A/N: I know it come several months later than all the others, but I thought I would write my version of what happened to the Weasley's after Deathly Hallows. Hope you like it!

Ginny did not want to imagine what the next forty-eight hours might do to her stricken family. During the six days following the battle the Weasleys had practically been frozen in place; not doing much more than worrying about George avoiding them and attempting to console Molly over Bill not wanting to stay at the Burrow (funny how she cried over Fred for a few hours, but over Bill not being there for two straight days). But they were sitting on a time bomb, and Ginny just knew that the funerals were going to cause it to erupt.

That's right. Funerals. As in plural. First the one at Hogwarts, which all of the survivors were asked to attend, and then the private one that the family would have at the nearby cemetery. It was a painful game trying to decide which one would be worse.

At least Harry and Hermione will be there. Ginny thought miserably Although she had the sneaking suspicion, that since their entire family would be there, Harry and Hermione would feel too self conscious to be much help. Hell, ever since everybody started being "polite" to each other, I've felt self conscious around them!

There was a knock on her door then, "Come in," She said, hoping that maybe it would be her mother, announcing that dinner (which they hadn't eaten since they'd gotten back, since no one was up to cooking) was ready. She received a nice surprise instead, "Hi Gin."

"Harry!" Ginny did not manage to keep the tone of delight out of her voice; in fact she felt so relieved at him being there that she nearly kissed him, but then she remembered that they hadn't done that in months, and refrained.

He looked happy to see how excited she was to see him and walked over to her, giving her an awkward but comforting hug. "How is – everything? " He asked her.

"I-I'm not sure. We've only talked about silly things, that have nothing to do with, well, anything." She blushed suddenly, and wasn't quite sure why, "And no one's really seen George, he stays in his room and Mum goes to check every night to make sure he hasn't disapparated." She took a deep breath and felt a certain guilty happiness as Harry placed his hands on her wrists. "And Bill couldn't take being around with everyone being like this, can't say I blame him, so you can imagine how Mum's been." She looked up at Harry, all of a sudden very worried that she should have told all of this to Hermione as opposed to him.

But the look of care on his face changed her mind, "And how are you?" He asked concernedly.

She didn't answer right away, deciding to settle herself on the bed and stare at her feet for a few seconds first, "It doesn't feel real yet. Not even seeing the body made it feel like it was actually happening," She hesitated, "I think the funerals will change that. I think they will for everyone."

"It was that way with Dumbledore," Harry said, nodding, he looked uncomfortable but then continued with, "How's George?"

"He doesn't leave his room. I honestly think he could be starving himself to death; he hasn't eaten since before --" There was a long pause here, "the battle."

Harry just nodded, thinking about how terrible he was at these conversations. "Do you think that maybe he thinks that avoiding everyone will make it easier on them?" He hoped Ginny got what he meant, since explaining it would be horrible to have to do.

Ginny thought about it for a moment, knowing exactly what Harry meant, "Maybe. Even if that isn't what he was trying to do, that's what happened. Although I don't think it's made things easier exactly; it's just sort of stopped everyone from crying or talking about it." Harry nodded awkwardly in response, keeping his hand on Ginny's arm all the while.

"Are you nervous about having to give a speech?" Ginny asked, anxious to turn the conversation away from her family.

Harry nodded with a pained expression upon his face, "And what's worse is, I'm the only one who isn't either a teacher or at the ministry who has to make one." He snuck a glance at Ginny, hoping that it didn't make him seem too self centered. He was pleased to see she was smiling.

The conversation got lighter after this, as both found themselves getting comfortable with each other once again, and Ginny even allowed herself to momentarily forget about her lost brother and broken family.

Eventually Hermione came down, after having a very similar afternoon with Ron, and told Harry that they'd better leave. He nodded and gave Ginny a quick kiss on the cheek, leaving her to sit alone and ready herself for the explosion that the next forty-eight hours was sure to bring.

A/N: The rest of the chapters will be better, I promise! This is just the beginning. Please tell me what you think, constructive criticism welcomed!