathered her strength and purged on. Please, she begged to who ever was listening, just let me see his face once more. Yet she was too weak. She could not move another inch. Just a few minutes of rest, that was all she needed. She laid her tired and beaten body down by a tree trunk at the edge of the battle with a soft sigh.

"I'm sorry Fred," she whispered.

She looked over at the body next to her to see the face of the poor soul who would be joining her in the after life. A cry fell from her parched lips. No, she thought, scooting her body over. She moved closer to him. She ran her hands through his red hair, tears falling from her eyes. At least now they could be together. She closed her eyes and gave up.

That is how they found them the next morning, laying next to each other. They had found each other even in death.

And the sun will set for you

He lived, but barely. He had been hit with a spell that weakens your blood cell count. Lucky for him, Hermione had mastered the potion to heal his problem her last year at Hogwarts. It just took a week to be effective. Arthur had wanted to bury Fred the day they had found him but Hermione quickly pointed out how that would just kill George. She said she knew spells to preserve the bodies and had rushed off to do it. She cried the whole time she said the spells but she got it done. Angelina's parents wanted to take her and bury her in their family grave.

However, the Weasleys begged them to let her be buried next to Fred like they had found her. After some convincing, they had finally agreed. Hermione worked with George everyday, helping him regain his strength.

"George," Hermione whispered, studying him.

She had come to check up on him only to find him staring up at the ceiling. When he did not respond, she checked for his pulse. "Please do not be dead," she begged. She felt his faint pulse with her fingers, a sigh of relief rushed from her lips. Placing her head on his chest, she listened to the sound of his heartbeat, letting the tears that had been threatening to fall onto his chest.

George studied the sobbing girl on his chest. "Hermione?"

Hermione jerked up. What the hell was she doing? She turned her head away from him, wiping her tears away. "Hey, I came to check up on you."

"Look at me," George whispered, pulling at her hand.

Hermione did her best to wipe away all her tears, then turned and faced him. He coaxed her onto the bed next to him. George groaned slightly as he turned on his side to face her. It still hurt to move. Hermione made to stand up but he grabbed her waist, stopping her.

He rubbed a tear from her cheek with his thumb. "You missed one."

Hermione let out a half sob half laugh, before her face crumbled. George wrapped his arms around her, holding her against his body. He held her as she cried, whispering words of comfort. They lie there for a while before he spoke.

"Did they ever find Fred?"

Hermione closed her eyes. She couldn't look into his eyes when she told him. "George, he's dead."

George froze. He was expecting this when he didn't hear or see anything about him but it still did not soften the blow. "How is Angelina taking it?"

"She's dead, too," Hermione whispered. "We found them together."

George nodded. Part of him was glad they had died together but the other part was dying to have them still be alive.

"He had asked her to marry him, you know."

"I know," Hermione said, staring up at the wall. "She told me."

In cards and flowers on your window

Your friends all plead for you to stay

George stared at the closed coffin, tears clouding his eyes. They never fell though. He should be lying in a coffin next to Fred. He should have died, too. No. Fred should be alive. He wanted nothing more then to disappear. Leave everything behind him. He wanted to forget.

His mother's sobs filled the room. She knelt before the coffin, screaming it was just a dream, that he was just sleeping. He watched numbly as his two older brothers, Bill and Charlie, lifted her by her plump arms and carried her away. When they returned, she was calm, letting only an occasional sob out.

His father must have carried out his threat to pour a calming potion down her throat. He scanned the chairs numbly. Tears fell from everyone's eyes, everyone but him. He heard what they were all saying. 'He is still in shock', or 'poor dear probably doesn't know what's going on.' If they only knew the truth. He died on the battlefield with his brother.

Harry and Ron were sitting about two seats down, shaking their heads and wiping the tears from their cheeks. Ginny was sobbing quietly beside him. He felt her rest her little hand on his. Whether she was offering comfort, or asking for it, he did not know, but he could not help her either way. He jerked his hand away from hers and stood up.

He did not see her hurt expression or hear his father calling his name. He did not notice his mother had stopped crying or that the only person not holding their breath had stood up with him. No, the only thing George Weasley could see was the coffin lying before him with the body of his brother resting within it.

He walked slowly to the ebony coffin. "Fred," he whispered to the shiny wood.

"He can't answer you."

George looked up to the source of the voice. His angel with bushy chestnut hair that looked more like curls as she matured and lush lips, whose eyes seem to see every secret in his soul stood next to him. When did she get here? She moved a strand of hair from his face, caressing his cheek with her palm and tried to comfort him gently with her touch.

"He's not coming back."

She grabbed his hand and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. Blue eyes crashed with brown. Memory of the kiss on the battlefield flooded her mind and she looked to the ground with a blush. She was too good for him, he thought. She deserved someone who would love her, someone who would take care of her, not someone who was dead on the inside. Pulling his hand from hers, he turned from her, not letting her see the tears that finally fell and walked away.

Sometimes beginnings aren't so simple

George jerked up, his body covered in a cold sweat. It has been three days from the funeral and Fred's face consistently haunted his dreams. He stepped out of bed and pulled a t-shirt on. He opened his bedroom door quietly, hoping not to wake anyone. George made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen. He was surprise to see a light in the kitchen and wondered who else was awake.

"George?" Hermione asked, looking up from her cup of tea. She hadn't really seen him since the funeral. He kept himself locked in his room mostly.

"Hey," he said sitting down in the chair next to her. "Got anymore tea."

Hermione chuckled softly and got up to get him a cup. She was happy to see him and even happier to see that he wanted some substances since he has been surviving off of fumes lately.

"How much sugar do you want?"

"Two cubes," he replied, studying his hands.

She quickly made the tea and a sandwich to go along with it. Hopefully she could get some food into him as well. She placed the cup and the sandwich in front of him as she slid back into her chair. She took a sip of her tea and studied him. He was so pale it was almost as if he had seen a ghost.

"Couldn't sleep either, huh?" she asked over the rim of her mug after a few minutes of silence.

George looked over at her, startled as if he had forgotten she was there. "Oh, no, I couldn't sleep either."

She nodded and stared down at her cup. "George, I…."

He stared at her expectantly, waiting for her to finish. Hermione felt the heat rise to her face. She tried to figure out the best way to tell him how she felt. His blue eyes stared into hers. Her heart dropped as she stared into the shell of a man before her. She jumped up and ran from the room, leaving him sitting and wondering what happen behind.

Sometimes goodbye's the only way

George slowly packed away all his stuff. He had made up his mind. He would leave tonight. Life just was not worth living now a days. Pulling his boots on, he looked over his room one last time. With a sigh, he pulled the door open and walked out.

He had secured a flat for himself a week ago in muggle London. Waving his wand in the air, he jumped slightly when the knight bus appeared.

"Where to?" the man said as he stepped out the bus, grabbing George's luggage.

George just handed him a piece of paper and a bag of galleons and made his way onto the bus. He must have fallen asleep, because the next thing he knew he was being shaken awake.

"Your stop, mister," the man said.

George nodded and stepped off the bus. He stared up at the building and sighed. This was his new home.

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