We found a moment, just a short moment in the grand scheme of things, days before the wedding to sneak away together. We made love at the shore of a small lake. We weren't sure when we would have time together again, and though the weight of it all bore down on us both in different ways, he still managed to make me laugh.
I miss that. I miss him.
At the reception, I danced with several people, so when he swept me into his embrace during a slower song, no one thought anything of it. But he knew, and I knew, that it was more than just a friendly dance. At the end of the song, he swept me into an exaggerated dip and pretended to let me drop, making me laugh again.
It was not even an hour later when Kingsley's message came. Even as I was hurrying to get to Harry and Ron, I shared a look with him, one look that said more than words could. It said I love you and Be safe and I'll miss you. As I apparated away with his brother and Harry, I prayed that Fred would get away safely.
Time passed in impossibly slow periods with adrenaline rushed bursts. When Ron came back to us, it was so difficult to not ask too much about Fred. We didn't want anyone else to know. What we shared was special, it was ours. But finding out that he was alive and well was enough to get me through the following months.
I was already exhausted and running on adrenaline when Fred and George showed up in the Room of Requirement in the hours leading up to that final battle. I couldn't stop myself from hugging him. And when I did, he whispered, "When this is over, come away with me."
"I will," I promised.
It's over now, it's been over for a week. I wish I could go away with him. We said that nobody had to know, but now that he's gone I realize that I have to know. There's no one that can understand why I'm crying at his grave, no one who knows how my heart is breaking for a love that never really had a chance.
Fred/Hermione - A Moment in Time
I miss that. I miss him.
At the reception, I danced with several people, so when he swept me into his embrace during a slower song, no one thought anything of it. But he knew, and I knew, that it was more than just a friendly dance. At the end of the song, he swept me into an exaggerated dip and pretended to let me drop, making me laugh again.
It was not even an hour later when Kingsley's message came. Even as I was hurrying to get to Harry and Ron, I shared a look with him, one look that said more than words could. It said I love you and Be safe and I'll miss you. As I apparated away with his brother and Harry, I prayed that Fred would get away safely.
Time passed in impossibly slow periods with adrenaline rushed bursts. When Ron came back to us, it was so difficult to not ask too much about Fred. We didn't want anyone else to know. What we shared was special, it was ours. But finding out that he was alive and well was enough to get me through the following months.
I was already exhausted and running on adrenaline when Fred and George showed up in the Room of Requirement in the hours leading up to that final battle. I couldn't stop myself from hugging him. And when I did, he whispered, "When this is over, come away with me."
"I will," I promised.
It's over now, it's been over for a week. I wish I could go away with him. We said that nobody had to know, but now that he's gone I realize that I have to know. There's no one that can understand why I'm crying at his grave, no one who knows how my heart is breaking for a love that never really had a chance.
I have to know, all by myself.