Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters
A/N: Sorry for my bad spelling. I wasn't going to post the story at all and once I got up the nerve to do it I forgot to go back and double check everything.
The dead had been moved from the Great Hall. The 4 house tables had been restored but as before most people were not sitting according to houses. There were still a few hours before the memorial service was scheduled to begin. Ron and Hermione made their way to the rest of the Weasley family. They all seemed to be huddled together around George who was staring off as if in his own world. Everyone had understood that Fred's death would be the hardest on George. They were inseparable. They finished each other sentences. They knew each other's thoughts and feelings.
Hermione reached George first. She laid her hand on his shoulder. At first he still didn't move, but after a few seconds he looked up at her. She was still holding Ron's hand. "So you finally decided to make an honest man out of him eh?" It was a feeble attempt at a joke but everyone saw that he was trying.
"You know that if Fred was here he would have the great fun taking a mickey out of both of you. I wish he was here…" tears starting to stream down George's face. It was the first time he had let them fall. Mrs. Weasley reached over and pulled her son into her arms. He finally was starting to grieve. He knew his life would never be the same. However Fred wouldn't want him to stop living. He would not be happy with all of them crying at the drop of a hat. He would be looking for a way to liven things up.
"Alright, that's enough of all this crying." George wiped his tears on the arm of his robes. "Fred is probably up there throwing a fit looking at all of us. He wouldn't want us to be acting like this."
"I think it's time for everyone to start getting ready for the memorial service. It will be starting soon. Does anyone know where Harry and Ginny are?" Ron and Hermione looked at each other with a grin. "They'll be here soon Mom."
With that being said, they all went up to Gryffindor towers to get ready. Hermione followed Ron up to the boy's dorm as she had all his clothes in her bedded bag. She sat down on his bed & started to pull his things out. Ron looked over at her "Mione, earlier today, You know I wouldn't make you.. I mean I don't want you to think, ah bloody hell!" He ran his hand threw his hair. She walked over to his & put her hand on his cheek. "I know you wouldn't hurt me Ron. I also know that you wouldn't pressure me into to doing something that I wasn't ready to do. I know your heart." She pulled him down to her until his lips met hers. His arms wrapped around her and lifted her off her feet. She plunged her hands through his messed up hair.
"Is this what I have to look forward to every time I leave you two alone for 5 minutes?" Harry & Ginny walked in on this special moment. "Come on you two. I mean really. Snogging all the time what is up with that?" Harry sly grin made Hermione smile, while Ron threw the first available thing at him, which happened to be a pillow. This turned into a massive pillow fight with the four of them falling onto the beds in fits of laughter.
"Ok now seriously you guys we needs to get ready." Hermione was always the voice of reason. "I don't know if I can do this?" Harry was suddenly looking very guilty. They all knew that Harry carried a tremendous amount of guilt. He thought if only he had figured things out earlier than maybe the deaths could have been prevented.
"It was not your fault mate. You couldn't have prevented that final battle. Everyone knew what they were getting into. You saw Fred and George both. You know you couldn't have stopped them even if you wanted to. Fred went out like he would have wanted to with a joke in the air and a smile on his face." Ron had never looked more serious in his life.
"We'll be there with you every step the way Harry. Just like always. We have been with you for the past 7 years now. You can't get rid of us that easy you know."