Fred was still with Hermione, but every one had left, except Ginny (who was now holding Hermione's other hand) and George.

  - Freddie ? called George.

  - Hm ?

  - Are you okay ?

  - Er...yes, I'm fine, he answered quickly.

  George approached his younger sister and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She started crying.

  - Hey Gin'... Don't worry. It's going to be okay.

  - How do you know that ? she said. Maybe she won't wake up ! Maybe she will die George !

  - Don't say that, Ginny...

  He suddenly stopped talking and looked at his twin brother : Fred was crying on Hermione's hand. Ginny noticed it and she hugged him. Of course, George joined them. Fred never cried in front of other people. Only his twin brother (and sometimes his younger sister) knew when he was feeling low.

  - It's my fault, Fred cried.

  - No, it isn't, don't say that Forge.

  When Ron arrived five minutes later, they were still hugging, and Fred's hand was still holding Hermione's. He didn't say anything, but he sat loudly on the floor then started caressing her hair. He was looking angrily at both Fred and Hermione's hands. Fred noticed it, but he couldn't release her, he needed to feel her skin. What if she squeezed his hand again ? Ginny and George finally stepped away from him and looked at Ron. «Why is he angry ?» thought George. He then saw what his brother was looking at and understood the problem : Ronald was in love with Hermione.

  It was a problem : Fred had told him exactly a year ago that he liked Hermione. He didn't want to ask her out anyway. She had gone away with Harry and Ron, and the war was coming. He was going to ask her out after the Dark Lord's defeat. Now that George new about Ron's feelings, he was worried. If Hermione woke up, these two would try to win her love.

  - Fred ? Ron called slowly.

  - Yes, Ron ?

  - Can you release her hand now.

  - Why should I do that ?

  - Because I ask you to, and I don't like it when someone's holding my girlfriend's hand.

  - Your...what ?

  - My girlfriend, you've heard well, Ron said with an idiot smile.

  - Oh, I see. I shall go, then.

  Fred released Hermione's fingers, got up and nearly ran towards the yard.

{...}

  - P-professor Dumbledore ? You can see me ?

  - Of course I can see you ! said the man, peacefully sitting in his painting.

  - But I'm not really here Professor, I...I don't understand.

  He smiled.

  - Your mind and your soul are still here, that's what matters. You don't need your body.

  - But I have to wake up !

  - And you will. But first, you have to know how.

  - I can't event hold a book : how am I supposed to find out what's happening ?

  - Miss Granger, you know what people say about you : you are the brightest witch of your age. You don't need any book. Use all your knowledge and you will find out what to do.

  She was thinking about all the things she had ever heard or read. She couldn't touch anything : she needed to practice ! She tried to sat on the Headmaster's chair and fell on the ground. She got up and stood beside the wooden desk. She breathed in and out slowly then focused on a book. She put her hand on the cover : she couldn't touch it. She tried six times. She started giving up and she was angry, so she pushed the book violently. It flew through the room. She looked at the book : she had managed to touch it ! Dumbledore was still looking at her.

  - Congratulations, Miss Granger. Now, go. I think that there's a really worried red-haired boy waiting for you.

  Hermione's cheeks went pink. How did he knew for Ron's kiss ? They were both thinking that they were going to die...it was a desperate kiss.

  - I am not talking about Ronald Weasley.

  Dumbledore winked at her. Who was he talking about ?

  - You know who I'm talking about Miss Granger, so go and find him.

  She ran again to the Great Hall, but he wasn't there. George got up, so she followed him. He went in the yard, and he lead her to him. When she finally saw him, he was sitting on a rock and he had tears on his cheeks.

  - Freddie, are you alright ?

  - No, I'm not. George, you heard him, she's his...girlfriend now. I knew it couldn't wait, I should've told her before she...she...Merlin's beard, she nearly gave her life for me !

  - Fred, our little brother ? With Hermione ? Stop joking : you know she wouldn't accept to date him. She's too...different.

  - Well, and for me uh ? She's perfect : she's beautiful, she's smart, she's good at school. Me, I'm only good at joking.

  - Listen to me now ! Remember when she was a prefect ? Always reprimanding us ? She was always laughing to our jokes. When we left Hogwarts, she smiled while she was looking at you, Fred, not Ronald.

  Hermione was redder than ever. Yes, she had had a little crush on Fred in her fifth year, but they had left Hogwarts, so it was finished now, wasn't it ? And now he was telling George that he...liked her ? She approached him and put her hand on his shoulder. He raised his read and touched his shoulder. Weird.

  - George, I need to see her again, he said.

   The twins got up and returned near Hermione's body. Ronald had fallen asleep against a wall, Ginny and Harry were waiting for her waking near Molly and Arthur, talking to Mrs Pomfrey. Fred immediately took her hand, and Hermione squeezed it. He leaned over her and muttered in her ear.

  - Hermione...Mione...please wake up. I need you.

  To his great surprise, Hermione opened her eyes.