‘I’ll kill him!’

This was the first thing that Harry shouted as he burst into Hermione’s hospital room. Hermione was about to drink some water, trying to freshen her parched throat since she had been crying. Her eyes were red around the edges and she quickly wiped away her tears as she heard Harry’s voice. The door had opened and rocked against the wall before shutting behind Harry as he stormed in. Hermione stared at him and saw that a few people were gasping at the appearance of Harry Potter in St Mungo’s.

It was about 6 o’clock in the evening and the sun was just sinking below as if to remind Hermione that she would suffer through another lonely night with thoughts of Fred swirling like clouds in her mind. Harry was wearing a brown shirt with white buttons going down and he wore jeans and white trainers. His hair was the usual as a piece of black hair stood up on top of his head. Hermione felt a little happier at the piece of hair sticking up, meaning that everything had changed around her but Harry was still the same. Harry threw a piece of paper down onto Hermione’s lap making her flinch suddenly and she looked up at him. Harry raised his eyebrows and she read it with scared eyes. It was the eviction notice that had ruined Hermione’s life. It stated that they had to leave their house for Draco to occupy. He must’ve found this in Fred’s apartment near all the shards of glass.

‘How did you-’ Hermione dragged her eyes away from the paper and looked up into Harry’s green and unnaturally furious eyes.

‘I went to your house and I saw that git! Malfoy! He’s emptying Fred’s apartment and he told me everything about what happened between you and Fred. The slick little git! Malfoy took your house, Fred left you and you’re in hospital and you never told me?! I had to persuade him by threats when Malfoy didn’t tell me where you were and then he finally told me and I swear I would’ve hexed him right there and then but the coward pushed me, screamed something about you being a mudblood and kicked me out of the apartment!’ Harry was extremely furious and Hermione was a little scared of him. She had obviously seen him shouting before and being sarcastic but not quite like this. Harry leaned forward and snatched the little paper into his hands before ripping it angrily and turning back to Hermione, ‘If you’ve lost this baby I swear, Fred and Malfoy... both of them will pay!’

‘Harry, my baby is fine but the Healer says I’ve not to take any stress and-’ a tear made its journey down Hermione’s face at the thought of not taking stress after everything that had happened and Harry’s eyes flashed as he threw the parchment in the bin and began to pace the room, nearly ripping out his hair as he did so. Hermione watched him and then looked down at her hands and muttered, ‘have you heard from...’

They both knew who she meant. Fred, of course. Hermione had wondered last night, as a bombardment of tears leaked down her face, how Fred was doing. He seemed pretty happy to get rid of Hermione but she wasn’t happy not to have him near her and support her. She missed him terribly but he couldn't handle responsibility and now her child has to come before Fred, Hermione thought. Harry looked up at her and rolled his eyes as though what she had said didn't make any sense to him... or it made more than perfect sense to him.

‘You still love him? After everything he’s done?’ asked Harry in a low voice but Hermione didn’t answer him. She waited for him to speak on and Harry did after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, ‘he’s at the burrow I think. Living there after he’s broken your heart. He doesn’t know you are at the hospital.’

‘He can’t take up responsibility. He needs to get on his own feet but... I still love him, Harry. I love him so much it hurts my heart to have him so far away from me,’ admitted Hermione in a whisper. She knew how Fred felt when he lost George and she hated it!

‘Listen, Hermione,’ started Harry uncomfortably but Hermione shook her head, a few hairs came loose and she tucked them behind her ear.

‘I’m really tired, Harry. I just want to sleep,’ Hermione explained and a hand went to her swelled stomach as she tried to lie back down. Harry quickly helped her and she thanked him, ‘thank you also for coming to see me. Visit me again tomorrow?’

‘Sure, Hermione. You get some rest now and I don’t want any tears falling for Fred. He’s not worth this much trouble, Hermione, you know that,’ Harry muttered and he kissed her on her forehead.

They said goodbye and Hermione felt a sudden urge to stop him from leaving. She didn't want the dark to consume her as she would, undoubtedly, shed tears for her lost love... but she let Harry go. She watched him leave the room and quietly close the door behind him. She looked to the ceiling and a tear fell down the side of her face.

She missed being called Mia.

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‘Fred?’ Mrs Weasley knocked on her son’s door for what seemed like the hundredth time. She was getting anxious now since Fred had just turned up to her doorstep and explained about what had happened... he was drunk and could hardly walk. That was last night and now a whole day had passed and Fred hadn’t shown his sober face to them. Mrs Weasley knocked on the dinner rapidly once more, ‘dinner is ready and you haven’t eaten since this morning!’

‘I’m not hungry,’ Fred muttered back from the other side of the locked door. His voice sounded as though he was being strangled or something.

Fred had muttered quietly but Mrs Weasley could hear him quite clearly. It seemed like the whole house echoed of her children that had grown up a little too quickly for her liking. Now she lived in a huge house that could be called a mansion because no one lived here besides herself and Mr Weasley before Fred came. Her children were going through so many troubles and coming back to stage one... living with her.

Mrs Weasley waited behind the door, her hand poised to knock again but she let it drop. She leaned against the door as her motherly heart shrivelled up. Her son was in pain, he was heart broken and she could do nothing about it since he wouldn’t let her in. Mrs Weasley sighed and held her tears in before descending the considerably long looking staircase.

Fred heard his mother’s back lean off his door and he heard her footsteps go down their tiny staircase. He was lying on his stomach with his face pressed deeply into the cushion. There was a bed next to his that used to be George’s and Fred felt his heart explode as he smelled the pillow. It smelled so much like him... memories rushed back. They had been sitting here when Fred had told George about liking Hermione. Was it possible to miss his twin so much that it made his heart ache? It wasn’t just his twin though. It was Hermione too.

‘Urgh!’ Fred groaned into the pillow and said out loud, even though it was muffled, ‘I need you here, George!’

What was he expecting from saying that? It wasn’t like George would just apparate in here for him, Fred thought with a bitter note. He sat up and crossed his legs, turning his back to the pillow. In front of him were two pictures that he loved and used to love. One was of himself and George in there Hogwarts uniform, their arms slung across each other and that goofy, slightly crooked grin were lighting up both of their faces. This was their last year of Hogwarts and George’s pockets were bulging with some of their products. Fred had always joked that he was the more handsome twin and now he would be the ugliest twin in the world if it meant having George back.

The other picture was of Hermione and himself. They were also in Hogwarts at that time and Fred couldn't remember where they were when they took the picture. It was Hermione’s fifth year by the looks of it and her arm was wrapped around Fred’s waist and her other arm was around someone else’s waist but they had been cut out of the picture by Fred. Fred looked very red in the face as Hermione’s hand clutched his hip and she smiled up at the camera.

Fred groaned and took his wand in his hand. He made the picture of Hermione float in the air in front of him and suddenly slashed the air. The picture tore off into two pieces and one piece fluttered down onto the bed, showing Fred’s red face. The other picture consisted of only Hermione and was floating at eye level in front of Fred. Fred lazily flicked his wand and the picture caught on fire. Hermione’s waist, stomach and chest were soon turned to ash that littered the bed. Fred watched as the fire spread slowly across her face and suddenly there was nothing left of her at all. Why couldn't it be this easy to get her out of my mind, thought Fred with a groan as he flicked his wand and the ash disappeared.

‘Fred, open this door,’ a voice said from behind the locked door, making him flinch for a second until he recognised who it was. Fred glanced at the wooden door and rolled his eyes. It wasn’t his mum or his dad. It was Harry who sounded very angry indeed. Fred took the picture of his twin and lay on his back, staring at it. The bed gave a belching creak which made Harry sure that Fred was ignoring him, ‘open the door or I’ll break it!’

‘Break it then,’ Fred muttered, he wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone and he thought that Harry would leave. How very wrong he was.

There was a slight pause from which Fred could hear a sigh or defeat... or he thought it was defeat. The next moment, the door was blasted off it’s hinges and smacked onto the ground and Harry was on the other side. He sighed impatiently, stepped into the room and flicked his wand and muttered ‘reparo.’ The door sprung back into its hinges and Fred was on his feet in an instant as Harry turned to face him. They stared at each other in silence until Harry spoke.

‘She’s in the hospital,’ stated Harry, crossing his arms over his chest. Fred’s eyes widened so wide that the blue colour could be seen clearly. The first thought was that he had lost her. He had lost the love of his life and he would not live without her. Losing George was more than enough. Harry raised his eyebrows at him, ‘the baby is okay and they said that the baby-’

‘Is she okay? Is Hermioneokay?’ asked Fred, waving his hand as if to get the baby situation out of the way in order to let Hermione’s situation become more significant. Harry nodded once and Fred let out a sigh of relief, his hands were shaking slightly and his knees wobbled. He sat on the bed. He would never forgive himself if something had happened to Hermione, ‘was she asking for me?’

‘She... was glad that you broke things up with her. Well, not glad exactly but she thought it was for the best since you can hardly take care of yourself,’ Harry said harshly and then paused when Fred didn’t say anything. He glanced at him and noticed the picture of George in his hands. A wave of sympathy coursed through him but Hermione was Harry’s priority at the moment. He was here to deal with that, ‘don’t visit her. She needs to get over you and I don’t want you hurting her again.’

Fred stared at Harry and he stared right back. The room temperature seemed to drop suddenly and Fred nearly shivered. Harry wasn’t going to be the first one to look away since he was pretty stubborn. Fred then sighed and dropped his eyes.

‘Ron will go after her,’ he muttered so low that Harry asked him to repeat even though he was standing right there. Fred looked up and said clearly, ‘Ron will go after her since I’m out the way.’

‘And if Hermione wants Ron, you won’t get in her way. Let her choose and let her be happy,’ Harry stated pointing his wand at Fred. Fred got on his feet as Harry advanced with a thunderous look on his face, ‘you hurt her again and just watch to see how I destroy you...’

‘Harry, you’re marrying my sister. She doesn’t want to see us fighting so stop picking sides,’ Fred muttered under his breath as Harry’s wand poked him in the chest, ‘you keep defending Hermione like this and Ginny might think you have feelings for her.’

‘I love Ginny and only her. Hermione is my best friend and I feel like I should be looking out for her since her parents can’t,’ Harry muttered, ‘just stay away from her. Give her some space.’

‘She cheated on me with Malfoy. Did she tell you that before your protective side kicked in?’ spat Fred and judging by the surprise in Harry’s eyes, Hermione hadn’t told him that. Harry lowered his wand a little and shook his head, ‘I’m not lying. I saw all those little messages from Malfoy, the ones that said he enjoyed their kisses. She cheated on me and took away everything that I owned except the clothes on my back!’

‘Despite all that, she’s in the hospital because of you. All I’m asking is for you to stay away from her,’ Harry said and Fred shrugged and nodded, ‘fine. You better come to my wedding with a smile on your face and forget this little chat we had.’

‘I’m coming for my sister,’ Fred said and Harry shrugged.

He turned on his heel and left the room. Fred closed the door behind him and locked it. He could hear him talking to Mrs Weasley down stairs but took no notice. He lay on the bed and stared at George’s picture as his hand stroked the necklace around his neck.