It had been almost a month since the war had ended. Everyone was still in a lousy state; some in shock and others in confusion.

The Golden Trio which consisted of Harry, Ron, and Hermione had been sleeping past noon ever since they'd gotten back to the burrow. Mrs. Weasley didn't mind as she knew how much they needed the sleep. Any time they were awake, however, Molly was stuffing their bellies with as much food as she could. They had all lost so much weight during the Horcrux Hunt.

Lack of health wasn't the only thing that was taking a toll on the three teenagers. They were also all severely traumatized, especially Hermione. The Cruciatus Curse she'd been put under, along with other tortures, had left her in a bad mental and physical state.

Harry and Ron weren't doing as badly as Hermione, but they suffered just knowing their friend was in so much pain.

The Weasley's also were suffering the loss of Fred. They'd put off his funeral services for a while, because everyone was in such bad condition, and because no one seemed quite ready to say their last goodbyes just yet.

The final uncertainties laid in the relationships of Harry and Ginny as well as Hermione and Ron. Neither couple was completely sure where they stood with each other.

Harry and Ginny had been apart for so long while Harry was away on the Horcrux Hunt. Ginny had been worried sick for over a year about Harry. During the final battle, Ginny also witnessed Harry die before her eyes, which caused tremendous pain on her part.

Ron and Hermione's relationship however began during the final battle when they had their first kiss. Despite this, neither was sure what it meant going forward, especially since they'd never discussed it.

Harry and Hermione had continued living with the Weasleys and planned on staying for a while. Hermione knew she'd want to find her parents soon, but in the condition she was in currently, she knew that it wasn't yet possible.

"Hermione, dear?" said Mrs. Weasley opening the door to Ginny's room. "Oh, Mrs. Weasley, hi. Did I sleep in again? I'm so sorry, I don't know what's gotten into me lately-" Hermione started.

"Oh dear me, Hermione, don't apologize!" Mrs. Weasley cut her off, "I just wanted to bring you some breakfast. You all need to gain weight! You're welcome to nap after you finish your meal."

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley, but I really should-"

"No buts! I won't hear it, please allow yourself to relax, Hermione." Mrs. Weasley said.

Hermione knew better than to argue with Molly Weasley, so she graciously smiled and began eating.

Moments later, Ginny came in.

"You're up!" said Ginny, surprised.

"Yes," laughed Hermione, "sorry I've been so tired lately. I honestly don't understand why."

"Hermione, it's completely fine. No one blames you, you've all been through so much."

Hermione smiled at her friend and adjusted her position on the spare bed in Ginny's room. Ginny excitedly hopped onto her own bed and faced Hermione.

"Soooooo..." Ginny started, a mischievous look on her face.

"Soooooo, what?" asked Hermione, completely oblivious as to what Ginny was hinting at.

"Soooooo, what's up with you and Ron?"

"Oh Ginny I really don't think-"

"Hermione, Harry already told me what happened. You don't have to pretend to hide it." Ginny laughed.

Hermione shrugged, "I wasn't, it's just, I don't know, I guess I don't really want to talk about it yet."

"Mione, it's been ages since the war! You're going to have to talk about it at some point."

"I know, but what will I even say?" Hermione asked.

"Maybe you won't have to say anything. Don't worry, it may just work out on it's own. If you refuse to talk about it, at least spend time with him!"

"Maybe you're right," Hermione admitted nervously, "I guess I should eventually address it with Ron."

The next day Hermione made sure she woke up in time for breakfast. Everyone looked surprised to see her up, which made her uneasy. She sat next to Ginny, and they quietly conversed, both attempting to take the attention off of Hermione.

After breakfast, Hermione made her way to the living room where she found Ron, half asleep and sprawled across the sofa. Hermione giggled at him, which caused him to jump up. "Oh, Hermione, it's just you." Ron relaxed a little seeing it was just Hermione. He sat back into the couch again.

Hermione took the seat next to him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." Hermione said, still laughing.

"Oh haha, very funny." Ron groaned.

"So," Hermione began, "how are you?"

Ron looked at her sadly, "Well that's a loaded question," he started, "honestly I'm experiencing a lot of emotions all at once. My brother is dead. I'm exhausted from the freaking wizard war. My best friend wants to date my only sister and all I want to do is kiss you and-" Ron ran out of breath.

"Back up," Hermione said, "what was that last one?" her heart pounding, she listened intently for his answer.

"Uhhh, errr..." Ron was too nervous to repeat it. Instead, he looked Hermione in the eyes and kissed her. Hermione was taken aback at first, but she soon relaxed and kissed him back. They broke apart and smiled at each other.

"Well, Harry says I should do this right, so..." Ron began, "Hermione, I know things haven't been easy. A lot has happened, and I'm so confused about so many things. The one thing I am sure of is how I feel about you. I guess what I'm trying to ask is, will you be my girlfriend?" He finished awkwardly.

Hermione laughed and threw her arms around him. "Nothing would make me happier." she smiled.

Later that afternoon, word had spread that Hermione and Ron were official. Ron kept holding her hand and smiling at her any time they entered a room. If that wasn't enough, Ron began calling her "sweetheart" and "love" and while many would have thought it were cliche, Hermione absolutely loved the way Ron was treating her.

Everyone was so happy for the sweet couple, although George just found it an excuse to tease Ron even more. Ginny, however, wasn't as thrilled as she thought she'd be.

She kept glancing over at Harry, waiting to see if he'd make a move, but he merely smiled and waved.

Hermione noticed this quickly. She pulled Harry aside as soon as the opportunity arose. "Harry!" she smacked his arm, "have you lost your mind?!"

"Uh, Mione? What did I do? I'm confused..." Harry looked stunned and confused all at the same time.

"What on earth are you waiting for?" Hermione shouted.

"What are you talking about, Hermione?" Questioned Harry.

"Ginny, you idiot! Did it never occur to you that maybe she would like to speak to you about, I don't know, your relationship?"

Harry looked away, hurt and confused.

"Hermione, did she say something to you? I really didn't mean to upset her or-"

"Honestly, Harry. I expected more from you. She obviously wants to get back together with you. And she's only going to get more upset since Ron and I are together now."

Harry was beginning to understand.

"Harry, would you at least spend time with her or talk to her about it? I know you like her, you just need to get used to expressing how you feel." Hermione explained.

"Sure, of course. I honestly had no idea she was upset. I wanted to give her space after everything that's gone down."

"Well I suppose that makes sense," replied Hermione, "but still, you really should speak to her."

Harry was like a brother to Hermione, and she didn't want to see him sabotage his relationship unknowingly. Harry and Ron were clueless sometimes, those dimwits.

A few days later, Harry found Ginny in her room going through old pictures. Harry knocked lightly and opened the door a crack. "Hey Gin, can I come in?" Ginny nodded blankly and Harry sat at the edge of her bed.

"How are you doing?" he asked.

"Fine, I guess." replied Ginny, clearly angry with him.

"Look, I have a few things I'd like to say to you. Don't respond until I've said everything."

This caught Ginny's attention and she looked up at him, intensely.

"I know we've all been through a lot since the war. Especially the fact that Fred is gone. I wanted to explain why I haven't talked to you more or reached out."

"I've dealt with loss my entire life, and I've always had to deal with it on my own. I guess I've grown accustomed to this, because after Fred died I kind of just assumed that's how everybody else would deal with it. I tried to give you space, when I should've been going through it with you."

Tears welled up in Ginny's eyes, she took Harry's hand without thinking.

"Also, I blame myself for Fred's death, for everyone's deaths. I can't change the fact that that's how I feel and will probably always feel. I thought that spending less time with Fred's family, including Ron, would be easier on myself, so that I wouldn't feel so guilty. But again, I was wrong."

They both had tears lightly falling down their cheeks. Harry grasped Ginny's other hand.

"You know, I should've been there for you in the beginning. Especially since I think you could've helped me with my own grief. I-"

Ginny interrupted him with a huge hug. She began to sob into his shirt.

When she finally let go, she said, "Oh Harry. It's not your fault that he's dead, that anybody else is dead. You've done so much good for our world, and so have those who sacrificed their lives. You need to know that they didn't do it because you asked them to, they did it by choice."

Harry sniffled. Ginny continued, "And it's okay that you weren't there for me earlier. I completely understand your reasoning. I shouldn't have been so selfish and left it all up to you. I should've remembered that you were going through just as much pain and suffering as I was."

Neither of them could say anything else. Ginny fell into Harry's lap, quietly crying, as he leaned his head on hers, stroking her hair. They stayed like that for a while.

When they broke apart, Harry looked into Ginny's eyes, and then kissed her. She was so surprised she began to laugh but kissed him back.

They were both so relieved to feel like they had each other again. Things would be easier now that they had each other's support.

Ginny looked deeply into Harry's eyes. He looked back down at her, overcome with emotion.

"Thank you," she said, and that was all it took before she was back in his arms. They stayed like that for a while.