Hey guys. I just wanted to start out by saying that if you read my other story, They Don't Love You Like I Love You first of all thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. Also this story has nothing to do with that one. They're totally separate. But if you'd read the summary you'd know that already. Just thought I'd give you a quick reminder. I'd like to also add that I don't own Harry Potter or anything to do with it. So sit back, relax, and review:-D

Snape lifted his wand and sneered. Dumbledore lay on the ground, helpless. "Avada Kedavra." He said coldly.

"Nooo!" Harry screamed, unable to move from the sidelines as a jet of green light hit Dumbledore in the chest.

Harry Potter awoke with a start. He sat up in bed, his shirt sticking to his back from his cold sweat. He gasped for breath, shaking all over as he took in his surroundings. He was sharing Ron's room at the Burrow a week before Bill and Fleur's wedding. He looked towards his best friend, who was still fast asleep, his mouth wide open. He looked out of the window; the sky was beginning to get lighter. Not wanting to have another dream about Dumbledore, he pushed his pillow against his head board and leaned back, ready to wallow in his own thoughts. As the minutes turned into hours the sky outside became brighter and brighter. His mind replayed the moments before Dumbledore's death over and over and he fought back tears.

He sat there, staring into space until Ron gave a large snort and rolled over. Harry quickly closed his eyes. "Harry?" Ron asked, stifling a yawn.

Harry gave the impression that he'd just woken up. "Yeah, Ron?"

Ron rolled his eyes. "Did you stay up all night?" He asked, looking concerned.

Harry pushed away from his pillows and sighed. "No. Not all night. Just a few hours."

"Were you having another dream about Dumbledore?" He asked quietly.

"How do you kn-?"

Ron gave a short, humorless chuckle. "We share a room. I hear you talking sometimes." He shrugged.

Harry looked down, feeling embarrassed. "Sorry for waking."

"It's no problem. Don't worry about it." His face suddenly grew pale and then just as quickly turned to scarlet. "I don't uhm…." He cleared his throat. "Talk in my sleep, do I?" He asked in what he obviously thought was a nonchalant voice.

Eager to get the attention off him and his dreams, Harry grinned. "Why? Dreaming of Hermione?" He asked.

"Shut up!" Ron yelled, throwing his pillow at Harry.

Harry caught it before it hit him. "Look, mate. Why don't you just tell her?"

Ron shrugged. "Why'd you break up with my sister?"

Harry's heart clenched painfully. He sighed and opened his mouth to respond when at that moment the door opened and Hermione stood in the doorway. "Oh, good!" She said, coming into the room. "Mrs. Weasley wanted me to come in here and wake you both for breakfast and then Ron has to try on his suit."

Ron groaned and got up out of bed, Harry following suit. Hermione filled the room with excited chatter about the wedding as Ron and Harry laid their clothes on their beds.

Ron cleared his throat and Hermione stopped abruptly. "What?" She snapped.

"Well we can't get dressed with you in the room!"

Hermione flushed. "Oh! Right! Sorry!" She said, hurrying from the room.

Ron shook his head. "Women."

They silently got dressed and made their way downstairs for breakfast. Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, and Hermione were already sitting at the table. "After zome careful conzideration I 'ave decided zat Tonks can be in my wedding party." Fleur said, nursing her tea.

Hermione and Ginny exchanged looks as Harry and Ron sat down. Mrs. Weasley tactfully changed the subject by asking Fleur how she would wear her hair when Ginny said in an undertone to Hermione "I guess this cold won't be clearing up any time soon."

Harry snorted, Ron who didn't get what was so funny asked Hermione to explain it to him. She did in hushed tones, and as she leaned over to whisper in Ron's ear, she exposed Ginny to Harry. Their eyes met. She gave him a small smile and his stomach lurched. His heart clenched painfully in his chest for a second time that morning.

Mrs. Weasley suddenly jumped up. Harry looked away from Ginny quickly. "Oh, Ron! Harry! I'm so sorry, dears. I forgot to make your breakfast!" Harry looked down at the table. As Mrs. Weasley clattered around the kitchen, Harry could still feel Ginny's eyes on him.