I do not own these characters...JKR does...:D
Ron Weasley and Harry Potter stood in their room, putting the last of their somber attire on. Ron fumbled with his tie, his fingers seemingly numb as he attempted to create a knot. Frustrated, he stopped, rubbing his eyes as if tired to hide the tears that were forming. Harry looked at him, tears of his own forming behind his trademark glasses.
"It'll be okay, Ron," he said, not really believing himself. He sat on the bed and swallowed the lump forming. Ron looked at him, his face flushed from silent crying.
"You don't understand, Harry," he said, looking out the window to the courtyard below. Masses of students from every house were dressed in dark colors. There were no bright Gryffindor oranges or Slytherin greens to be seen, only a sea of black and gray.
"Ron, I do understand. You liked her. We all did. She was a great person," Harry said, trying to comfort Ron the best he could. Harry knew the pain of losing a loved one. He had lost both his parents not long after birth. Since he couldn't remember them very well however, the death of Hermione hit him pretty hard also. He remembered the day he had met both of his best friends. They had helped fill a void he had felt for so long.
"No, Harry," Ron said, walking over to the bed, "It wasn't just that I liked her. I loved her, and I never got to tell her that and now she is gone. I just don't understand how someone so smart could mess up such a simple potion. She knew the differnce between dragon's blood and mermaid blood." Anger was entering his voice, anger directed toward Hermione's mind slip. Harry looked at Ron, knowing he was right. Hermione was the smartest girl in their level, probably even the entire school of Hogwarts, not including Dumbledore himself. She had had a bright future ahead of her and now it was gone.
"I know, Ron. Why don't you try telling her at the funeral? Maybe she is a ghost now and attending it with Moaning Myrtle," he said, smiling weakly. Ron just stared at him, grief stricken pain across his face.
"Come on. We're going to be late," Ron said, walking slowly out of the room through the chamber opening. Harry rose from the bed and followed slowly, thinking of what he would say at Hermione's funeral also.
Hermione watched from Harry's bed as the boys walked out of the room. She smiled, thining about what Ron had said. She quickly rose silently from the bed and followed the boys down the changing staircases to her funeral. She shook her head, playing the phrase over in her mind. " Her funeral." She walked past the potraits that smiled sadly as she walked past. She smiled back and continued on her way, gliding past groups of people that were all crying or talking about her. Unlike the other ghosts at Hogwarts, Hermione was still invisible to others. She would stay that way for some time. Even though she was invisible, the other ghosts and painting could still see her as well as Dumbledore for he could see everything.
This is my first fanfic so please be nice! Please read and review!!!! And i know its short but it seemed ALOT longer....