Disclaimers: WHAT! Harry Potter doesn't belong to me! Oh woe is I… He and the books about him belong to J.K Rowling.

A/N: I've decided to do this from lots of points of views…my first was Ron and this will start from Hermione's. In future I'm not going to tell you whose POV it is. I'll just be evil and spring it upon you…then you'll have to guess…. laughs ebily

Chapter two: Acceptance

Deadly silence. One of those, that even though there was no sound; it seemed to echo around the rooms of the house. When the others from next door had heard the commotion and the cries coming into the door, they had all come out into the hall to see what in the world all the racket was about (Not that they hadn't been making one themselves…). All of them, every single pair of eyes of the wizards and witches that had been celebrating only seconds ago, were flicking from the misery-wracked Ginny to the still body of Harry, the one who had saved them from peril. All standing behind Ron and Hermione with the same shocked and pale faces. No one spoke for a while. It was if they were trying to understand what Ginny had just said and yet not quite believing it.

"Wh…what?" Ron whispered harshly in ultimate disbelief. Hermione, her hands still clasped to her mouth in horror, kept her gaze on Ginny whose sobs began to shake her body intensely.

"It killed him!" she cried, steering her tear-stained face to look into her brother's, the others all watched her intently, wanting to know what was going on. "It took him with it, and…. and there was nothing I could do, but just sit there and let him die."

Hermione turned away, no longer being able to watch. There were many things she didn't understand quite yet. How he died was just an example, it was just the shock of the news that Harry had passed on and the heartache Ginny was currently experiencing. Hermione turned to face Ron instead who was staring back at his sister with so much incredulity and concern. And yet, she saw a flicker of anger in his eyes.

"Gin, this isn't a joke!" he suddenly thundered, "Harry couldn't be…"

"Do you think I would joke about this!" Ginny snapped back with malice and disbelief of her own that her brother didn't believe her. Hermione observed Ron's expression, saw when it softened and crumpled like a sturdy wall that had been whacked down by a heavy boulder.

"But how?" Ron's voice sounded as if it was on the point of breakage, Hermione knew how he must have felt. It was something similar to how she did.

"He was the only one, the only one who could end it."

"But I thought V…you know who was dead?" Ginny shook his head rapidly at Ron's comment. A few people suddenly gasped at this news, The Dark Lord was still alive? How could this be? Hermione finally broke then and began to whimper until she burst into tears.

"He wasn't." she answered both Ron and the worried wizards and witches sighed in relief that only lasted so long, "So Harry still had to defeat him and.."

And with that she Ginny suddenly fell onto Harry's body and leaned into his shoulder, her arms hang limp around his sides while she cried. The party all looked at their fellow companions, asking for their opinion on what to do, how could they make it better for her?

Although most of them, if not all them knew what it was like to lose a loved one. The pain just doesn't heal.

Later on, when the ministry had been called and came to take his body away, Hermione sat in the kitchen, drinking tea. Hermione's eyes were red and sore from crying as she listened to the ministry trying to prick Harry's body away from Ginny's grasp.

"Look dear, its going to do him no good just staying here, we have to take him away for examination." After this, Hermione heard Ginny's wails as she protested against the kind woman who was doing everything she could to make this easier for Ginny. The party had departed from the house a long time ago. It was impossible to think that only a couple of hours before, they had been drunk with happiness because the war was over. Now Hermione was hung over with a shadow of sadness that was with everyone in the household.

Ron suddenly entered the room from the side as the woman from the ministry tried once again to persuade Ginny to let Harry go. He noticed the other person occupying the room and sighing sadly, he walked over and collapsed in the chair across the table from Hermione.

"You feeling okay?" Hermione started and lifted her gaze to meet his tired eyes. The blueness and clarity of them glistened with the loss of his best mate and his red hair was al lover the place, from the exhaustion from all the events of that day. Hermione nodded and looked down at her lap as she tried to bite back more tears.

"Hermione, I have to tell you something." At this Hermione jolted her head up so fast, it might had well broken off. He had to tell her something. Those were her exact words when she'd told Ron that she loved him…could he possibly be doing the same? "Its about Harry...I…I knew he was going to die." Ron looked away while Hermione stared at him intently as sudden guilt whipped at her conscience. How could she have been thinking about her own love life while Harry was dead and gone? Hermione felt like she was the worst friend in the world just then.

"y…you did?" Ron didn't meet her gaze. Why wasn't he? There was something he was hiding, "Ron just tell me!" she demanded, her grief still lingering in her voice. However, it seemed Ron didn't need to tell her. She was a smart witch after all.

"Wait, does this have something to do with the bond between Harry and…and…"

Ron blinked at her, with a look of astonishment at her brilliant intelligence before smiling sadly and confirming her theory.

"Yeah, Harry said something once…about that bond, that when…you-know-who was destroyed. He said it might take him with it, or something like that." Both of their stares moved to a spot on the floor, both in the deepest of thoughts. Hermione's was how everything seemed to make sense. Why Harry was missing at the party…the reason for Ginny's hasty departure and why she'd seemed distant the last few weeks…

How would she cope now? Hermione thought worryingly, She's eighteen and carrying his baby for crying out loud!

Without Hermione realising it, Ron had stretched out a hand and suddenly grasped hers. Startled, she tried to take her hand away. An instinct for when she was off guard. Ron although kept a tight hold on her hand and Hermione was forced to meet his eyes, embarrassed slightly. To her surprise he did not have a red face, but a smile.

Both Ron and Hermione suddenly came to an understanding. Although Ron had had time to come to terms with what was going to happen, they both knew they needed to accept that what had come, had come. Harry was dead and they couldn't change it. All they had to do was stick together to stay strong, it what Harry would had wanted, for them to…

All of a sudden Mrs Weasly trudged into the kitchen, blubbering into a handkerchief. Hermione, who was inches from Ron's face jumped backwards and into her chair and Ron did the same, letting go of her hand. The middle-aged woman didn't seem to realise what had almost happened in the room and unaware of the couple's flushed cheeks. Perhaps it had something to do with her being too occupied in dabbing away the tears that kept falling. Ron and Hermione's gazes followed Mrs Weasly until she reached the cooker, took out her wand to instruct it to boil some water so she could make boiled eggs. That's what Mrs Weasly did when she was upset, she cooked. A lot.

Hermione watched with concern as Molly wailed while observing the eggs cook themselves. Then Hermione turned her head at the sudden desperate screeches in the other direction to see two hefty men roughly tugging Harry away from Ginny's flailing arms.

"NO!" Ginny screamed frantically as the large muscular wizards, all dressed in black heaved Harry's body out of her arms. She reached out desperately, trying to keep hold of him, wanting anything but to have him taken away from her. Perhaps she still had a glimmer of hope that this, all of this, wasn't real and her love could bring him back to her. That fruitless hope vanished when her grip on Harry wasn't strong enough and he was ruthlessly wrenched out of her gasp. Ginny's eyes widened in fear as they took her love through the door and out of sight. From her life forever.

Ginny's chest wrenched as the very last piece of her heart she'd tried to prevail tore viciously into sharp fragments and sunk heavily into her lower stomach. Her whole body sank like a deflating balloon until she was slumped on the floor, her shoulders drooped and her brilliant red hair hid her stricken face.

The house was empty, apart from her mother's wails, her brothers' snores and that silence that still occupied the hall ever since she'd broke the news that Harry had…had. Ginny's lip trembled; he hadn't even heard her tell him that she loved him one last time. All those things she'd wanted to say to him that she hadn't managed to. One of them being that she would make sure their child knew everything about his or her father. Know what a wonderful, sensitive person he was and the heroic things he did just for Ginny. She would tell their child everything she knew, from his favourite food down to how he would always frown and tap his quill on the desk when struggling over a piece of homework…

There was a hand on her shoulder. A hand, Ginny realised, had been there for a while. She looked up and saw the tall, straggly blond woman who had been the first to try to take Harry away from her. Ginny felt a sudden pang of anger, which she knew shouldn't have been there but couldn't stop the rage from ensnarling her insides.

"Its going to be alright soon," The woman said, giving Ginny a weak smile with stormy eyes, "I know it will."

How would you know! Ginny felt like screaming this in the woman's face, letting her know that she would never feel okay, never again. You will never know

The woman gave Ginny a sharp, stiff nod before gliding towards the door and following the men out, leaving the red head alone. Alone to live with the problems that lay ahead in her road, which she now had to wander aimlessly down. The only road she had.

A/N: So, I gave you a bit more of R/Hr romance…strange, it wasn't planned at all. It just came while I wrote this chapter…Aha! I have a sub plot! A 'secret' romance of Ron and Hermione! Oh what joys! You'll find out why its 'secret' later on. Hope you liked this chapter. It was longer than the first one AND I had a bit of Ginny's POV at the end…excellent. Please don't kill me for the sadness! Not yet! Please! I know it's a little depressing and all but keep holding your hopes out! Ginny's life will get better, I can promise you that  So, what about the next chapter? There will be a memory from Ginny about her and Harry! And the funeral AS WELL! Wow, you do have a lot to look forward to…how will Ginny cope? Find out…sooooooon!