Funeral

After the funeral everyone went back to the house. Mrs Weasley took over making sure food was out while Hermione and Ginny helped her, in her mind it was the least she could do in a time like this. Mr and Mrs Hodges sat in the living room, her trying not to cry while her husband stared at the floor making little to no contact with anyone.

Ramona was sat at the top of the stairs with Neville. When they had arrived she practically sprinted upstairs him quickly following, settling down next to her. She didn't want to hear the constant I'm sorry for your loss that every single person said, She was sick of it. If Neville had said that to her she felt like she would have screamed at him.

Neville's arm was wrapped around her shoulders as she laid her head on his shoulder. They sat in silence, he didn't know what to say to her, but figured he shouldn't say anything. He had seen her face when everyone was giving their apologies and he didn't want her to look at him that way.

He spotted his grandmother at the bottom of the stairs looking up and him and Ramona.

"I have to go. My grandmother's there."

"Thank you for coming." She said softly.

"Course."

He gave her a smile before running down the stairs towards his grandmother. As soon as they disappeared Ramona got up to head to her own room. She climbed up the steps to the attic and sat on her bed trying not to cry, she had spent too much time doing that for the past two weeks.

George saw Neville leaving with his grandmother through the fire place and felt a pain in his stomach. When he entered and saw Neville there with her he felt slightly jealous, then feeling guilty. This was her brother's funeral and he was concerned with the fact she didn't want to sit with him? He felt like such a jerk.

"She shouldn't be alone. You saw her during the service. That was heart-breaking." Fred stated loosening his tie a little.

"I wouldn't really know what to say to her."

"You're her boyfriend. You don't need to say anything."

George knew Fred was right and immediately ran up the stairs to her room, having not actually been in it since he was ten, and that was only to hide under her bed with Fred to try and scare her, so he was a little nervous.

Entering her room it wasn't how he remembered. All the furniture was in different places, the walls now a light blue instead of that hideous pink he remembered.

He looked around, various posters covered her walls. On her dressing table stuck around her large mirror were different pictures of her, her family, people from Hogwarts. She even had the newspaper clipping from when his family went to Egypt.

He eventually walked over to her bed; she was lying on her stomach face down in her pillow.

"Rammy? You asleep?"

"Yes." She muttered her voice coming out a little muffled.

George took a seat on her bed starring at the dress that had travelled up her thighs. He pulled it back down, letting his hand gently rub against her thigh, more attempting to soothe her than anything else.

"Blue huh."

"Yeah."

"Why blue?"

"Why not?"

She turned over so she was facing the ceiling resting her hands on her stomach. Her dress travelled even higher up much to George's annoyance.

"George?"

"Yeah."

"Could you…could you lie down with me?"

He nearly fell off the bed. "What?"

"I don't want to be alone right now. Please?"

Her face was absolutely breaking his heart. "Sure. Course I will." He kicked his shoes off and laid down next to her while she scooted over. "Your bed is too small for the both of us."

"It's too small for me to be perfectly honest."

She moved over slightly, laying on him an arm draped over his chest. George had to concentrate on breathing right then. "I'm not invading your space am I?"

"No you're fine." Actually George wished she would move even closer into him.

He scooted down a little so his face was next to hers and placed a kiss on her cheek. "It's going to be ok, you know that right?" She nodded giving him a long kiss before burying her face in the crook of his neck.

The next thing he felt was someone gently nudging his shoulder. His eyes opened and Fred was stood over him.

"Come on, everyone is leaving" He whispered.

"Right...yeah."

He looked down and noticed Ramona's sleeping form, one of her arms lazily draped over his chest. He didn't even remember falling asleep.

Fred left as George slowly moved his arms trying to move away from her without waking her up. Once he finally got of the bed he pulled the covers over her, placing a small kiss on her forehead, then going downstairs to join the rest of his family.