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A/n: oh God...I don't really know what's gonna be in this chapter...kinda just...writing what comes up. I don't think anything too bad will happen. One, MAYBE two more bad things will happen to Hermione...but I'm not really sure yet. I know one of them will happen before they go back to school. I'm not sure about the other. Probably will happen before. I got some reviews from my e-mail, but they weren't on the "review" page yet. THANK YOU GUYS!!! They were so nice...haha well here's the story and I'm done rambling. God, it's really hot in my house...sorry...

Chapter 3

It was a week later. In two hours, it would be Ginny's funeral. Harry's would be tomorrow. She hoped she could handle her two best friend's funerals in two days, which would be hard for her. Hermione was still staying with the Weasley's, they insisted. She sat motionless on her bed in her room. She didn't think she would be able to make a speech about Ginny. Sure, she and Ginny had been best friends and she knew Ginny better than pretty much anyone else, but she missed her so much...she didn't think she could handle it.

Hermione walked over to her closet. She picked out a black dress that had a wide v-neck and came down to her knees. She grabbed a pair of black strappy sandals and put them on. She walked into the bathroom and grabbed a hair-straighten-er and a quickly straightened her hair. She wanted it to be curly, not bushy, so she had to straighten in and then curl it. She put on a little black eyeliner and black mascara. She looked very pale so she grabbed some blush. She looked in the mirror and sighed. Sure, she looked good, but she didn't feel like looking good inside, she felt like shit, so shouldn't she look like it? Oh, well.

She walked out of her room to meet Ron in the hall. She gave him a sad smile and they linked arms. Ron looked nice. He was wearing a white dress shirt with a black tie and black dress pants with a black suit coat. Ron was tall and lanky, about 6'4. He had longish red hair that always fell in his face and light blue eyes. He had a few freckles on his nose, just like Ginny did.

Anyways, the funeral was in an hour and it took about 30 minutes to get to the place so they had to leave. Once they got there, there where a ton of people outside. 'All these people are here for her...' They all looked the same to Hermione. They all gave the same sad smile and wore the same black dress or suit. Hermione didn't really care. She had to think of what to say about Ginny. There was a lot. Hermione sighed and followed the Weasley's into the little church. She sat beside Fred, or was it George...she didn't think about it. She had to give her speech in a couple minutes. The pastor walked to the front of the church and went on about the usual funeral stuff. (A/n: I don't really know what they say, I've only been to like 3...and I think they all said different stuff...)

Before she knew it, she had to go up there. She sighed and stood up. She walked to the front of the church and looked around. There were a lot of people from school there, most from her own house, but some from others. She started.

"I don't really know what to say. Ginny was my best friend. I have other friends, but none like her. She was probably the nicest, sweetest, most beautiful person I've ever known. When she would smile, it would make you smile. She was always happy, but there was the occasional time when she would get mad, then you wanted to be out of her way, she usually only got mad at her brothers...ha and even then she really wasn't too mad. I think that she really cared more about other people than she did herself, and really that made her happy. She loved to hear me ramble on about my problems, she just loved to listen. And she was smart. She always knew the answer to a question about potions. She really loved potions. What else...I don't know, I loved Ginny, and she was a great person who always could make me smile. I loved her for that. Hermione gave a sad smile and looked around. Everyone was intently listening to her, which kind of freaked her out but made her happy. I miss her and would give anything to have her back. She is someone who I know would have done something amazing for the world. Thank you."

Hermione walked down from the podium crying. She missed her so much. She sat next to...yes it was Fred, and he gave her a hug. About 5 more people got up to speak. Before she knew it, it was over. She walked up the coffin and looked in. Ginny laid there looking so peaceful. Her dark red hair was spread out a little and her skin was very pale. She had some light pink, almost clear, lip gloss on. Hermione lay a picture of them of when they were sitting by a tree by the lake at Hogwarts, they were laughing and throwing leaves around, next to Ginny in the coffin.

"Bye Gin, I love you and miss you..."

And with that she walked away. 'How can I deal with Harry's funeral tomorrow?' She sighed and sat outside under a tree waiting for it to be time to bury her. Soon Ron, Mr. Weasley, Fred, George, Bill, and Charlie walked out carrying her coffin and put it in the back of the Hers. (A/n: spelling!! I meant the things that carry the coffin to the grave, ya know...?)

When they got to the cemetery, they buried her and everyone there but a rose on her coffin before they covered it up again. When they covered it up, Hermione laid a few extra roses on top.

Back at the Weasley house, Hermione told everyone she was tired and went to bed. She would have a long, hard day tomorrow, too. She walked into her room and took off the dress and hung it up in her closet. She un-strapped her sandals and threw them on the ground. She grabbed a pair of black pajama bottoms and a white wife-beater tank top undershirt. She put them on and made her way over to her bed. She lay down, but sleep wouldn't come to her. She thought about all the shit that had happened to her the past few weeks and started to silently cry. Soon, she had cried herself to sleep.

The next morning Hermione woke up with slightly puffy eyes. She grabbed another black dress out of her closet, this one a little longer and had a boat-neck on it. She walked to the linen closet and grabbed a towel. She took a quick shower and straightened her hair. Harry liked it straight. She threw on her dress and headed downstairs.

Ron looked horrible, not like he was dressed badly, but the look on his face...it was torture to look at it. Harry was Ron's best friend. He probably missed him more than Ginny, and Ginny was his only sister. Hermione would probably speak at this funeral too, but Ron would be the first to. She gave Ron a small, sad smile. 'I'm just like all the people at Ginny's funeral, what else do you do though?' Not all the Weasley's were coming to Harry's funeral, it was a Monday and they all had to work except Arthur, Molly, and Ron. Hermione would be going to of course.

Once they got to the funeral, it was pretty much the same as Ginny's. A lot of the same people were there. They went in and got a seat in the front row. The funeral started and soon it was time for Ron to speak. It was short and to the point, how he and Harry had so much fun together, all the good things about him, never mentioning once what he did to Ginny. That was pretty noble of Ron, she guessed. Next, it was Hermione's turn.

"Harry and I were close, not as close as Ron and Harry, but close. At school we were called the 'Golden Trio' or things like that. Harry like to help people, he liked to be a hero I guess, not in a bad way. He was serious, obviously not as serious as I was, about schoolwork, but he would try. Numerous times at one in the morning Harry and Ron would come to me for answers to something on an essay. Harry did do some things that I probably can't forgive him for, but I'll try. He is dead because he felt so guilty about killing Ginny that he felt that he needed to take his own life to make up for taking hers. That, in a way, is noble of him to do. Don't remember Harry as a killer, but the guy he always was, the funny, smart, nice person he was. It's sad what happened to Harry and I love him and I miss him so much...Thank you."

Hermione was the last one to speak. Nobody else really knew what to say. The rest of the funeral followed on like Ginny's.

They got home and most of them went to bed, except Ron who sat in the living room staring at the fire, lost in thought. Hermione climbed into bed thinking, once again about all that has happened. She sighed and finally fell asleep.

A/n: okay...that was boring I think...I don't really know...its 2:25 am and I hope it was too ramble...y...if that's a word...umm...yeah that's not all that's gonna happen to poor Hermione. We'll get to that later. I think it might seem that too much bad stuff is happening to her too fast, but it's a story right? I'm trying....review please...don't be too mean about this chapter...haha oh well

Love,

Alyssa