"Well thanks for coming you guys." Said Ron turning to them an hour later. "See you tomorrow?" he asked.
"Yes." Said Hermione.
"Can't wait," said Harry, after her.
"Have a good evening, Ron." Hermione said, hugging him.
"Thanks," he replied hugging her back. "You too."
Ron stood back and watched them disappear before him. His smile he'd been wearing wore off, wishing sadly that he'd like to go with them. But he had to stay for now. His family needed him.
His eyes swept across his orange coloured bedroom and landed on a photo frame containing a picture of all nine Weasley's. He walked over to it and saw his family waving to the camera, Charlie standing next to him, laughing at a joke Ron had just told. "Why did you have to find us?" Ron whispered. "Why did you have to come first?" Ron turned away from the picture, unable to bear looking at his dead brother, that he'd loved so much. But as he turned he knocked the frame off the ledge, and it crashed to the floor, shattering. "No!" Ron screamed. He bent down and tried to pick up the shards off glass, but cut himself, his forefinger now seeping blood. "Ow…" Ron moaned, slumping down on the floor. "I can't take this!" he yelled. "Why are you doing this to me?" he roared, looking up at the sky.
"He was putting on an act." Said Harry, pacing.
"You can't know that for sure Harry." Hermione told him.
"But I saw his face, Hermione, when he thought we weren't looking. I could see the sadness in his eyes."
"That may be so, but it's hardly surprising is it?" she reminded him.
"We'll never forget Charlie, ever." Harry replied.
"Harry he's still grieving! For goodness sake, of course he's sad, of course we'll never forget Charlie, he's known him all his life, looked up to him, he needs time!"
"Don't you think I know that?" Harry said loudly and angrily.
"Of course I do! Look… we shouldn't be arguing like this." She said lowering her voice. "Dinner should be ready soon… we should head down."
Dinner was tense that night. Neil and Melinda seemed to have picked up on the bad vibes between Harry and their daughter.
Neil, at least, tried making conversation. "So you two," he said cheerfully. "What did you do at Ron's house?"
Neither of them answered straight away. "All we really did was – sorry." They both said in unison. Hermione smiled and Harry returned it. Melinda stood up, lifting her and Neil's empty plates. "Neil," she said. "Could help me with the washing?"
"Sure honey." Following his wife out of the room, closing the door behind him.
"I'm sorry." Said Harry quietly. "I didn't mean to snap at you. I had no right."
"It's ok, Harry. In case you didn't notice everyone's at each others throats."
"All the same," he said, "I had no right to snap."
Hermione smiled her beautiful smile again. "Don't worry about it. We'd better finish this before it goes cold or my mum will be furious!"
Harry laughed.