This is a story that takes place directly after Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. It starts off on the same day as Dumbledore's funeral.
Dinner that night was a very quiet affair. Even Fred and George were silent, which was odd because the two could usually never shut up.
Harry was miserable. He had not said a word to anybody other than Ron and Hermione back at the funeral. He looked up and observed the red haired family. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were taking very small bites, and it looked to Harry like they were having trouble swallowing. He looked to the left of them, and saw Charlie and Bill, who were both staring at their plates so intensely that Harry was sure that by the time dinner had finished, there would be holes in two of her plates. Harry looked next to him and saw Ron and Hermione. He had noticed at the funeral that they seemed awfully close, but didn't tease them about it; he wasn't exactly in the teasing mood. They were holding hands under the table, and although he knew they were both as miserable as he, he also knew that they were content with each other.
Hermione looked up and noticed him staring at their hands, and blushed when he looked up into her face. They shared a small, quick smile that said, "Well it's about time!" and she looked down again quickly.
Harry then looked at Ginny, who was sitting next to Ron. He felt a terrible squeezing sensation when he looked at her. He hated the fact that he had had to break up with her, and even though he knew she understood, even a little, he also knew that it had hurt her. It had hurt him too. He hated that he had had such little time with her, that as soon as he was happy, something had to happen to take it all away. He felt something for her that he couldn't even begin to describe. She made him feel warm and content. And even though Harry had just broken up with her, he already missed her.
As he was thinking these things, Ginny looked up and their gazes locked. They both blushed, but didn't look away from each other. His eyes were pleading with her to forgive him and try to understand that even though he didn't want to do this, he had to. Her eyes were searching his face, trying to figure out what he was thinking about.
He gave her a tiny smile, and she looked back into his eyes and saw something there that shocked her. She saw a lot of pain, sadness, and sorrow, but most surprising of all, she saw love.
Her eyes filled with tears as she realized that he loved her, and she smiled back. Harry then looked down again, and sat there for another two minutes before he couldn't take the silence any longer. He excused himself and went up to get ready for bed. He knew it was pointless to go to bed this early, seeing as how he would most likely not sleep at all, but it had to be better than being downstairs where there was an incredibly high amount of tension.
When he was ready for bed, he climbed into bed, put his glasses on the stand, and stared into the darkness, willing a pleasant and dreamless sleep to come over him.