A/N- Hey everybody, so this is my first Fan-Fic, please read and give some advice, hope you like it!

After the Battle

Harry walked out of the Headmaster's Office planning to sleep until all the guilt went away. Though the weight that had previously been on his chest since hearing the prophecy was gone, a new weight, full of guilt, had replaced it. He kept on seeing the bodies of Fred, Lupin, Colin, Tonks, and the many others whose names he did not know but who had died all the same. Years ago in fourth year he had told himself that all the families who had been torn apart, everyone who had died, it all came back to Voldemort. Now however, he felt that all the deaths, destruction, and the separation of families all came back to him, it hurt so much, it was all his fault.

"Harry?", the voice startled him, he was brought back to reality and saw that Hermione and Ron were looking at him with worried expressions.

"Harry?" Hermione asked. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah mate, you look your gonna be sick." Ron said.

It was then that Harry noticed that Ron and Hermione were holding hands. He smiled in spite of himself. "Yeah." he lied, "I'm fine, just tired. Listen, I'm gonna go up to the common room and get some rest, you two go and explain to your mum Ron, she's probably worried about us, sorry I'm not going down with you guys, I just down want to be with the crowd down there."

"Yea, your probably right, I bet she's going spare, probably got half the castle looking for us." he said. "Let's go Hermione."

"Okay." she said.

They had both noticed the lie but for the moment they thought it best to leave him alone.

"Do you think he'll be alright Ron?" Hermione asked when they were alone.

"Yea, he's just being thick, he feels guilty, he thinks all of this is his fault, and nothing we could say to him now would make a difference, we just need to leave him alone for the moment." he said simply.

"Really Ron!" Hermione said angrily. "You should be more concerned about your best friend!"

"I am concerned Hermione its just that I know there's nothing we can do, like I said, he's being thicker that a concussed troll. We just need to let him get his head straight, wait for tomorrow." Ron responded.

"Okay, but, well..maybe…" Hermione stammered.

"What?" Ron asked.

"Maybe…Maybe Ginny could talk to him." She said swiftly.

Ron stiffened. "No way Hermione, first of all, Ginny is probably so mad and upset with him she'll attack him the moment she sets eyes on him."

Hermione sighed, "Ron, Ginny wouldn't-" but Ron put up a hand to stop her.

"Yes she would Hermione, we wouldn't be able recognize Harry when she was done with him, he'd probably resemble a Blast-Ended-Skrewt." Ron said. "Secondly, I need to make sure Harry won't leave and hurt her again before letting the two of them get back together. Third, I would rather not talk about it." Ron finished.

"Ron come on." Hermione began, but Ron interrupted.

"I don't want to talk about it." he said simply and firmly as he quickened his pace.

"Ron, please." Hermione said as she grabbed his hand.

Ron spun around as soon as Hermione's hand touched his and grabbed her face and planted a long and passionate kiss right on her lips. Hermione let out a muffled squeak of surprise but soon she responded enthusiastically, letting him lift her off her feet and rapping her legs around him and locking them as she kissed him fiercely. Ron's hands felt through her bushy brown hair eagerly and one hand slowly moved across her back and then to her bum. Finally they broke apart. Hermione's face was once again red with embarrassment and pleasure. Ron however only grinned down at Hermione brightly, sort of like how a young child smiles on his birthday.

"I told you Hermione, I don't want to talk about it" Ron said, "I just want to enjoy my time with you, and find my mother before she not only kills us when she finds us but also before she drives everyone insane worrying." he added as an afterthought.

Hermione giggled. "Let's find your mum quickly so we can continue where we left off." Hermione said mischievously. "She's probably in the Great Hall, come on." she grabbed his hand and they hurried off to find Mrs. Weasley.