Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling, she writes WAY better stories

Ginny basically spent no time with her friends during the last few days of school. They let her, though probably for a different reason. It wasn't that she wanted to brood over Dumbledore's death, as they probably thought, but to not waste what she had, for the remaining time she'd have it. And with no more lessons or examinations, Ginny found this easy to do, though she still begged that what would be done wouldn't be done.

There were a number of students who were being ushered out of Hogwarts, including, to Ginny's pleasure, Chris Greene. But al her sorrows were not drowned. She spent her days with Harry, Ron and Hermione. They visited Bill in the hospital wing twice a day, and he was no longer the handsome face Ginny had known for almost sixteen years. But Bill was still Bill, at least.

"Hey Bill," they said, on one of their many hospital visits.

"Hey guys," said Bill.

"Where's Fleur?" asked Ginny.

"She had some work to do with the wedding," said Bill. "I think she's getting you those pale-gold dress robes."

Ginny rolled her eyes as they took seats next to Bill's bed.

"Well, enjoy the unmarried life while you can," said Ron. "When you have children, you'll have no piece. But then again, you should no, you're a Weasley."

"I think that was coz of Fred and George," said Bill with a smile. "Remember that time he turned your teddy bear into a spider?"

"Yeah," said Ron darkly as Ginny laughed, "very well."

"Well, are you coming to the funeral?" asked Hermione, a small amount of force in her voice.

"I will if old Pom-Pom let's me," said Bill.

"Pom-Pom?" repeated Ginny with a laugh.

"S'what we used to call her, back in the days," said Bill. "Of course, she was a lot younger back then."

"Okay, ew," said Ginny.

"You mean Madam Pomfrey was actually attractive?" asked Ron, scrunching up his eyes as though trying to imagine a younger version of the matron.

"Oh yeah," said Bill. "I remember all the guys would fake sick to see her. And being on the Quidditch team had its pros and cons: you'd have more likelihood of going to the hospital wing, but she'd also probably think you were a total nutter for playing the sport."

"So that's why you weren't in the Quidditch team?" Harry asked with a smirk. "You prefer a girl to like you rather than to just be around her?"

"Yeah, Harry," said Bill.

Ginny gave a cough that sounded like 'Fleur'.

"Hey!" said Bill. "I like being around her AND she likes me."

"Mhm," said Ginny.

"Hey, don't put me down now," said Bill.

"Sorry, Bill," said Ginny, smiling.

"William!" called Madam Pomfrey, rushing out of her office. "Would you like to eat now?"

"Alright Madam Pomfrey," said Bill, readjusting his seat.

"How many times do I have to tell you, William? I'm not like a teacher to you, call me Poppie," said Madam Pomfrey.

"Sorry, Poppie," said Bill as the matron laid a tray on his lap. "Ooh, steak!"

"Steak?" repeated Ginny. "You never had so much of a liking for steak before."

"But this is rare steak," said Bill, cutting up the meat eagerly.

Yeah, still weird.

"You four better be off for dinner," said Madam Pomfrey.

"Bye Bill," they said.

"Enjoy your stake," added Ron.

"Steak?" Ginny asked when they were outside the hospital wing. "He likes rare steak now?"

"Well, at least that's the only personality change," said Harry.

"True," agreed Ginny.

Fleur, however, took his liking to steaks quite seriously.

"So eet ees lucky 'e is marrying me, because ze British overcook their meat, I 'ave always said this," she said on one of their visits as she plumped up Bill's pillows.

Ginny, Harry, Ron and Hermione laughed politely at this. Fleur stared at them.

"I waz being sereeus."

"Oh."

"I suppose I'm just going to have to accept that he really is going to marry her," said Ginny with a sigh later that evening, as the four of them sat next to an open window in the Gryffindor common room. They looked out over the twilit grounds and Ginny thought that it would have been pretty romantic, had the whole rest of the common room not been there, and Dumbledore not died.

"She's not that bad," said Harry. Ginny raised her eyebrows. "Ugly though," he added. Ginny giggled unwillingly.

"Well, I suppose if Mum can stand it, I can," said Ginny. She reached down and put her hand on Harry's. He looked up and pushed a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. Ginny leaned in to kiss him but, of course, Ron had to ruin the moment.

"Anyone else we know died?"

"No," said Hermione reproachfully, folding up the Evening Prophet, after flinching at the forced toughness in Ron's voice. "They're still looking for Snape, but no sign…"

"Of course there isn't," said Harry. He got angry whenever the subject of Snape was brought up. "They won't find Snape till they find Voldemort, and seeing as they've never managed to do that in all this time…"

"I'm going to go to bed," said Ginny with a yawn. "I haven't been sleeping that well since…" You idiot, Ginny. "well….I could do with some sleep."

She kissed Harry, ignoring that Ron was looking away meaningfully. She used any opportunity she had to kiss him, because she knew that the privilege would soon be taken away from her. Ginny waved at Ron and Hermione and walked up to her dormitory.

Dear Diary,

Bill likes rare steaks. A lot. Yes. I know. But it's like what Harry said: at least that's the only personality change.

Harry. Yes, I can still feel it's going to happen. I watched him secretly as he saw the Beauxbatons carriage arriving through the common room window. He looked rather thoughtful, and not about Madame Maxine and Hagrid.

Well, better get a good night's sleep. It's the funeral tomorrow, and I haven't got too much sleep lately.

Love,

Ginny