With Every Bit Of Sunshine, There Will Be A Bit Of Rain

(Post War Fic. Mainly Harry/Ginny and Ron/Hermione)

Chapter One- Waiting For The Dust To Settle

Two weeks had passed since the Battle of Hogwarts and life in Weasley household was strained; there seemed to be no way forward following the death of Fred. Bill had quickly retreated back to Shell Cottage with Fleur and barely spoke to his family. Charlie had moved back into The Burrow but never felt his room. Percy came every day, trying to get his family back on track but he just drove everyone around the bend to be frankly honest. Ron tried to carry on as normal, Ginny spend every moment she could out of the house and as for George, he had not been since the battle and only sent a note to his parents telling her not to worry and he would be back for the funeral.

The day before the funeral, in the early hours of the morning, Ginny tried to sneak into the house but even by now, The Weasley children had not learnt they cannot simply sneak into their home without their mother catching them.

'And where have you been, Ginevra Molly Weasley?' Mrs Weasley asked, crossing her arms.

'Luna's?' Ginny said, but failed to convince her mother because of her messy hair and make-up. Also the tight dress and jacket she was wearing and the heels she was carrying.

'The truth, now' But Ginny just shrugged and Mrs Weasley stormed over to her, forcing her to turn out her pockets.

'ARTHUR!' Mrs Weasley screamed and Ginny rolled her eyes.

Mr Weasley came rushing down the stairs, quickly putting his glasses on and hurried to his wife and daughter.

'Ginny, where on earth have you been?' He proclaimed at the sight of her.

'Is this what muggles call fake ID?' Mrs Weasley asked, holding out a card. Mr Weasley took it from her sighing and looked at it.

'Can I go to bed, now?' Ginny asked, annoyed.

'Have you been out drinking with this?' Mr Weasley asked, holding out the card but before she could reply, Ron, Hermione, Harry and Percy came rushing downstairs.

'Oh, great, come to see the show have we?' Ginny exclaimed, rolling her eyes.

'Ginevra, this isn't the answer' Percy told her, walking towards her.

'You lost the right to call me that the day you decided to walk out of this house and brown nose the ministry of magic so why don't you just crawl back to the hole you came from?' Ginny told her. Her mother slapped her hard across the face. Everyone in the room gasped.

'Ginny, say you are sorry to your brother right now!' Mrs Weasley said, shocked.

'Mother, its fine, it is nothing else than I deserve' Percy replied, trying to brush it off.

Ginny caught Harry's look of concern and she suddenly felt the need to cry. She looked away instantly.

'We get you are hurting, Gin. We all are' Arthur told her, trying to put an arm around her but she pulled away, scoffing.

'You get nothing, nothing at all' she cried, before storming upstairs into her room and slammed the door shut.

She sighed, looking in the mirror. She tied her hair up, before grabbing a towel from her cupboard and headed for the shower.

When Ginny was coming out of the shower and out of the door, she was not looking where she was going and slammed straight into Harry, who appeared to be coming to use the toilet. She tightened her towel, trying not to blush because she knew she'd go the same colour as her hair and that would be embarrassing.

'Erm hey, can we talk?' he asked, giving her a small smile. She could tell he was feeling just as awkward as her.

'You mean, you talk, and I listen? No, thank you, now if you excused me' she replied and walked around him, back to her room.

She collapsed down the back of her door once she was in comfort of her room. This was killing her. For the past nine months, all she wanted was Harry to come back and they would be together forever but then Fred died and it changed everything. She was too consumed by her grief for beloved brother to even think about her feelings for Harry and what they meant. That made her even more depressed. She wanted him to comfort her, hold her and tell her it was going to be alright but it was not going to be alright and acting on her feelings was not going help anything. Breaking her train of thought was a knock on the door.

'Who is it?' She sighed, running her hands through her hair.

'It's me, let me in, sis' Ron's voice replied.

'Okay, give me a sec, I need to get change' and after a few moments, she opened the door, having got changed.

'What is it, Ron?' But he did not reply, he just hugged her, he tightened his grip when she tried to pull away. She sighed knowing she was not a match for him, him being 6 inches taller than her. He eventually pulled away, smiling at her.

'As fetching as that was, was there any point to it?' she asked, coldly, crossing her arms.

'Gin, drop the act, it is just me now' he asked. She rolled her eyes and sat down.

'I get it, you know' he said to her, sitting down next to her. She scoffed, sitting back up.

'You get it? You get it? Like Merlin's pants you do. Yes, I am upset about Fred's death but I am also pissed off that you three have walked back in here and acted like nothing has happened!' She held her hand up to stop him when he tried to interrupt her.

'You knew where I was, Ron, but I did not know where you were. The shit I had to go through for being your sister and his ex-girlfriend? I don't begrudge that, I really don't because I love you both but you are walking around like nothing has happened when everything has happened' She exclaimed, feeling herself close to tears. She sniffed, holding them back.

'Gin, I am so-'

'Don't you dare say you are sorry, don't you dare, just get out now!' She ordered. He sighed, knowing he wasn't going to get anywhere and walked out.

Ron did not know what to do about his sister. He walked back up to his room, finding Harry and Hermione.

'How is she?' Hermione asked, standing up and walked towards him. He quickly walked past her and sat down; things had been awkward since their kiss during the Battle of Hogwarts.

'She is pissed off at us' Ron told them, sighing.

'That is an understatement, what did she say?' Hermione questioned, raising an eyebrow.

'Nothing I didn't expect. I just think a lot more happened last year more than Neville told us, if it is effecting her this bad. Fred's death is not the only reason she is lashing out. She won't tell us, we will have to ask Neville' Ron replied, going in his drawer and finding a piece of parchment.

'Won't she be even more annoyed us going behind her back?' Harry asked, his eyes on Ron as he tried to find a quill.

'Look I know you want to please my sister, Harry. But right now isn't time for that. My little sister needs help and I plan to find out why' Ron replied, as he begin to write a letter to Neville.