Author's Note: Hello! Welcome and I am sorry for the slow start, I didn't want to just jump in to a love story, because I've read a lot of those and they really bug me, so sorry again but I needed to start up the story with some background information to get the story started. I really am not a huge fan of writing fanfiction but I got so tired of reading bad Dramione fanfiction and thus I took it into my own hand to write a dramione story worth reading. Thanks:)
The Funeral was designed to be small, family and close friends only, but that's not how it turned out. Fred and George's reputation had spread throughout the wizarding world and the loss of one of the "brilliant" twins, sent out a shock and somehow the whole Weasley's twins clientele learned of the funeral and all showed up.
Though there was sense of loss in the air it was wonderful to see Harry, Ron, and Ginney. Though Ron and Hermione had the strongest of feelings for each other, due to the fact Ron was in Romania with his brother helping with the dragons, they both knew that a relationship would not work and decided to postpone it until they where not 500 miles or so away. Even though this decision was hard she still managed to run up to him and embrace him in a hug the second she saw him, and giving him a quick kiss.
Harry and Ginney did not have to postpone their relationship due to the fact Harry was becoming a permanent resident at the Weasley household. This was mainly because he had begun his Auror training at the Ministry, and went to work with Mr. Weasley every day, and also because he had nowhere else to go. But non-the-less it was wonderful to have everybody back and close to her.
The sun was not shinning on the day of the funeral, but what else would you expect. The clouds hung low, turning the sky and surrounding area gray. But down on the ground was very different, due to George's wish that black clothing would not be permitted and so everybody was wearing the boldest color clothing they could scrounge out the their wardrobe. Ron wore a pair of yellow checkered pants, and dress vest the exact color of his hair. While Harry wore nice blue dress pants a button up shirt that he colored a bright shade of green.
Standing next to them, Hermione did not feel what-so-ever out of place in her bright pink lace overlay dress, that her mother had gone and got for her, when Hermione had been having lunch with Professor McGonagall.
The Funeral was held on top of a hill behind the Weasley's house where Tonks and Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and Moody's headstones also lay. The service wasn't very long and soon the rain began to drizzle down from the overhanging clouds. Ron had been crying the whole time, along with the rest of the people on top of the hill, but she didn't understand his full sadness until they where walking back to the house behind the rest of the crowd and he collapsed onto his knees crying. Hermione waved for Harry to keeping going back to the house and sat down with Ron wrapping her arms around him. They could have been their hours but when she opened her eyes, still hugging Ron in an embrace she looked over the grave and saw something she would have never expected.
Draco Malfoy kneeling in front of Fred's grave, one had resting on the headstone, head dropped, and his silver hair dripping with the fresh rain.