Hermione sucked in a sharp breath. The wind was cold, so cold. It was nearly summer, it shouldn't be this cold. She couldn't see Molly but she could hear the woman's cries at they lowered Fred's casket into the ground. Beside her Ron clutched her hand so tightly she knew she would bruise. On her other side, Harry stood stoically, his arm around Ginny's sobbing form. Hermione chanced a glance along the row of Weasley's standing by the grave and her eyes locked with George's. Like everyone else, tears streamed down his face but she smiled slightly as he winked at her the moment before the fireworks exploded
A/N I might put all my drabbles together in a 'story' one day but until then enjoy them on their own.