Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters J.K Rowling does unfortunately

Chapter 2

The thick oak wooden door slowly crept open. In the frame of the door stood Mr and Mrs Weasley. They watched as their youngest child slept quietly in the arms of another male. They turned to each other, and stared into one another's eyes; as if to ask if this position that their only daughter is in, is okay

"She does look peaceful, Molly" declared Arthur in a clear whisper. She nodded and turned her gaze to the sleeping teenagers.

"You're right let's leave them to sleep. He has been rather busy" she stated as she leaned her head on to her long term husband chest, and to this Arthur elevated his arm to bring Molly closer into a lovingly hug. Both still keeping eye contact on the bed.

They departed the room closing the door behind them, and walking back down to the Common room. Molly glanced towards George who was focusing his attention out of the window, and was perched in a ball position. His face still gloomy and low, rested on his knees.

Hermione and Ron sat in the corner of the room, in a distant conversation, but the expression on Ron's face was clear, that he was bitter and loathsome. He twisted his head to look at his mother. But all she could see was a bereaved and sorrowful young child. Hermione pulled his cheek, so that he would look back at her, and continued her conversation, which involved her trying to calm him down.

"Harry and Ginny are sleeping" announced Mrs Weasley still on the steps, to make it easier for her family to hear and see her "and I would ask you not to disturb them until they come down" she followed. Taking the extra steps down the staircase towards her children, and settling herself onto the almost comfortable couch.

Arthur also walked over to the couch and slumped himself on to it. He laid his head back and closed his eyes.

"Ron, you've got to calm down, they are only sleeping in the same bed". Announced Hermione as she rested a hand of comfort on to Ron's leg which was perched on the sofa.

"How can I? He's taking advantage of her" Ron replied as her threw his hands up in anger.

Hermione's attention was now diverted to two figures descending the stairs, hand in hand. This made Ron's head do exactly the same thing, but when he noticed that she was observing Harry and Ginny. He jumped to his feet and trudged violently towards Harry.

Harry looked at his friend. Then closed his eyes expecting what was to come. He took a deep breath. Ron brought up his right arm and pulled it back, and inflicted such a hard punch that Harry fell to the ground unconscious. A few seconds later a dazed Harry opened his eyes to see Ginny above him calling his name.

Ron darted from the common room and towards the exit, he ran out of the tower and down a flight of stairs and into a disserted class room, with Hermione quickly following him.

Paper and books were scattered around the room, several tables had been pushed over, into a neglected and rough manner. A whole the size of a bus was taken out of the wall, and the rubble surrounded it. Dust and ash danced gracefully in the light that was coming from the sun outside.

Hermione found Ron sitting on a chair at the only remaining table that still stood, the professors desk. His fingers were intertwined with each other has he fiddled with his thumbs. Hermione took a seat on the desk with her long legs delicately swinging too and fro. She herself and taken the same position and was twiddling her thumbs together. She sighed gently and spoke aloud.

"Ron, you do know you're going to have to think before you act in future"

"Why? Its not like any one's if going to talk to me after what I just did" he still had his head down, looking towards his hand "What in the name of Merlin was I thinking!" he took a long pause which the howling of the wind filled.

"Why did you do it Ronald? Tell me" she stared deeply at him, waiting for an answer, an answer that might not have come.

"It-Its just everything that happened over the past year" Hermione could see Ron's eyes start to water as he continued "With me and you, and then Lupin and Tonks" thinking of them made the tears fall harder and faster, because this made him think of his brother, Fred. He remembered the times that him and his twin, George, would pull pranks on their little sister. And they would constantly get told of by their mum. He remembered the time they all went to Hogwarts for the first time, and Fred and George had swapped names. Much to Mrs Weasly's bewilderment. But most of all he remembered the time, when he was in fourth year, and they went to the Quidditch Championship, the constant tormenting he would receive of his brother's.

"I miss him 'Mione. I really do" Hermione pulled him into a warm hug, she smoothed his back with her right arm and brought her left hand up to stroke at the back of his head. Ron relieved himself of all of his pent up emotions that have been hiding away since he destroyed the locket.

He pulled away from the hugged and looked into Hermione's eyes, and started laughing. Hermione's shocked face just watched as he bent over laughing.

"Why are you laughing?" she asked solemnly. He slowly brought himself from his laughing fit and said "I think I've just gone higher in the emotional range chart. Possibly a cup or a bowl." he said between giggles.

Hermione smiled and added "Oh no Ronald I think you are mistaken with that one, definitely a tablespoon" with that they both laughed.

"I s'pose I should go and say sorry"

Harry had regained his composure and was now sitting on a comfy chair next to the warming fireplace. When Ron walked through the portrait of the fat lady he saw Harry and walked up to him. Harry was a little cautious of how close he actually was to the person who had just given him a black eye. Harry chose not to let Madam Pomfrey look at it so that it would be a constant reminder to Ron.

He looked at Harry, and held out his shaking hand, for Harry to grasp onto. And Harry did so, he shook his hand in a firm manner. Ron turned around and turned back around to perch on the seat opposite his friend.

Harry picked up his head and looked towards his best friend and smiled to himself at the way Ron apologises. Well at least is an apology even if it is the stubborn Ron type. He thought to himself. Turning his direction to Ginny, who was now talking to Hermione, he wondered how he could possibly manage to become this happy with the people who he most loved, and with any luck, loved him back. He nodded when he saw that Ginny had been looking over at him with the same look in her eyes, the look of happiness.