Disclaimer: As much as I would love to say that I own Fred Weasley, I tragically don't. I do not own any of the characters related to Harry Potter, and I never will.

Author's Note: So, this Fanfiction of mine is now being turned in as a school assignment, so it will be finished by tonight. Just thought you should know. Read and Review. This is the second to last chapter of this story.

Chapter Twenty: When Voldemort's Away

It was late in the Gryffindor common room. Everyone had gone to bed after an exhausting day at Harry Potter's funeral. The stress of thinking that their savior was dead, and then the stress from watching him pop out of his casket had taken a toll on every one. Gryffindors, Slytherins, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws alike were all in bed trying to recuperate.

Harry laid on his back up in the Boys' Dormitory, unable to sleep. The last time he went to sleep he didn't wake up for a few months. Harry had no intention of going to sleep for at least another day. The irrational fear that he wouldn't wake up plagued him, so he stared at the ceiling. Until he heard snoring coming from the common room. If for some reason his body did attempt to sleep, he knew he'd never be able to with the noises coming from downstairs. He was a light sleeper, so in order to save his body the aggravation he got out of bed and went downstairs to see what was up.

Harry put on some socks to keep his feet warm, and grabbed a polar fleece pullover that was hanging off of his bed. After letting his body heat up, he was ready to go downstairs.

He expected to find someone sleeping, snoring as loud as a car. What he didn't expect to see was Fred and Hermione asleep together on the couch. Fred lay on the outer part of the couch on his back. His left arm was crossed over his stomach and his left leg was threatening to fall off the side of the couch. Hermione slept on her stomach, her right arm over his stomach and her fingers intertwined with his. Her head lay comfortably on his chest, and both Hermione and Fred appeared to have a smile on their face as they slept.

It was still weird for Harry to accept that Hermione was into Fred. He had always thought that she and Ron were destined to be together. Things don't always turn out the way they seem, and Harry was going to have to accept this.

Harry walked around to the front of the couch. Books were scattered across the floor. Pages were bent, as if they were thrown onto the floor and fell open. Hermione wouldn't willingly throw a book or damage it in anyway, but Fred would. Harry cringed as the thought struck him… Hermione trying to study and Fred… distracting her. Yeesh, it was creepy. He'd just have to accept it and comfort Ron while he got over Hermione.

In any case, Harry decided to leave the two lovebirds alone. They were happy, and from the stories Ron had told him earlier, Fred had gone absolutely crazy in the last couple of months. He needed a rock to hold him up, and Hermione appeared to be that rock. He would deal with the goo-goo eyes, the kissing, the flirting. As long as it made both of them happy, he would deal with it.

Before Harry went back upstairs to his room to continue staring at the ceiling, a thought entered his mind that made him laugh. When Voldemort's away, Fred and Hermione will play.

The End

Author's Note: I'm sorry for the lame last sentence. I just couldn't think of anything else.