The characters doesn't belong to me. They belong to J.K Rowling and Warner Bros. This is a fictional story. Hope you all like like it. The first chapter is small, but I promise that the next on will be longer. The beggining is usualy smaller and a bit boring, so just keep reading. Thank you and enjoy.

Voldemort was dead. They'd won. Peace was finally there and, besides all the deaths and sadness, they could truly celebrate something good. Of course some were crying because much was lost, nevertheless much was conquered. Harry was hugging Ginny, once she was bemoaning that her brother had passed away. No one could blame her. Even Neville was with Luna, laughing at something she said. Who could ever imagine those two? At least they were still able to smile. Eventually all of them would find a way to get pass that and purely smile again, even if for some it would take longer. Anyway, Hermione made her way through the crowd, looking for the red haired she longed to see, but wasn't able to find.

After Harry broke the Elder Wand, the trio came back to the Great Hall and joined the others. Ron reunited himself with his family and Hermione just sat alone for a while, diving into her own thoughts. Everything seemed so surreal she couldn't help but wonder about what was waiting for them in the future. Surely some things looked pretty obvious in that moment, but everything could change. To see Hogwarts like that was terrible. The memory of the first time she had stepped in those halls and walked down those aisles was still burning bright inside of her. It felt like centuries ago and maybe it was, at least in her mind. She was traveling so deeper inside herself that she didn't the time pass by. She stayed there for an hour surround by wrecks. So she just got up and looked around.

All her friends were there but Ron. So she went looking for him. Mione got out of the Great Hall, passed through the entrance hall and soon saw Ron in the courtyard. His hair was a messy and his eyes were red of sobbing. She started to walk slowly toward him, as for he didn't notice her presence until she subtly touched his shoulder. Ron turned his face to look at her and then held her hand. They got close to each other, looking forward to the bright sky ahead of them. Ron let go of her hand and passed his arm around her, letting Mione lay her head on his shoulder.

"Would you say that we would have bit Voldemort when we first met in the train cabin?" Ron asked, but no so much as a question, more as an affirmation. "I could never thought of that."

"I definitely wouldn't say that I would fall for the boy with dirty in the nose. Sometimes unbelievable things happen when we least expect." Mione said, taking a laugh out of Ron, who kissed her cheek.

"So we are even, because I never thought that I would fall for the stubborn, bossy girl that was always correcting me."

"I still correct you." She answered, looking at him, pretending to be astonished. They both laughed and then stayed silence for a while.

"But how are you, Ron? You know, about Fred." Hermione said cautiously, also a little bit sad.

"It's just so hard to imagine that the twins won't be together anymore and that he won't play anymore jokes and just be him. He is my brother and even though he could piss me off sometimes, he always makes everyone laughs. Made. He won't do it anymore." Ron answered, starting to cry. Hermione just hugged him and let him cry as she also let a tear stream down her face. They stayed like that for a while, until he broke the silence.

"And you, Hermione? Your parents, you know… How are you dealing with it? It's hard."

"It is hard, but I try not to think of that. Now I'll have to, won't I? Because I have no place to go."

"You'll always have a place to go, Hermione."

Harry and Ginny came along a few minutes later. They were holding hands and you could see in her face that she was crying. Ron had stopped crying. The foursome stood side by side, hugging each other. After all, they would always be there for each other and they had just won a war.

"So what are we going to do next?" Ginny asked.

"We're going home." Harry said, looking at her with passion. Then they all smiled.