Author's Note: So I have decided to take an adventure. One that will probably take a long time to write, longer than Moon Shines Red, I mean this could possibly even take years. I've felt for a long time like I had a hard time committing to a full length story. Reading back on MSR there are points where I can tell I rushed because I was stuck and it was giving me anxiety to not get a chapter posted for its readers.

On this one I will be taking my time and not rushing anything. Especially because I'm crafting this from an idea I got from a song I made my own meaning to. Calls Me Home by Shannon LaBrie. It's a love triangle I haven't tried before, with a couple that I'm really new to and a couple that I feel confident and comfortable writing.

Anyways I hope you enjoy and I hope that you can all bear with me on updates. Unlike my other stories, the only thing I have written for this is a three page idea in the beginning of the middle. No more than that and I'm sure when I get to that point even that idea will be edited by that time.

I am so open to ideas and suggestions from all of you because I'm not even sure how I'm going to end the story. I'm not even sure who Hermione will end up with in the end. I just hope that you all will stay with me until then.

Cinnamon

Everything in Italics are Fred's thoughts.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Even though lately I really wish I owned James Phelps.

Fred's POV

Everything was dark, too dark. Just a moment ago I was teasing Percy about making a joke for the first time since he was little, and then everything went black. But not the kind of black where you're dead, this was really dark, but extremely noisy.

I hear Percy cry out and felt someone grab my body and hold it close. That same someone must have been crying because I can feel wet warm tears on my face. Or maybe those were mine?

"He's dead." Percy exclaimed, his voice close, it must have been him who was holding me.

"No I'm not." I think. But I couldn't open my eyes, or move my body, and everything was still so dark.

I hear Ron cry out next to us and then I hear the sound of someone collapsing. Someone grabs my hand and gives it a quick squeeze before pulling their hand away.

As I hear the sound of the only female that was in the corridor with us cry it makes my breath catch.

"Hermione, I'm not dead. Come closer and you will see, you of all people will notice that I'm not dead."

I feel someone picking my body up and the voices belonging to Harry, Hermione and Ron grow more faint.

"No! No bring me back to Hermione you dolts! I'm not dead!"

It's frustrating that I can't move my body. I try so hard but nothing works, I can feel my chest breathing shallow breaths. But it's barely rising up and down, it's not enough for anyone to notice. I feel cold. Everything feels cold.

I can hear the battle raging on around us. I feel them laying me down on the ground. From listening to the voices around me I gather they've taken me to the Great Hall. I can hear the voices of Mum and Dad, Ginny and finally George.

"Stop making those awful noises George. I'm not dead. Any minute now someone is going to notice that I'm still breathing, and you are going to laugh, and we will laugh about this years later after this is all over."

I hear shouting. Footsteps running away from my body. Then it's quiet again. It's quiet and dark, and the only noises I can hear are coming from the other people who are crying out in pain and the people who are trying to heal them.

"Someone, anyone, please notice that I'm breathing. If you declare me dead and bury me alive I swear I will come back to haunt you all."

There were spells flying everywhere that Hermione and Ron were dodging, both wondering what had happened to Harry. He had left to go to the forest on his own and hadn't come back, what if he would never come back?

Hermione was so lost in thought that she barely registered that Yaxley was pointing his wand at her and opening his mouth to utter a spell. She saw it coming towards her once it had been cast, everything seemed like it moved in slow motion, then she was knocked to the ground by a strong force that felt like a warm body. She barely registered the person shouting the killing curse towards Yaxley.

She opened her eyes and watched as the light left the Death Eaters eyes as he fell to the ground. She faintly heard Ron's voice in the background calling her name. If it hadn't been him to save her then who had it been?

She looked up and gasped in surprise. Grey eyes met amber ones as Draco Malfoy pulled her up with him. He had one hand on her arm, pulling her weight up, and another around her waist.

"Careful Granger, wouldn't want to make it all this way to die by the hands of a lowly Death Eater now would you?" He smirked his trademark grin at her.

She just stared at him, gaping like a fish out of water. He released her and disappeared as Ron made it back to her side.

"What was that?!" He shouted at her.

"I have no idea." She shook her head.

She flinched as another curse flew past her. Ron grabbed her by the elbow and they quickly ran towards where their fellow Gryffindors were fighting a throng of dark magical creatures.

It was over, they had won, Harry had won. The trio was walking back into the Great Hall, looking for the rest of the Weasley family. They noticed all the red head's surrounding Fred's body and grieving over him. Ron ran over to them and engulfed Molly in a hug. Ginny saw them and ran to Harry.

Hermione walked slowly over to where George was standing. She reached up and put a hand on his shoulder and he turned to look at her, giving her a half hug. She looked down at Fred and felt a fresh batch of tears making their way down her face. He nudged her forward, as if silently telling her to go ahead and say her goodbyes. She slowly knelt next to Fred's body and shakily laid a hand over his arm.

Fred's POV

I can hear my whole family crying over me. If anyone would stop crying long enough to notice my chest is still moving. Damn for wearing a jacket over a sweater over a shirt. Stupid layers.

I feel her presence all of a sudden. I know it's her because she has that familiar scent of vanilla and spearmint. I'd grown to love that scent over the last few years. The scent gets stronger and I feel her kneel next to me, she lays a hand on my arm.

"I'm really really glad you made it Hermione. I'm so glad you all did. But now I really need you to come closer and notice I'm still alive!"

She sighs a deep sigh and it sounds shaky like she's crying.

"I'm so sorry Fred, for always yelling at you and George, for always being so uptight, for threatening to tell your Mother when you were testing products on first years. I never would have really gone through with it you know? In all honesty I thought your guys' inventions were really brilliant. I thought you were brilliant. I never would have gathered the courage to tell you though." She squeezes my arm gently.

I always knew she had a soft spot for George and I. Honestly I've had a soft spot for her for a few years now, not that I would ever admit it out loud. She had always been Ron's and George had always been quick to remind me of that. I could feel her lean closer and her voice came out lower, like a whisper.

"I never thought I would get the chance to say this, and now there's no chance of you ever hearing it. But ever since my fifth year I've thought you were more than brilliant Fred. I know nothing would have ever come of it, I know I'm not exactly your type. But I had to say it, just this once."

She fancies me?! I always thought she fancied Ron, everyone thought she fancied Ron.

"I always thought it was Ron you wanted. I never thought you would go for a guy like me, I thought I annoyed you too much. If I would have known sooner Hermione, maybe something could have happened. Maybe something still can, but you have to pull your brilliant mind together long enough to notice I'm still alive."

I feel her shift, and then feel her warm lips press against my temple. They are quickly pulled away however and I hear her gasp in shock.

"Atta girl."

"He's still warm. Too warm." I hear her mutter.

"What did you say?" I hear George.

She moves quickly and grabs my arm, pulling back all the layers and pressing two fingers to my wrist.

"Hermione what are you doing?" I hear Ron ask.

"He's not cold. He's been dead for hours he should be cold. Merlin, he has a pulse!" She shouts.

"Ding ding ding. I could kiss you right now you brilliant witch you."

"Hermione don't be daft, that's not funny." Ron says roughly. If I could glare at him right now I would.

I feel her moving against me to stand. She's replaced by another body who I assume is George. He's making those noises again.

She's shouting for a Healer, and suddenly there's hands pulling at me and I'm being levitated. I briefly hear someone say something about St. Mungos.

"It's about bloody time."

Hermione walked into the small dark room in St. Mungos and sighed. It had been three days since the final battle and Fred still hadn't woken up. They had been successful in stabilizing him and while he wasn't hooked up to as many machines as he would have been in the Muggle world, he was still hooked up to one that was monitoring his heart. The soft beeping of it the only sound in the room.

Ron looked up at her from where he was sitting by the bed. Ginny was asleep in an armchair on the other side of bed. Harry followed Hermione into the room and instantly went to Ginny's side.

"I'm going to take her home." He said, as he picked her up carefully. Ron and Hermione nodded to him and Hermione moved to take the now empty chair.

"You should get some rest too Ron." She said softly.

"I told George I would wait until he came back." He said.

"I don't mind staying until George comes back. It won't do Fred any good if you guys are all on edge and tired when he wakes up."

"If he wakes up."

Hermione's eyes softened at Ron's response. She looked at the redheaded man in the bed who was breathing softly, although now much more visible.

"He will Ron."

Fred's POV

I smell her as she walks into the room again. She's been here often, with the rest of the family. All I can think about when she's near is her confession, that and the fact that she saved my life. It hasn't been lost on me that if she hadn't felt the way she did about me she would be have never leaned in to make her confession, would have never kissed my temple, she would have never realized that I was still alive. I can hear her talking softly with Ron whose being a git about me waking up. Always the pessimist he is.

"Are you sure you're ok with me leaving?" Ron asks her.

"I really don't mind. You're falling asleep in your chair. You'll sleep better in your own bed." She says back to him.

I hear the scrape of a chair pushing back and the sounds of clothing on clothing which means they must be hugging. I hear Ron's retreating footsteps, then they stop, as if he decided not to go.

"Hermione, we haven't really had a chance to talk. You know, about the kiss." He says.

I can hear her sharp intake of breath and an overwhelming jealous feeling comes over me.

"When did you kiss?! I thought you just admitted you had feelings for me and now your kissing my brother? And you Ron, keep your mitts off my girl!"

"Ron look-"

"It was a mistake, I know. It felt all sorts of wrong, like kissing my sister." Ron cuts her off.

I hear a small sniffle come from where she's sitting on the side of my bed.

"Was that not what you were going to say? Bloody hell Hermione-"

Ron was never one with words, especially when it came to her. I hear her laugh through her tears.

"No Ron you're right! I'm so glad you feel the same way. I was so worried, we got so caught up in the moment, and afterwards I felt…nothing. I didn't want it to ruin our friendship." She cut him off.

The jealous feeling started slowly creeping back. It's not like I had any claim on her. I would have never acted on the feelings I held towards her, I just pushed them down and tried to forget about them from the moment they started, because we had all thought that she was going to end up with Ron.

But now, now everything was different because she had admitted that she liked me back. Even if she didn't know how I felt, or the fact that I actually had heard everything she said.

"Nothing could ever ruin our friendship 'Mione." Ron said.

I can hear the door opening and then it's just us, and I wish to Merlin I could speak out loud. I feel her grab my hand and squeeze it gently.

"Oh Fred I wish you would wake up, I would have liked to say goodbye properly." She says so softly it's a whisper.

"What do you mean goodbye? Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm going to be leaving to Australia to go find my parents. It could take a few days, or it could take a few months. Either way I won't be here when you wake up, and you will wake up Fred Weasley." She continued.

"Yes I will wake up, as soon as I can figure out how to. I understand having to go find your parents but can't it wait just a little longer? I don't want you to leave. Not when you've just told me how you feel. I need you here Hermione."

"I feel silly now I went and admitted my feelings to you. Not that you could hear me, but now I'll have to live knowing that I still told you. Facing you when I come back, it's going to be so awkward." She says with a small laugh.

"It won't be awkward at all. I feel the same way as you do love."

"Katie will be coming to see you later today. Her and Angelina are supposed to coming with George. She felt out of place asking to see you, but George thought you would be ecstatic to see her, if you were awake."

"Katie? Katie and I are just friends. There is nothing more there Hermione. Don't read too much into it. George didn't mean it the way you took it. He knows how I feel about you."

"Anyways, they should be here soon. I'll go when they get here. I just really wanted the chance to tell you goodbye before I left."

She squeezes my hand again and I start to feel panicked. I don't want her to go. I feel her get out of her chair, still holding my hand, and I feel a weight on the side of the bed where she sits.

She's still for a moment, and then I feel her brush my hair out of my eyes right before I feel the soft press of her lips against mine. It's a feather light kiss but a kiss all the same.

I hear the door open, abruptly ending our moment that she wasn't even aware I was fully enjoying. The weight from her sitting on the bed is removed and I can hear the voices of Angelina and Katie as they come closer.

I try and listen through them to hear what she's saying to George, but all I can pick out is him telling her he wishes that she would stay, and a firm decision on her end to go.

I have never felt so completely hopeless in my entire life.

4 months later

Fred had been moved to a slightly larger room that was private, and allowed him to have visitors at all times of the day or night. The room, on this particular afternoon, was filled with the entire Weasley family and Harry.

Molly was sitting in the corner knitting a new sweater for Fred, while Arthur was chatting with Percy next to her about work at the Ministry. George and Charlie were discussing George opening the shop back up, while Harry was with Ron and Ginny all huddled around Fred's bed.

Everyone had gone back to their jobs and Harry and Ron had joined the Auror's program. Ginny had decided to go back to Hogwarts when it reopened to finish out her schooling. Something they had all agreed Hermione would have liked to do.

But it had been four months and they hadn't heard much from her except for the occasional owl. She had found her parents but hadn't restored their memories yet. Ron had begged her to come back once she had found out her parents were ok, but she would barely acknowledge anything that anyone wrote in a letter.

Everyone had found it quite odd. Harry had discussed going down there to find her but she had been adamant about no one going there to try and retrieve her, telling them that she would be back when she felt the time was right.

The machine that Fred had been hooked to for the last four months made a high pitched beeping noise that caught everyones attention and the room fell silent. After a few seconds it started making the sound more rapidly and Harry jumped up when Fred's hand twitched.

"He moved!" He yelled out.

Arthur moved towards the door and shouted down the hall for a Healer as the rest of the family crowded around the bed. Fred's hand twitched again and Molly cried out.

"Fred! My boy! Come back to us!" She cried as she grabbed his hand and held it in hers.

"H…m…e." It was as soft as a whisper and no one understood what it was, but it had come from Fred.

They made a gap to allow the Healer to walk through as he came into the room. He started checking the monitor that Fred was hooked up to and started performing some spells to check his vitals.

"Her..mi…e." Fred tried again, his voice sounded scratchy and Ginny poured a glass of water and handed it to the Healer who brought the glass to Fred's lips.

"Fred! Can you hear us?!" George yelled.

Fred's face scrunched up and he brought a hand up to his head. He opened his mouth again to try and speak but no words came out.

"Everyone quiet! He's trying to say something." The Healer shushed everyone.

All eyes were on Fred and everyone's ears were straining to hear the first words he would be speaking in months.

"Hermione." It was a soft whisper, but it raised a lot of eyebrows.

"Did he just say what I think he said?" Ron asked. Harry and Ginny nodded in response.

"Hermione…where is Hermione?"

Author's Note: Yes where is Hermione? Please review! :)