"Ginny, sh, sh, sh. Ginny, it'll be okay. Oh Ginny. I am so sorry," Harry Potter held Ginny Weasley in his arms as they sat in the Burrow, the night following the battle of Hogwarts.
"Harry, they're gone. Harry. Harry," she wailed into his neck. Harry solemnly put his head down on hers and cried quietly. Next to them, Ron and Hermione sat on the couch, talking quietly. "I can't believe he's gone. He's my brother," Ron reached around Hermione and hugged her closer. Molly and Arthur sat with George on the stairs.
"Tonks and Remus, too," George muttered. Arthur and Molly flinched at the sound of their friends names. Teddy cried and turned his hair blue, Molly comforted the new baby.
"Colin and Lavender," Percy sat on a chair opposite the couch, next to Charlie. Bill and Fleur walked in holding hands sadly.
"Snape, too," Harry spoke up.
"But don't forget, through all of our loss," Ginny adjusted around Harry, "we defeated Voldemort, Bellatrix Lestrange, Vincent Crabbe, Scabior and Nagini." Then she whispered in Harry's ear so only he could hear, "you defeated Voldemort."
"An' others, zoo," Fleur mentioned in her heavy French accent.
"On which side?" Arthur asked and then stood up to get a mug of tea.
"I'd like to say their side, I know giants, snatchers and Death Eaters were killed. Or Captured. But also over 50 of our witches and wizards, too," Charlie looked at an old picture of his deceased brother in Egypt. No one had ever been sadder, more upset, more angry and more accomplished in their lives.
Eventually, over the next month, everyone at Hogwarts and in the wizarding world grieved and mourned, but tried to get over it. They had a heavy graduation, honoring each of the students and professors that died. A week after graduation, everyone was hanging out at the Burrow. Arthur and Molly were out, Charlie had gone back to working with dragons, Bill and Fleur had gone back to their house. Percy was back at work at the ministry, trying to rebuild it under Kinsgley's authority. George was at his magic shop but had recently got together with Angelina Johnson, and they'd been spending a lot of time together. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny were the only ones in the house. Ginny and Harry had grown close after the battle, being together had made the whole process easier.
"Are you looking forward to your last year at Hogwarts, Ginny?" Hermione asked as she and Ginny walked into the kitchen in their nightdresses.
"I'm glad it's my last, which sounds bad but none of them have been brilliantly easy. But you know that," Harry and Ron ran downstairs in their pajamas.
"Good morning!" Ginny perked up as Harry greeted her. Ginny skipped over to Harry and jumped to her tiptoes. He pulled her up and they kissed.
"Still my baby sister, Harry," Ron kissed Hermione and set the tea kettle on.
"I'm barely younger than you! Anyway, you're not my father," she rolled her eyes and grabbed Harry's shirt collar and kissed him once more. "I'm going to shower."
"Me too," Harry started following Ginny upstairs but corrected himself to Ron, "I mean, separately. Not together. We're not showering together, Ron. I'm sorry. We're taking separate showers, apart from one another."
Once upstairs, Harry and Ginny sat on the bed together.
"Harry, when will we..." she trailed off.
"What, Ginny?" He laid back on the bed.
"You know," she didn't want to say the words, "when will we shower?"
"Do you mean shower," Harry paused, "or do you mean shower?"
"I mean shower," she laid next to him, propped up on her elbow.
"I don't know," he slowly grasped Ginny's hip and pulled her towards him.
"Well. I'm ready, if you're ready." Ginny stroked Harry's cheek.
"Yeah! I'm ready," realizing his over eager tone he repeated quietly, "yes, that would be acceptable."
"Okay deary," Ginny crawled right next to Harry.
"When do you want to?" Harry started heating up.
"Now." Ginny climbed on top of Harry and started kissing him fiercely. She ripped off his pajama shirt and started kissing his chest.
Meanwhile, downstairs.
"They're finally gone," Ron pushed Hermione against the wall and kissed her. She bit her lip and kissed his neck.
"Do you want to do it?" Ron muttered clumsily.
"You're too eager, Ron!" Hermione smiled at her boyfriend and wrapped her legs around his hips.
"It wouldn't be the first time," Ron set her down and started up the stairs. "What time would that be?" He added.
"Twenty four," Hermione turned bright red but followed Ron up the stairs. They started making out in the hallway and Ron managed to get the door open just in time to see Ginny about to take her dress off.
"Ron! What're you doing in here?!" Ginny pulled her dress down and jumped off the bed.
"Guys! What the bloody hell?!" Harry grabbed his shirt and bunched it on his lap.
"What were you doing to my sister? Harry!" Ron questioned Harry.
"Ron, calm down," Hermione pulled Ron out into the hall.
"But Hermione! That's my baby sister in there! And my best friend. Hermione! That's disgusting," he groaned a sigh of pain.
"I know, Ron. But they've been snogging for months. Ron, we didn't even wait that long," she calmed Ron's tense forehead.
"Yeah, Hermione. But that's different. It's us, not my little sister." Ron walked back into the room.
"I'm so sorry, Ron! I didn't know you'd be in here," Harry spoke apologetically.
"C'mon, Ron. It's the natural order of things, we haven't even done anything yet. At least we're not like you and Hermione, pretty much constantly humping like rabbits," then Ginny saw Hermione's ashamed face, "sorry Hermione."