She turned back around and continued her sprint away from the mistake she just made. Why did she let him do it?!

She heard him call her name one last time before she disappeared around a corner. Hermione knew damn well that what she was about to do was stupid and careless. But most of all it was cowardly, heartless and unforgivable.

She dug deep into her battered, bottomless bag and pulled out the gold time turner she used in her third year to save Buckbeak. She completely forgot about it. She knew of Harry, Ron or anyone else knew she was about to do this they would probably hex her then and there.

How many years? One? Two? Seven? Her whole life? She needed to go back. Needed to change things, needed to stop things. She needed to run away. Hermione Granger needed to runaway!

Hermione placed her blood and mud-coverd hands on top of the small buttons ready to turn until-

"Hermione?"

She looked up and saw the familiar ginger hair she had gotten so used to being around that she automatically assumed that it was Ronald. But it wasn't. She looked back up to see Fred Weasley standing no more to meters away from her. Hermione expected him to be looking at her in anger and outrage, but he wasn't. His face almost showed recognition and there was a spark of hope in his eyes. Only one of the Weasley twins could have a single good thought during a time like this she thought.

"Fred....I- I'm.....it's not what it looks like!" She was lost for words. This war was really getting to her, at least more than she thought.

Surprisingly,  Fred just took a step closer to Hermione and gently tugged the small object out her hands and she heard it drop to the floor with a small clink.

"It's okay. I understand." He simply said. He looked at Hermione in the eyes and said; " You really are beautiful. You know that?"

Hermione couldn't stop the smile that tugged at her lips. Then, without warning or a single hesitation, Fred pulled Hermione's lips to his. It was a soft, gentle kiss, full of love and happiness. But, Hermione couldn't help the sinking feeling that she will never get to relive this moment. Especially not with the goofball standing right in front of her.

After about three seconds, Fred pulled away. He looked her deep in the eyes ready to tell Hermione how he really felt.

"I love you. Always have. Always will. "

Those words pierced her heart with love, as if Cupid had just shot her. At this very moment Hermione was at her happiest since this war began.

Hermione's own reply shocked her the most. She pulled him down and kissed him again. But it wasn't like the last one; this one was speedy and passionate. Their souls combined and their lips moved in time with each other. All the memories of her and Fred being in the same room fogged up her vision and her heart tugged through her chest, aching to jump into Fred's arms.

Slowly, she pulled away, still in Fred's embrace. "Fred....I....I..." She knew the words, they just didn't seem to come a out. As if they knew once she said it she would regret it and it will haunt her.

"I know." He seemed to know the words she ment to say. "I love you too." He simply replied. Gave her one last, quick peck on the lips and ran off back into the battle field.

Hermione was left there, completely baffled by what had just happened. She knew she loved him, she has known for years now. And if she was to lose him today in the war, happening just around the corner, it would kill her. She would be heart broken.

She slid down a broken down wall crumpling into a ball at the bottom. She couldn't stop the hot tears that escaped her eyes. Although, Hermione didn't know the reason she began to cry, she did known that it had something to do with the certain Weasley twin she just bumped into.

It had been a while until she realised that she had to get back out there and fight for her life, her friends, her school, her community and most importantly, well to her at this moment, Fred Weasley.

Regaining her posture and Gryffindor courage, Hermione took a deep breath in and ran back into the war zone. She looked around the wall and to her surprise, it was empty. Deserted. No people or Death Eaters to been seen. Where did they all go?

Running to the Great Hall, Hermione saw Harry and Ron standing nervosuly at the doors. Giving Ron an awkward smile and Harry a reasurring hand on the shoulder, they all knew what they were about to see would change it all.

She stepped forward and pushed the doors open with all her strength. Once they were fully open she nearly fell back at what she was suddenly looking at.

The hall was filled with students, teachers and members of the Ministry. There were so many wizards and witches running around trying to aid the hurt.

Thankfully, Hermione could not see any of her friends dangerously injured; many had cuts, gashes and bruises but that was the extent.

To the right of her, she saw fellow classmates and friends sitting on benches (none of the Slytherin's were in sight except for a few crying first years); some crying, some wearily laughing at pathetic jokes and some just sitting frozen. On the left were the severely injured. Those whose injured needed to be attended to by Madam Pomfrey - those who had lost too much blood...

Further on, chocked up, Hermione cried a few tears. On the floor, laying down on blankets, hand-in-hand were Lupin and Tonks. So peaceful that they looked like they were sleeping. Their son, Teddy, only a see weeks old, never to be brought up by his parents - but live in the memory of their brace and righteous acts.

This was such a strange sight to see. But, over all the heads she only looked for one. The one that owned her heart.

Carried forward by Harry's caring hand, her body willed her forward until she heard a grief-shattering tears. Hermione stood up on the balls on her feet to see where it had some from. She wished she had not. Ron pushed passed students walking by and dived over to a body lying on the floor.

His ginger locks curled over his contoured face, his clothes bloody from fighting, his hands wet with his family's tears. Molly Weasley say crying tears upon tears at the sight of her dead son. Ron, elated a few minutes ago at destroying a horcrux, was now full of anger and grief.

Hermione looked at the Weasley family members. Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, and Percy were not standing there; feeling a tug at her heart, any of the brothers could be lying there at this moment.

Fred circled around in her mind; she remembered his tender-loving kiss, his soft, ginger curls, and his mischievous eyes. Deep down, Hermione knew someone close to her had - she couldn't even think about it - but she pushed that thought out of her mind.

"Who d-di-died, Harry?" Hermione barely spluttered. "I don't want to look..."

"It's F-Fred..." Harry whispered, as Hermione fell into his arms not being able to be supported by her own legs. "It will be alright Hermione, it will be alright..."