A/N: Hi guys! So, this is the first fanfiction I've ever written, so please comment. Anyway, here's chapter 1:

Hermione's POV

"Ron! Ron!" I frantically tried to wake him up, but I knew this was the end. My brave boyfriend Ron Weasley had died while fighting in the Battle of Hogwarts. I cried desperatley over his dead body, wishing more than anything that he would wake up, and hug me close, telling me it was going to be okay. I heard footsteps behind me and a pair of strong arms lift me up.

"I'm so sorry Hermione," Harry said. I cried into his shirt, feeling like such a weakling, breaking down like this.

"The Weasley's don't know," I cried. "How are we going to tell them?"

Just then, Ginny Weasley came up behind us.

"Hi guys!" She said cheerfully, but then she noticed me. "Hey Hermione, what's wrong?" She asked.

I couldn't do it. I ran away crying. Maybe if I was lucky, I would run into Professor McGonagall or Hagrid. Instead, I knocked Luna down several stairs.

"Luna! Are you okay?" I asked as I helped her up.

"Of course, I've been through worse. What happened, you look like you just lost your best friend? I'm right here you know, alive and well," Luna said in her dreamy voice.

I looked at Luna. She seemed to understand immediately.

"Oh, it's Ron. Well, that is rather horrible, and I'm sorry to hear that, but life goes on, you know? I thought it was over when my mom died, too. My dad is not really the children type. But, I said to myself, 'You will get through this through the help of Hogwarts.' Well, Hogwarts may be over for you, but you still have a life in the wizarding world and friends who love you."

I was so touched about what she said. We hugged, and I knew if Luna could get through the loss when she was only 9, I know I could, too. I told Luna about what Harry is doing. She seemed a bit troubled by this.

"Oh, poor Harry. He's already been through so much. You should consider him, Hermione, now that Ron's gone."

I knew Luna meant well, but for god's sake, I'd just lost my boyfriend 5 minutes ago, I need some time to recover before I start dating again! But still, famous Harry Potter and me...

"Maybe, Luna. I don't think I'm going to be dating for a while-"

"Of course you won't be!" Luna exclaimed. "But eventually, you should get married. Ron would want you to be happy, you know. With kids and a husband and living in a happy house. But marry someone Ron liked. Ron and Harry are still best friends, even though he's dead. My mom's still my mom, even though she's dead. Fred is still a Weasley, even though he's dead. Harry still has parents, even though their dead. Their just here spiritually."

"You have a way with words, Luna," I said with a small smile.

"See, look at you! You're smiling, even though he's gone. Life goes on!" She said, rather loudly.

"Luna, thanks so much. You really helped me, but I have to go talk to Harry and the Weasley's."

I hugged her one more time and set off, feeling a thousand times braver then I did before because of a 16 year old girl who believes in Nargles and Wrackspurts.