The girls dormitory in the Gryffindor common room was where Hermione was supposed to sleep. The only other person with her was Ginny, who seemed to jump straight into her bed, although Hermione knew she wouldn't sleep. None of them would sleep.

She lightly ran her hands over her bed's curtain. She remembered first meeting her room mates. From the first glance, Hermione wasn't too keen on Lavender Brown. She thought she was a snobby, only cared about fashion sort of girl. She wished she hadn't thought that.

She could remember how Lavender looked when she died. Fenrir Greyback had killed her after Hermione's fruitless attempt to save her. Lavender fell from the balcony and Hermione battled on.

Her mind drifted off to Draco. She never thought of him before the war and how handsome he actually looked. She wished she did. She liked him a lot and thought he was sweet to tell her about his feelings.

The memories of him came rushing back to Hermione. She remembered walking past him when he was smiling and laughing and generally having a good time with his friends. His eyes would lighten up when he smiled his winning, shining smile. He would roll up his sleeves, showing his muscles, when it was too hot.

Hermione drifted off into a comfortable sleep, her thoughts staying on Draco Malfoy.

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Hermione strode over bits and pieces of broken castle, which overtook the ground. She was in the Great Hall, examining the damage. The whole castle was messed up and it seemed like Hermione's whole life was messed up too. She could smell the blood and see it sticking to some surfaces. Their were a number of dead bodies surrounding her...

"Ron..." she whispered, moving over to the dead body.

One by one, she lifted the cover off of the corpses, looking for the right one. All the bodies looked so frigid and felt so cold. She panicked as she couldn't find Ron's body.

"Hey, babe," said a voice. It was a familiar voice and the words amplified the Hall.

Hermione quickly stood up and turned around to see Ron. He looked ghostly. Seriously pale but he had a huge smile across his face. His face was bloody and seeing him made Hermione tear.

"No don't cry," assured the ghost of Ron.

"I miss you..." said Hermione.

She walked forwards and raised her hand to touch his face. Her hand went right through him and Hermione just stared at him, crying.

"How's Harry?" asked Ron.

"Harry?" said Hermione, confused, "He kissed me."

She waited for Ron's reaction but he only smiled, muttering "I know."

"How do you-"

"I saw you, next to the Lake. He was upset because I died and he kissed you. No big deal." Ron leaned down and looked her straight in the eyes, "Harry isn't supposed to be with Ginny. I know he's supposed to be with you and I'd rather you love someone who will always love and care for you."

"Draco said he loved me and I-"

"Shhh." Ron held up a hand to her mouth, "Draco won't take care of you. I know he loves you a lot but he can't take care of you."

"Harry is like a brother to me. I really like Draco." Hermione explained, "Ron, I don't know what to do."

"I love you. Whoever you choose, Harry or Draco, I want you to be happy and I want you to know that I love you."

"But-"

Ron walked back a few paces, still smiling. A bright white light appeared amongst him and he waved before he was engulfed in the light. Hermione kept staring at the place where he disappeared.

"Hey, beautiful."

Draco Malfoy appeared right where Ron disappeared. Hermione widedned her eyes as Harry appeared beside him. Both boys didn't have any cuts or wounds. They held out their hands to Hermione and she took both of them.

"Get up, Hermione," said Harry.

Hermione looked at him, confused. Get up? Wasn't she standing? What did he mean?

"Get up, Hermione," said Harry again.

Hermione jerked awake as cold water sprayed over her face. She coughed and opened her eyes to see Harry, standing by her bed. He looked like he hadn't slept at all. He held out a hand and Hermione stared at it before taking it. He helped her out of bed.

"There's a cermony for the dead. You need to get ready." explained Harry, he frowned at her, "you look pale. You alright?"

"Um..." Hermione looked around and couldn't see Ginny.

"Ginny's downstairs. She's all ready. Mrs Weasley put a dress for you on that chair. Put it on and come downstairs." said Harry.

Harry patted Hermione's arm, awkwardly, and he gave her a fleeting glance before walking out of the room. Hermione let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in. She walked over to the chair and picked up the black dress. Stripping to her underwear, she hesitated before pulling the dress on and checking herself in the mirror.

The dress was black and came to her knees, bows were decorated at the bottom of the dress. Hermione sighed at the thought of funeral. She brushed her hair trying to make it look decent which was a hard job. She used a spell to tie it in a bun on her head and decided not to wear any make up. Why bother? It would run down her face when she cried.

"You look beautiful."

Hermione could see from the mirror that it was Mrs Weasley. She was wearing a black long dress. Her eyes were red around the edges. Hermione couldn't imagine what she must be going through, losing two of her sons. Tears sprouted out of Hermione's eyes at the sight of Mrs Weasley.

"Oh, darling," Mrs Weasley rushed forwards and hugged Hermione.

Mrs Weasley's hug felt motherly to Hermione. She tried to stop crying but the tears wouldn't stop and Mrs Weasley held her until she calmed down.

"Thank you for the dress," said Hermione in between sobs.

"Come on, darling, we need to go." Mrs Weasley pulled back and in a very motherly way she smiled and said, "This'll all be over soon then we can mourn them our own way."

Hermione and Mrs Weasley went downstairs and exited the Gryffindor common room. Mrs Weasley was a comfort to Hermione in many ways. She was like her second mother. They went out into the Hogwarts courtyard and saw that everyone was seated in long rows and all the bodies were at the front. Hermione took her seat, next to Harry, and the cermony started. A priest stood up silently, clasped his hands together and started speaking.

Hermione didn't hear the priest at all. Her eyes roamed through the bodies looking for him. She stopped at Fred's body. How innocent he looked, she imagined that's what he looked like when he was asleep. She liked to think he was sleeping. Looking at Fred made Hermione look for George.

She spotted him beside Percy. Both stared at Fred's body. George was constantly and silently crying. Percy sat still, just staring.

The priest started reading out names alphabetically from a list too long for Hermione's liking. One name would be too long for Hermione. She braced herself as he read the names. Some people burst into tears as their son, daughter, brother or sisters name was read.

"Fred Weasley," said the priest and right after he said, "Ron Weasley."

The Weasley's sobbed, cried out, tightened their jaw to keep a brave face. Hermione clutched Harry's arm and tears fell silently onto her lap. Harry patted her hand, comforting her.

"Would anyone like to speak?" asked the priest.

Some people got up and, in between sobs, they told us about their loss and how great they were and how much they will be missed. Mr Weasley got up for Ron and Fred. He was crying too. This was the first time Hermione had ever see him cry.

"I..." started Mr Weasley, "I wish... I wish I had died instead of Fred and Ron."

There was a outburst of emotion from the Weasley family but Mr Weasley carried on inspite of the cries.

"To think of how their lives would have been. They would be happy with a wife and family. I..." Mr Weasley burst into tears and had to be escorted off the stage.

"Anyone else?" the priest asked.

Harry moved in his seat, uncomfortably. He then raised his hand, clearing his throat, he stood up and went to the stage.

"Ron was my best friend and I would do anything to get him back. Fred always made me laugh even in the darkest of times and we all had a lot of dark times. Lupin and Tonks will never know their child, Teddy. I wish this whole war had never happened and they would all be alive." Harry stopped and looked at Hermione, who nodded her head in appreciation. His gaze turned to Ginny and back to Hermione, "I know Ron loved Hermione... and I would like to think that he knows I can take care of her and I will never let anything bad ever happen to her. Rest in peace all the people who died for me. All the warriors and brave people."

Harry left the stage and walked back to his seat, receiving appreciative pats as he went. He took his seat as the priest started talking. Harry took Hermione's hand and she laid her head on his shoulder.

The priest announced that the bodies will be buried now. Men from the family's of the dead dug out graves by their wand. They said their goodbyes and slowly lowered the bodies into the graves. Cries could probably be heard from miles away as woman and men cried out loud, not bothering to quieten down.

George, Percy, Mr Weasley and Harry dug out four graves for Ron and Fred as Mrs Weasley, Ginny and Hermione said goodbyes. Hermione leaned next to Lupin and Tonk's body. Tears started forming in her eyes at the thought of Teddy, their child. She consoled herself by telling herself that Lupin and Tonks would want their child to know that they died brave and herioic deaths.

Hermione sat next to Fred's body. This was the most shock she felt. Fred Weasley, the master of jokes, had died... Just like that? She took Fred's hand in her's and squeezed, hoping he would regain life and tell her it was his best joke yet, with a cocky grin on his face. He just lay there like a stone statue and Hermione sobbed for him.

Hermione slowly raised her eyes to look at the man she loved. Ron's body lay their all alone as everyone had said their goodbye. Hermione moved over to Ron to allow the Weasley's to say goodbye to Fred. Touching Ron's hand made her cry louder. A hand on her shoulder made her look up and see Harry. He kneeled down beside her and hugged her with one arm.

"Ron," said Harry, addressing the body, "I'll take care of her so you don't have to worry and... I know you would rather that she loves me more than a friend..."

Hermione looked up at Harry, worry lined her face.

"And," continued Harry, "we are together now. I kissed her. I have feelings for her and she has feelings for me. Rest in peace Ron, knowing that she will always be yours but in this world she's mine until the day she dies."

Hermione was too shocked to think or speak. Mr Weasley's hands made her stand up and she watched Ron getting placed inside the dreadful grave.