Harry/Ron
Harry rolled over in the comfy bed that Mrs Weasley had made for him – he had been staying at the burrow for a long time now. However, he couldn't sleep. "Not long now," he said to Ron's silhouette against the moonlight shining in through the open window. His voice sounded quite stiff and he felt a lump caught in his throat.
"Yeah… I haven't slept a wink," Ron's shaky voice came back through the still night.
"You okay?" Harry asked wearily.
"Yeah, fine, mate. Great actually," came Ron's voice, steadier this time.
Ron stood up and walked over to Harry's bed and sat down on the end, his feet hanging off the edge.
"I think I'm going to marry her, Harry. I really do."
Harry was shocked at first – he couldn't forget the time when she would only talk to him to correct his spells and tell him that he's got dirt on his nose… then the troll incident…
"Congratulations," harry said vaguely as he smiled to himself.
"Thanks… bloody hell look at the time!" Ron said, changing the mood completely as Harry glanced at the clock and saw that it was exactly 12:00am. All at once, so many emotions ran through him – it had been exactly six years since the battle of Hogwarts. Back to his shaky voice, Ron simply said "six years, mate."
"Yeah…" Harry replied, very aware of the fact that he could break down at any moment.
At that moment they heard the door rattling. "Right on time," Ron said, starting to tear up.
First through the door was George. The moment he saw Ron, he flung himself onto his bed and started sobbing.
Next through the door was Hermione, who immediately muttered "lumos" and went to hug Harry very briefly, before turning to help Ron comfort George…
Harry turned to the door one last time and saw the love of his life walk in and sink onto his lap. He felt Ginny's hot tears drop onto his shoulder as he pulled her close and joined her in mourning Fred, Remus, Tonks and everyone else who lost their lives during the battle of Hogwarts.