I'm sorry for such the long wait, I've been very busy and have also been working on my original story I hope to eventually find a publisher for once I finish. I'm now going to be working on the next chapter for Price of War, so don't worry if you read that one, I haven't forgotten about it.

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Sept. 4th

One of the few perks of being celebrity war heroes is how people will bend over backwards to help you. Without that, I don't think this wedding would be able to happen so quickly. Everyone wants Ron and Hermione to be married in their church, and have a reception at their banquet hall. They all want the publicity. So when Ron and Hermione announced the proposal, they were immediately bombarded with owls from every church and banquet hall up and down the country. Then came the reporters and the photographers. Witches and wizards from the Daily Prophet and Witch Weekly, as well as several other tabloid rags, have been camping outside their apartment day and night. They follow Ron and Hermione into town, snapping photo after photo. The Daily Prophet even has a special daily section devoted to the wedding, and those in the wedding. It's usually headlined as "The Weasley Wedding of the Century." Apparently having so many war heroes, and the Boy Who Lived, all in the same wedding, made it the 'wedding of a century.'

It's awful. We can't go anywhere without them. But Hermione is able to have her dream reception hall, despite the fact that it's booked solid for the next three years. So I suppose that's a perk. I do feel a little bad for the bride who was ousted though.

Hermione, Ron and I are currently hiding out at the Burrow. We decided not to brave the reporters and photographers for today.

"But why do you want to get married here?" I ask her. We're sprawled out on the floor with bits of fabric scattered around. We're supposed to be picking out the colors for the napkins, table and chair covers, but we abandoned that a while ago to talk about Hermione's choice of where to have the ceremony.

"Because I loved how Bill and Fleur's turned out. I thought it was beautiful." Hermione sighs, "it would just be the actual wedding part. Plus, we'd be able to keep the press out that way."

"That's a good point," Ron nods and flicks a lime green color fragment towards the fireplace. "I don't really want them interrupting our ceremony."

"But it's just so, I don't know, blah." I quickly add, "I mean, you can have the ceremony anywhere. Anywhere. And you choose here. Where we grew up, and where I still live.

Hermione laughs a little and throws several color swatches at me. "When it's your wedding, you may choose to go where ever you like. But I choose here."

I sigh and look down at the pink and blue color swatches next to me on the floor. I used to think I'd get married. Have the whole big wedding, beautiful reception, amazing dress…everything. But not anymore. Not since they only man I had ever considered marrying had stopped talking to me two years ago.

"Oh," Hermione realizes something's wrong. She touches my hand lightly, and looks at me with concern. "I'm sorry Gin. I wasn't thinking. I was just being silly. I didn't mean to hurt you or anything."

"I know," I say quietly, trying to get rid of the thoughts.

"What are you two on about?" Ron looks over at us, confused. He never was one for putting two and two together without Hermione's help.

"It's nothing, Ron," Hermione gives my hand a gentle squeeze then looks up towards Ron, clearly telling him to drop it.

"Oh, is this about Harry again?" He asks, not getting Hermione's message. "Ginny, I don't know what your problem is, but can't you two fix this whole 'not talking' thing? It's getting to be a bit difficult for me."

Hermione scowls at Ron, and hisses at him to shut up.

"What do you mean, you don't know what 'my problem' is?" I immediately become defensive. Brushing right past the fact that he thought this situation was difficult for him. "Did he tell you I had a problem? Did he tell you this whole thing was my fault or something?"

Hermione covers her face in her hands, shaking her head slightly.

Ron looks taken aback at my defensive retort. "Well, yeah, sort of."

"What exactly has he been telling you?" I growl. "Because whatever it is, it's a lie. I didn't start this. He did."

Hermione looks to Ron and shakes her head, trying to tell him to stop.

"No he didn't," Ron keeps plunging ahead. It's a good thing Hermione is between is, because if she weren't, I'm pretty sure I'd have jinxed him by now.

"Ron," Hermione forces him to look at her. "Just stop. You don't know anymore about this than the rest of us. Just stop."

"No," I stand up, putting my hands on my hips. "Let's hear all about what Potter told you."

Ron looks a little nervously at Hermione, not wanting to get in trouble with her, but still wanting to speak his mind and stand up for his best friend.

"Well, go on then!" I yell at him.

Hermione just sighs and crosses her arms over her chest in defeat.

"Harry says, after the final battle, you weren't really talking to him very much," Ron starts off, still sitting on the floor. "Then once he moved to London, you stopped speaking to him all together. So, that sounds like you're the one who started this big whole mess."

"That's what he says?" I ask, my eyes flashing dangerously. "He says I wasn't really talking to him much after the final battle?"

"Yes," Ron looks up at me a little nervously. "And that's why he moved out to London. He didn't want to be around, causing you pain. He thought it would be best if he just stayed away then."

Hermione makes an exasperated sound and bites her lip. She starts gathering up the forgotten color swatches, probably worried I'll incinerate them all and she'll never get her colors picked out.

"Exactly what was I supposed to say after the battle?" I yell at Ron, who, for his part, stayed calm. "What was he expecting?"

"I don't know," Ron admits. "But that's what set this whole thing off."

"Are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me?!" I yell even louder, anger getting the better of me. "I was sixteen. Sixteen! Fred just died, I lost too many friends to count, and for a while there, I had even thought I lost Harry. And he just thinks I'm supposed to be completely untraumatized, and up for talking?"

My voice shakes, and my knees tremble. I have never talked to anyone about that battle. It's too difficult. Too many awful things happened, and too many good people died.

Hermione and Ron glance at each other, worry etched all over their features. They've never heard me speak about this. They don't know what to do, or what to say.

"I lost a brother that day," I say quietly, sinking on to the floor, unable to hold myself up anymore. The anger seeps out of me, but is replaced by a deep, dark depression I haven't felt since those first few weeks after the battle.

"So did I," Ron says so quietly, I almost don't hear him.

"How was I supposed to act after that?" I swipe away a few tears that have sprung up. "Like everything was fine? Like I didn't miss Fred, Tonks, Lupin, everyone?"

"I—I don't know," Ron stumbles on his words. He's never seen me so defenseless and vulnerable, and I'm pretty sure it's freaking him out.

"I'm sorry I wasn't ready to talk to him before we'd even buried our dead in the ground," I press on, starting to cry. "I'm sorry I couldn't get past their deaths as easily as he seems to be able to," Ron starts to say something, but Hermione quiets him with one look, "I'm sorry I'm not as hardened as he is. I'm sorry I actually mourn for people," I'm crying so hard now I can barely speak. "I'm sorry."

Hermione pulls me into her, hugging me tightly, and letting me drench her new blue coat with a mix of tears and snot. She rubs my back soothingly, and tells Ron to get us some water.

"I'm sorry," I choke out one last time.

"No Ginny," She hugs me tighter, "I'm sorry, for not realizing you were having such a hard time."


I hope you liked this chapter. After I write the next chapter for Price of War, I'll work on the next chapter for this one. But keep in mind that I'm also working on my own original story, and have (finally) found a job. So my time is limited now. But anyway, don't forget to leave me a review with your feeling of this last chapter! :)

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