Harry was holding Ginny as she was sobbing helplessly on his lap. He was crying along with her. Their best friend; their sister… Had…died, Harry hated to say the word; it made it more real than the pain they were already feeling. Blaise was sitting in front of the fire, staring at the flames, tears falling silently from his eyes. Harry knew they were all thinking the same thing: They were reliving it all. The Burrow had been quiet and filled with silent pain. Molly wouldn't stop crying; Arthur hadn't been able to say anything and he walked around like a zombie. Ginny was always crying; there was never a moment when her eyes were dry. Blaise simply stopped speaking. Harry cried constantly, but was trying to make everyone better. He'd make dinner and do laundry and dishes and clean the house for Molly. It kept his mind off of Hermione and Draco, and it let Molly have a break. He was always there, though. When Molly or Ginny needed him, he was there. But, tonight, as he sat there, holding Ginny, he relived it all in his mind.

She stood in front of the river, staring at Ginny, Harry, and Blaise. She smiled slightly, and spoke to them. It was the voice of an angel, velvet in the pouring rain."I'll see him soon," Her smile grew bigger. "And Sirius, and Remus, and Fred." And she stared at Harry, so much love in her eyes. "I'll meet your parents, Harry." She smiled around at them. "I love you all, more than words can say." And with a final smile, Hermione fell back into the river, hitting her head on a large rock. Her red blood tainted the pure water. Ginny's screams penetrated the quiet night. Harry stared in shock, unable to move. Blaise fainted. The next day, they had to make the trip back to the Burrow. The bloodshot eyes and the tears that were still falling from Ginny's eyes alarmed Molly, who was the only one home at the time. Immediately, she ran to Ginny and enveloped her in her arms.

"What happened, honey?" She asked softly, stroking her hair. None of them could bring themselves to say it. Two deaths. Two very important people… Both dead. In the same day. All within hours of each other. Molly's other children. They couldn't bring themselves to speak of it. Finally, after 15 long minutes filled with only the sounds of Ginny's desperate sobs, Harry spoke.

"Mum," He muttered. He couldn't bring himself to say anything else. He looked to Blaise for support; Ginny was out of the question. "Hermione and Draco…They…"The first tears fell out of Harry's emerald eyes. Saying their names even hurt. Blaise stepped in, tears in his eyes.

"Died." He whispered the word so softly, Molly had to ask him to repeat himself. Or, maybe it was just that she was hoping, like all of them, that it wasn't real. But it was real. It was. They had to find a way to live without them. Draco and Hermione were like Molly's children. And losing your children is unbearable. With what Harry was feeling, he couldn't imagine what Molly would be feeling.

"I'm sorry, dear, what did you say?" Molly asked. Her voice was shaking and filled with fear.

"Molly," Blaise said, stepping closer to her and touching Ginny's shoulder. Ginny moved to Harry's arms. "They…" He took a deep breath and hugged Molly. "They… they died, Mum." He whispered. Molly fell in Blaise's arms. She fell to the floor and Ginny and Harry ran to her.

"Mamma!" Ginny was yelling; wiping her mother's tears."Mamma! Wake up!" Ginny was yelling, trying with all her might to wake Molly.

Arthur came home smiling and happily chattering about his successful day at work, and ranting about his plug collection; he had found a new peculiar one. When he walked into the living room, though, he automatically went over to Molly. When he looked at his children, asking for an answer as to why his wife had fainted.

"What happened, Harry?" He asked. Harry shook his head. He couldn't speak. The events of the last today had left him…empty. He was drained of all emotion. Harry couldn't tell Arthur what happened. Neither could Blaise. They only hoped that the absence of Hermione and Draco and Ginny's desperate sobs would clue him in.

"Where is Hermione?" He asked. "She could make Molly better." At the mention of Hermione's name, Ginny let out a terrible scream and Harry dropped to his knees to catch her when she fell. Arthur's eyes widened.

"Where's Draco?" He asked again, his voice shaking this time. Blaise shook his head. The look of pain on all of their faces made Arthur realize what had happened.

"You mean.. Hermione and Drake… They're… Dead?" He whispered. Ginny looked up at her father, with her pain filled eyes and the black streaks funning down her cheeks. At the word, 'dead', Ginny screamed again. The pain of losing her sister and her brother in one day had damn near killed her. Arthur sunk to his knees. "No," he kept whispering over and over again. They all held each other, crying together, their hearts all shattered and had no hope of ever fully healing again.

The funeral was today.

Hermione and Draco would be buried next to each other, just as they wished for it to be. Ginny didn't want to go; it'd make it way too real. Hell, none of them did. Harry and Ginny had watched Hermione take her own life; they'd hear her words and felt the raw pain of it all. Blaise had watched Draco get murdered, and Hermione take her own life. He was empty. They had no energy to leave the house; hell, half the time, Ginny didn't have the energy to even get out of the bed in the morning. The Burrow was always quiet now. No one rarely spoke a single word. At night, Harry held Ginny has she screamed and thrashed around in their bed, having horrible nightmares.

But, at two o'clock, on the dot, Ginny slipped on her black dress with her heels. She brushed her hair back into a long braid and struggled to stop crying so she could put her make up on. She tied a black ribbon at the end of the braid and slid on black gloves. When she walked into the room her and Harry shared, she tied his tie slowly and put his collar down. She did the same for Blaise. Harry stood in front of the mirror for an hour, trying to make his hair neater. Ginny had walked in to fetch him at three o'clock, on the dot, to take him to the funeral.

"It's not going to work, baby." She said, slipping her hand into his. "It's time to go." She whispered. Together, they descended the staircase slowly. Ginny was trying her best to not cry. They met Blaise in the kitchen, who had a cup of water in his hand.

"Where are Molly and Arthur?" Harry asked him. Blaise looked at them sadly.

"They already left." He whispered; his voice was hoarse from lack of use in the past week. Ginny slipped her hand in his as well, and they walked out of the house and into the sunny day. Ginny looked to the sky.

Isn't this perfect weather for a funeral? She thought sarcastically.

They walked to a car that the Ministry had lent them. Harry climbed into the driver's seat and Ginny sat slid into the passenger's seat. Blaise sat quietly in the back seat. It was a long drive to the church, Ginny sat in the heavy silence playing with her hand and biting her lip. She was doing everything she could to not cry.

"Harry, I can't do this." She whispered when he pulled into a parking spot at the old church. "I can't do it. It'll make it official. It'll make it real. Hermione and Draco.. they can't be gone. I can't go in there, Harry. I can't go in there while some priest tells us how they led such wonderful lives when he didn't know them." She looked out of the window. "He can't tell any stories of their lives; their life together. It's not right. He can't even begin to describe their love for each other. He can't say how much they effected everyone's lives. He can't say how much they were loved." She sighed. "I can't do this. I can't go in there. I won't. I refuse."

Harry looked at her with tears in his eyes. She said what everyone in the car was thinking. None of them could go in there. So, Harry nodded at her and caught Blaise's eye in the rearview mirror. He gave a slight nod. Harry started the car again and drove out of the parking lot.

Harry drove for what felt like hours. He finally came to a stop in front of an empty park. Ginny slid her gloves off and opened the door. The tears were flowing now, but she took Harry's hand and let him lead her to wherever he chose to take her. They came to a stop in front of the swing set. Ginny glanced at Harry before she climbed on. Harry pushed her back and forth while Blaise sat down and stared at his feet, swinging slowly back and forth.

"I can't believe they're gone, though." Blaise said softly, breaking the heavy silence. Ginny stifled a sob.

"I know." She murmured. "It's so unreal. Hermione was my sister; Draco was my brother. It's not right.. Draco was… Hermione took…" She trailed off and kicked her heels off and watched as they hit the tall metal slide, leaving a slight dent.

"I dunno what I'm going to do without them." Harry muttered, pushing Ginny higher. She closed her eyes.

"I loved them so much." Ginny said, staring into the sun. "No, scratch that. I love them so much." There was a murmur of agreement from the boys.

Hermione was glowing in the sun. Draco was watching her with amusement.

"Is this what heaven feels like?" She asked him. Draco stared at her.

"Yes," He said after a moment. "this is what heaven feels like." And he leaned over to kiss her.