Hermione...
Ron's gone. He's really gone. I have nothing. My life is over.
Ginny...
Harry woke one morning to me tapping on his door. When he opened it I said, "I didn't mean to wake you, I am so sorry."
He replied by giving me a greatly needed hug. There were so many words put into that hug, I could have written a book.
"Its so great to see you, Ginny", said Harry through watery eyes.
"You too", I replied sheepishly.
The hug ended then. An awkward silence fills the room. Gotta hate these awkward silences I thought to myself. So I broke it and said, "Harry, I know what you are thinking, and none of the deaths are your fault."
"Ginny, you don't understand. They are all my fault, if I wasn't The Chosen One your own brothers wouldn't have had to die fighting for me. Bill wouldn't have been attacked by Fenrir Greyback. And, George definately wouldn't have lost an ear."
"That could have happened to them without you being The Chosen One. And, I know for a fact no one blames you for this. You saved the whole wizarding community by killing Voldemort", I said.
"Yeah, whatever was left of it", he replied. I really was trying to come make him feel better, but I only feel like I have made him feel worse. After all, it has only been two weeks since the war ended.
"Why don't you come in", Harry asked.