Author's note: Hi, I am Izzy! This is my first Harry Potter Fanfic. I hope you like it! Review a bunch! This takes place two days after the war. Ron/Hermione. Harry/Ginny.

Disclaimer: Anything you recognize is not mine. That's kind of tragic, isn't it?

Hermione sat on the steps leading up to the front door of the Burrow. The wind bristled through her hair and her hair swept across her face. Ron could tell that she was worried. He could always recognize that expression. He had become fond of every one of her expressions. Even anger. Ron chuckled at that that thought. Hermione rose her head at the noise.

"Ron?" Her eyes widened as she took in his appearance. His red hair hung shaggily around his face. It was the perfect length, Hermione noted. He had some dirt on his nose, reminding her of the first day she saw him. How much he has changed since then, she mused, how much they have all changed since then.

Ron gave her a half smile that quickly faded when he plopped down next to her. He rubbed his hands together. It was cool that day. Not really a summer day, but it matched the occasion.

"Are you okay?" She asked gently, fiddling with the hem of her dress. She resisted the urge to take his hand. Ron had been absent over the last couple days. Hidden away in George's room. Harry had been with Ginny and that left Hermione alone.

Ron gave an harsh laugh, "No." He snuck a glance at Hermione's hurt expression and his voice softened, "It is just hard."

Hermione nods and searches his eyes. She was so close to him, maybe inches away, but she could feel an invisible barrier up between them. Wasn't it just two days ago when they kissed? Maybe he didn't feel the same way? But he did kiss back and he even lifted her off her feet! She reached out her hand and softly touched his hand.

He winced slightly and looked away. "I just-" He sighs and looks back at Hermione who is now looking at her hands folded up in her lap. "I miss him."

Hermione's head shot up. He was struggling; she could tell he was struggling to get out his feelings. She wanted to help him. She wanted to hold him, but she knew he had to get it out first. She knew he was trying to be strong.

A single tear rolls down his cheek and he laughs ironically. "We buried him today. Buried him! I have been with George all this time. Helping him. I think I just helped him to feel closer to Fred." He stuttered when he said he brother's name. "I was just being selfish." His finger's quickly wiped away a tear.

Cool tears of her own strolled down her face now. "Ron-" Hermione started.

Ron shook his head. "No, Hermione." He got up and started walking away but stopped in his tracks. He turned around and watched Hermione furiously wiping away her own tears. "We should probably get back to the reception." She swiftly nodded and got up brushing off her black dress robes.

"Ron! Hermione! There you two are! Come here! Go and entertain the guests!" Mrs. Weasley said cheerfully carrying a dish of brownies out of the kitchen. That's how Molly was, always putting on a strong face for the family. Her face was blotchy though and her eyes were swollen and red.

Hermione followed Molly out of the kitchen and walked over to George who was sitting in the corner staring straight ahead of him. His hands were knitted together and his elbows were resting on his knees. "Hey George." She waited for a reaction and then cleared her throat. "Want a brownie?"

George looked up at Hermione; he looked at her as if he had never seen her before. Than a sly smile subtly crept on to his face. "Is it a special brownie?"

Hermione laughed but then quickly faked an outraged expression, "Special brownie? Yes because, I , Hermione tend to always carry around those!" She smiled genuinely and put her hand on his shoulder.

Ron watched the scene from afar and his heart wrenched. It was the first smile George had cracked since Fred died and Hermione was the one who caused it.

"Long time no see." Ron felt a smack on his arm. He rubbed the tender spot. "Ow! That wasn't necessary!" He turned to see Harry standing next to him with a butter beer in one hand. He was wearing new black dress robes and his hair was a bit ruffled, but for the most part he looked like the same old Harry.

"Sorry Ron." Harry shrugged. "How are you and Hermione?" Harry glanced over and gave him a sly smile.

"I don't know what you are talking about." Ron sighs scratching his head turning his gaze to Harry.

"Ron, Mate, it's me you're talking to. I witnessed the kiss!" Harry stifles a laugh and sips on his Butter beer.

"Shhh! Not so loud, Mate! I don't need everyone knowing about that!" Ron looks around as if to prove his point.

"Ron, if I didn't know any better, than I would say that you regret it?" A dark shadow crossed Harry's face.

Ron shook his face sadly, "I don't regret it, it's just that I have had so much going on."

Harry nods and claps Ron on the back, "Just don't hurt her."

"Hurt who?" Hermione's voice shuttered through Ron's body and the duo turned around to face Hermione. Harry wraps an arm around her and gives her a squeeze.

Ron coughed nervously, "No one." He shifts awkwaqrdly and looks down at the ground.

Hermione nods skeptically and then smiles at Harry. "Where's Ginny?"

Harry shrugs and looks around, "I don't know."

"That's a first." Ron laughs and Harry turns red. He shook his head.

"I don't always know where she is…" He trails off as he sees his two best friends look at him amused.

"Harry, you have been a Ginny hog. Ron and I both agree." Hermione said playfully.

Ron laughs, "No, I think Ginny is more of a Harry hog."

Hermione smiles at him. "I suppose that works too."

After a few more minutes of Harry denying the amount of time he spends with Ginny, Hermione clears her throat and says, "On a more serious note, I am leaving tomorrow."

Ron spits out the sip of butter beer and starts coughing. Hermione laughs, "Honestly Ron, I was planning on showering later."

"YOU'RE LEAVING?!" Ron sputtered.

"Yes, I need to go help my parents. They need their memory back. It isn't fair for them." Hermione sighed not meeting Ron's eyes. Her foot traced the floor lightly.

"But- you can't. I won't let you." Ron said, searching for a reason.

Hermione sighed. "There is nothing here for me Ron. This is something I need to do."

Harry looks down at his hands. "She is right, Ron."

"Of course I am right." Hermione smiles at Harry.

"I am coming with then." Ron states.

A/N: Sorry guys that that was all kind of sad. I left this at a bit of a cliffy. I will let you decide: Should Ron go with Hermione to find her parents of should he stay behind?

This was a bit short. I guess this is a bit of a sampler. Should I continue? Review Please! Good and bad are all welcome!