The battle was won. It was all over. All that was left now was for everyone to pick up the pieces and start on their life. This is where our story of one special witch takes place.

Ron and Hermione walk hand In hand outside the burrow into the field where they could be alone to speak.

"How are you feeling, Ron?" Hermione asked as she and Ron sat side by side under a tree.

"Confused." He responded.

"How so?" she inquired, lightly resting her head on his shoulder.

"It's all over now, and we've lost so much, so many people. Fred for instance." Ron began, Hermione listened actively. "How can we celebrate winning the war when all this death is bringing us down?"

"We all will in our own time." Hermione answered him, knowingly. "We need time to grieve before we can be happy."

"Well," Ron started.

"Hmm?" Hermione replied.

"There is one thing I can't help being happy about."

"What?"

Without saying another word, Ron leaned in to Hermione and softly touched her lips with his. In response she pushed into him gently. Ron's hands slowly traveled to either side of Hermione's face, while hers slid up his chest. The seconds seemed to go by like blissful hours as the two became lost in each other. As they slowly pulled apart they smiled timidly at one another.

"I really do love you, Hermione. I'm sorry that it took me so long to say it." Ron said, in a barely audible tone.

"I love you, too, Ron." Hermione said as she let her head fall onto his chest. Ron wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. "You think they'll be looking for us? I expect your mum will want us to get dressed for the services."

"Yeah." Ron agreed as he lifted himself from the ground and pulled Hermione up as well.

They walked together back inside The Burrow to get dressed. As they went inside, They were met by the rest of the Weasleys. Hermione parted from Ron's side and went upstairs to change. She climbed the stairs and entered the room that she and Ginny shared. She closed the door behind her, which made Ginny jump.

"Where have you been?" Ginny asked.

"With Ron by the lake." she responded.

"I thought you wouldn't be ready in time," said Ginny who was already dressed in a simple black dress.

"I'm really in no hurry. I'm not looking forward to all the crying we'll be doing."

"Yeah, but at least this is it. We can have our closure and They can be at rest."

Hermione nodded and pulled her dress over her head. Her dress was similar to Ginny's, black and simple. She slipped into her shoes and grabbed her handbag. Ginny stood and she and Hermione exited the room to join the rest of the family. They spotted Harry and Ron in a corner looking solemn. Ron looking particularly so. They joined them.

"How are you guys?" Ginny asked.

"As well as can be expected." Harry replied.

"I just can't wait for it to be over." Ron told them. "All the depression is getting to me."

Hermione sat down next to Ron who rested his head on her shoulder. Ginny and Harry left them alone to themselves.

"It'll be okay, Ron. You'll be fine." Hermione said, consolingly.

"I hope you're right Hermione." he replied.

Mrs. Weasley came into the room and everyone followed her outside to the funeral site.

"Ron!" Hermione urged, shaking him. "Ron, your mum says breakfast is ready."

"Imminit." he mumbled.

"Ron, get up!" she attempted one last time. She got an idea. She acted as though she was going to leave the room. When she got to the door way, she turned to Ron's sleeping form and ran towards him, then she pounced.

"UGHF!" Ron groaned. "What's wrong with you?!"

"Well, you wouldn't listen." she said simply. She kissed his nose and went downstairs.

God, he thought to himself, that woman drives me bonkers. Ron got out of bed, gathered his clothing and headed for the shower. After he was clean and dressed he headed downstairs for breakfast. Everyone but Mr. And Mrs. Weasley were sitting at the table. They looked up when Ron sat with them, but continued their meal.

"Where's Mum and Dad?" Ron asked Ginny as he sat.

"She had accidentally set a place for Fred, She started crying and Dad had to take her upstairs for a breather." Ginny replied, gloomily. She exchanged a somber look with Harry. George and Hermione did the same.

"Poor Mum." was all Ron could say.

"She'll be okay," George said, "once she comes to terms with it."

"And you have, George?" Ginny asked before she could stop herself. Ron gave her a reproachful look, then looked to George for an answered anyway.

"Well yeah. At first I really didn't know what I was gonna do with meself." George began. "But then I realized that Fred wouldn't want me or any of us harping on about it. He'd want us to pick up the pieces and get on with our lives. I know it's a little soon, but if loosing Fred has taught me anything it's that life is short and you can't spend it on dwelling on things that you can't change. I can't bring my twin back, so I'm gonna live my life to the fullest for the both of us."

"OK." Ginny replied after a few seconds of silence. Everyone tucked in to breakfast.

Ginny and Harry had been exchanging awkward smiles. It was only a matter of time before they were honest to eachother about how they felt. Ron didn't mind as long as it was on a permanent basis. Ron looked over at Hermione who was engaging George in conversation about the joke shop and what he planned on doing with it.

"Well, I'm going to open it up, I just need help running it. I'm just really not sure who." George confided in her.

"I'm sure Ron would like to help out." Hermione said. "Wouldn't you, Ron?"

Ron nodded, "Yeah."

"What about you, Hermione?" George asked her.

"Well, to be honest with you, I was thinking of joining the Wizzarding Legal Department." Hermione confessed. "I wrote to Kingsley and he told me that they'd allow me into the program even though I didn't finish my seventh year.

"The same with me and my Auror training." Harry piped up as he joined the conversation.

"Yeah. Well, they kinda owe it to you, I think." Ginny stated.

"Yeah." Hermione agreed. "Come to think of it, all the kids in our year were extended jobs by the Ministry or Ministry aid with job placement because of the war."

"As well they should." came the tired voice of Mr. Weasley.

"Hi Dad. How's Mum?" Ginny said to her father.

"She'll be okay, Ginny." Arthur assured her. Ginny nodded in reply. "So the Legal Department, Hermione?"

"Oh yes, sir." Hermione gushed. "I'd really like to do good for the wizzarding world. You know? Help make a change."

Mr. Weasley beamed at Hermione as he took the empty seat next to Ron. He was very happy that even though she had already fought admirably in the war, she wasn't ready to stop fighting for what was right. His youngest son really picked a winner.

"Ginny?" Harry asked.

She turned her attention to him.

"I was wondering if you'd like to go to Diagon Alley with me later on today. If you haven't got anything planned."

"Yeah, it'll do good to get out of the house." Ginny agreed.

After breakfast was over, everyone went about their own activities. Harry and Ginny went to Diagon Alley. George tagged along, but only to go to his flat above the shop. He knew that he had to face being in that flat without Fred and he'd rather do it alone.

Arthur had gone upstairs to be with heavily grieving wife. Leaving Ron and Hermione alone to themselves. Ron was sitting in his bedroom when there was a knock at his door.

"Come in." he said in the door's direction. The door opened to reveal a very wet Hermione. Her black tank top clung to her body in it's dampness and her hair curled in dripping locks. Ron stared at her, bewildered.

"Fell in the pond." she explained with a shrug.

"Ah," was all he could manage to get out. As he took in her silliness he couldn't pass up how absolutely sexy she looked dripping with water. Her already form-fitting blue jeans fit even more snugly than they should. He had to hug his knees to hide the effect that she had on him.

When she noticed his retreat, Hermione simply stated, "I thought you would find it funny."

"Oh, no, yeah." Ron stumbled. "It is funny. I'm just not in a very ha-ha kind of mood, you know?"

"Yeah." Hermione chuckled. "I'm gonna go change."

"You do that." Ron replied. As soon as she was gone, Ron Apperated to the bathroom to fix his situation.

When Hermione was dry, she went looking for Ron. She found him sitting in the sitting room reading a book. This shocked Hermione as she had never seen Ron willingly read anything. As she approached him, she realized that he was reading Hogwarts a History.

"Ron?" she asked him.

"Yeah," he responded not looking up.

"What are you doing?"

"Reading," he replied, simply.

"I can see that," Hermione said, stationing herself next to him. "But why are you reading?"

"Felt like it." Ron told her. "Thought I'd broaden my horizon."

"Oh, that makes sense." she said, resting her head on his shoulder. They spent a quiet moment on the couch. Hermione enjoyed being in Ron's company and Ron was only too happy to oblige her.

"Hermione?" came Ron's voice, breaking the silence.

"Yeah?"

"When are you going to fetch your parents?"

"Next week." She told him. "I've been procrastinating."

"Are you worried about how they'll take it?"

"Extremely."

"Don't worry, Love." Ron comforted her. "I'm sure they'll understand. What with the war and all."

"I hope your right."

Ron closed his book and took Hermione in his arms. She loved the way his arms felt around her. It was where she felt the safest. Ron loved the feeling of having her in his arms. She was so soft and so warm. She smelled so lovely. Ron figured all girls smelled nice but the way Hermione smelled was just intoxicating.

Harry and Ginny walked about Diagon Alley looking at the shops. George had gone off to his joke shop to face is fears. Ginny begged him to let her come with him but he said he had to do it himself. She admitted defeat and let him to it.

"He'll be fine, Ginny." Harry told her as he laced his fingers with hers.

"I just don't think he should be in that flat by himself." Ginny said, unconvinced of her brother's welfare.

"Well, he kind of lives there, Ginny." Harry said.

"I'm aware of that, Harry." she said, giving him a look.

Harry just shook his head. He decided not to bother tying to sway her opinion. Ginerva Weasley was as headstrong as they come. When she had her mind made up, that was it. No questions asked. So Harry just opted towards leading her to a certain shop that he had been in contact with over the past couple of days. He would look at her every now and again and would smile to himself about how unsuspecting she was.

"Let's go in here." Harry said pushing open a door to a shop. Ginny went inside as he held the door open for her. She began to realize that it was a jewelry store.

"Ah, Mr. Potter," The shop clerk addressed Harry.

"Hello, sir." Harry replied.

Ginny looked up at Harry. What's he planning? She asked herself. Harry and this man seemed to have some sort of arrangement. Ginny's brow furrowed as she wondered what it could be. The shop clerk reached behind the counter and pulled out a velvety box that was similar to a wand box. He handed it to Harry and smiled. Ginny looked from one man to the other trying to read their faces.

"So I presume that it looks likes the picture, then?" Harry asked.

"Yes sir, Mr. Potter, sir." The clerk assured Harry. "You've got your Galleon's worth there."

"Thank, you, sir." Harry said to him. The clerk nodded and Harry took Ginny's hand and led her out of the store. Harry pocketed the box and led her to an area where restaurants and diners met. Harry and Ginny sat at a table. Ginny looked at Harry studying him, not wanting to ask him what he bought.

"Close your eyes, Ginerva." Harry said.

"Harry, what's going on?" Ginny asked him.

"Just do it, please." Harry asked. She complied. Harry stood behind her and opened the box. He took out a white-gold necklace with a heart shaped pendant to match. Ginny felt the cold metal touch her warm skin as Harry put the chain around her neck. Her hand instantly touched it and she realized what it was. She felt tears well in her eyes as she slipped her hand in her bag and pulled out a mirror. Not that she was vain in any way, but it wouldn't do to have food in one's teeth and not know about it, since you can't trust a boy to tell you any such thing. She looked at her neck to see a tiny, thin white-gold heart lying on her chest as if it were a second layer. It just kind of looked like it belonged there. In the prettiest cursive, it read : G+H.

"It's a going away gift." Harry explained to her.

"Harry, it's beautiful." Ginny choked. "I don't know what to say."

"Just knowing that you like it is good enough for me." Harry chuckled. "Besides, it's really for my own benefit."

"Why is that?" Ginny inquired.

Harry pulled Ginny into his arms from behind.

"So all those blokes at school know that this lass is mine." Harry whispered into her ear. Ginny moved her face into his and smiled.

"I am yours, Harry. Fully and completely." Ginny assured him. "You needn't worry about that."

George made his way to the flat that he once shared with his twin brother. He dared himself to sit on Fred's bed. He felt hot tears slide down his face as he did so. He thought of all the times he and Fred had together. Both in this flat, and growing up. He began to cry harder.

"Just what exactly are you blubbering about?" He heard a voice say. George looked up to see Fred standing in front of him. "And furthermore, what are you doing on my bed? You know that irritates me."

"Fred?" George asked astoundedly.

"No," Fred replied, giving George a look. "Aunt Muriel."

George couldn't help but laugh at his brother's humor.

"Are you going to answer my questions?" Fred asked.

"What?"

"What are you blubbering about?"

"Well... you."

"Me?" Fred asked pointing at himself. "Well, stop it. I'm fine George. Never better. I mean, I miss you lot and all, but life doesn't compare to how it is up here."

"Up here?" George asked accusingly.

"Shut up!" Fred laughed. "I know we weren't perfect angels, but I wasn't that bad. Look, my time here is very limited. I just came here to tell you that I'm fine."

"Well if that's the case, then I hope you don't mind me telling you that I love you." George said.

"You're my twin, George, I know that. But if it helps you sleep at night, I love you, too." Fred looked as though he was about to exit, but he stopped. "By the way, it's only a matter of time before Harry starts blaming himself, if he hasn't already started. Tell him that I said it was not his fault."

"No problem." George agreed.

"Oh, and wipe your face, you look a mess." Fred said before he disappeared.