You missed him, you missed him more than anything even though it had been a good two years or so since the whole thing happened.

George had moved on; he had gotten married to Angelina, who was a lovely girl and was your best bet at a sisterly friend. You had Ginny and Hermione too, as you were the same age as the Golden Trio, but ever since Fred passed you had preferred to be on your own at times.

It wasn't that you didn't want to see your friends, it's just that they all reminded you of Fred in some way and despite two years having passed, you still weren't over his death.

You had been going to Fred's grave pretty much every month, on the day of his death even though it wasn't like the special anniversaries or anything.

You had never really moved on, you had never even tried.

Most nights you could sleep pretty easily, to start with you had pretty bad nightmares which was expected, and all you would see would be Fred's face as he told you he loved you for the last time.

However, for some reason sleep was not treating you nicely and you had been left just lying in bed, thinking of practically anything and everything.

You had gotten up to go and get a drink from the kitchen, and when you returned to your bedroom you saw someone you never thought you would see again.

"WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING HERE" you yelled, at your boyfriend who you thought was deceased "I SAW YOU DIE IN FRONT OF ME" you shouted, the memory still too fresh in your mind "I WAS AT YOUR FUNERAL" you exclaimed, not wanting to believe your eyes "I SAW THEM PUT YOUR COFFIN IN THE GROUND" you continued to raise your voice.

Fred sighed, and slowly started to walk towards you "Look Love-" Fred started to speak but you cut him off.

"Don't you dare 'Love' me Weasley" you told him with a stern look on your face "You died in front of me, I watched I happen – you better have one damn good explanation" you said, slightly apprehensively but with just the right amount of pissed off-ness.

Once again, Fred sighed and then proceeded to explain why he had faked his death. It was something along the lines of he believed you could do better, and you didn't deserve to be swept up by his crazy family and everyone else because he thought that he was nowhere near good enough for you.

Obviously, he was unbelievably wrong and before you let him say anything else, you slapped him right across the face "YOU BLOODY ASSHOLE" you yelled and Fred looked surprised "WHY THE HELL DID I EVEN MISS YOU – YOU WEREN'T EVEN DEAD" you were more annoyed at yourself instead of Fred.

You stopped yelling when you saw the smirk on Fred's face, when Fred realised you had stopped he reached out for your hand and pulled you towards the bed.

"You missed me. Yeah, that's right, I saw you go to visit my grave every day, admit it"

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Written by Hannah.